hunting and farming husband

The iron pot is an important property of the family, and the big iron pot used for cooking costs a penny.

He only had six coins and couldn't afford it.But if you can find a suitable stone pot, it can also be used.

Ye Liandong grabbed the clay pot and pushed aside the wormwood stick.Carefully descend the slippery steps to the river beach.

The river beach is very wide, except for the turbulent water in the middle, the rest is a trickle.Countless large and small stones are exposed on the river beach, and weeds grow in the gaps.

Ye Lonicera avoided sharp stones and tried to step on flat places.His clear eyes scanned the river beach, squatting down to remove stones from time to time.

It is expected that no one has been here before, and every time they move away, there will always be one or two living creatures.

Ye Liandong didn't waste it, and threw it into the washed jar when he caught it.

His face is stretched, and his whole body exudes a light and agile temperament, like the breeze in the mountains, gentle and soft.

After catching some, he stopped for a while.

The man in the room could not follow him to eat crabs, he had to concentrate on finding useful stones to make soup for him.

In the clay pot, the crab's feet made a rustling sound, Ye Lonicera simply put the pot down.

Pulling the wooden stick in a circle, he stood upright on the wide river beach, like a white crane in the water.

The line of sight is betting on the stones that cover the entire river beach.Some are elliptical, some are flat, and some are slightly scoured and sunken.

But it is too shallow to hold half a bowl of water.If you pick it up, it will definitely take a lot of effort to polish it.

It's not that it's impossible to polish a pot, but I don't know whether to grind the pot first, or that person should go to the Hall of Yama to have a feast first.

Ye Rendong was amused by his own thoughts, squeezed out two pear dimples, and rummaged through the stones with a stick.

A few quarters of an hour later, he found quite a few rice field eels and loaches, and there was no sign of a stone pot.

He was dejected, and his hair was limp against his back.I looked down and saw a nest of fish in the puddle in front of me.

The fish swim, roam freely through the water plants, and see him as nothing.

Ye Rendong felt that even the fish thought he was stupid.

Angrily, he pushed the wooden stick forward, intending to catch the fish.

The stick got stuck in the mud, and he moved the stick as he moved.

Before the back foot fell, the wooden stick suddenly got stuck, and he staggered directly.

The wooden stick dropped from his hand and hit the small hole with a bang.

The fish scattered in an instant, setting off white flowers.

Seeing that his face was about to touch the ground, Ye Liandong was afraid to close his eyes, put his hands down, and fell hard on the weeds.

The soles of the feet turned over, and a weak and inaudible cry of pain came out of the mouth: "Oh, it's worn again."

The pain came and went, and Ye Liandong struggled to get used to it.Then his elbows stuck to the grass, his back arched like a bridge, and he stood up with difficulty.

The palm was pierced by the stone, and fine red marks were rubbed out.The cocoon in the palm of my hand was almost punctured.

He wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, and simply sat on the weeds to check the culprit: a half-sized stone, about the size of the clay pot next to it.

It happened that I was looking for a stone pot. I looked at one stone, and I looked at two stones.

Ye Liandong "disregarded previous suspicions", picked up the weeds, and dug out the stones with half of their heads exposed in the mud.

"Huh?" His eyes lit up.

Grab rocks and throw them into puddles to stir.

The mud and sand had muddied the puddle, revealing deeply grooved stones.

Ye Liandong saw the whole picture clearly.

"pot!"

Joy is like sweet honey, overflowing the whole body.His brows were curved, and he smiled like a child.

"Found it! Found it!"

Ye Liandong hugged the stone and smirked: "It's time to make soup."

After looking for something fresh for half the morning, he grabbed the stone pot and touched it like a baby.

After touching enough, grab a few more weeds and wipe the corners of the stone all over.

While washing and watching, he opened his hand and stroked the groove.

Although it looks crooked, it can hold as much water as two broken bowls, which is enough.

Ye Lonicera's dry hair was tied neatly behind her head, exposing her smooth forehead.The not-so-delicate skin looks rosy in the sun.

Purely thrilled.

The palm brushed across the puddle, and suddenly touched something slippery.

He was surprised that no fish had been caught in the pit.

"Be good and wait for me to finish washing." Ye Liandong smiled suddenly, the red dots between her brows were like peach petals in May, shining brightly.

As he spoke, he turned the stone upside down, poured out the water, and changed to a clean place to scrub again.

After several times, he turned around to catch the fish.

Below the pots are crabs, which are separated from the eel and loach by weeds.The fish is waiting to be placed on the outermost side.

Ye Liandong's sleeves were tied up, and her white hands were stirring in the brown muddy water.

As long as those who touch the hand, none of them can escape from his palm.

There are five or six small crucian carp the size of half a palm in the small puddle alone.

He stuffed it carefully into the jar and covered it with a layer of grass.

After searching, he took the jar back first.Eels, loaches, and fish are raised in rotten water tanks first.Then he went back to the river beach and carried back the stone pot filled with clear water.

Before he could rest, he turned and went into the house.

He put his hand close to the tip of the man's nose to test it, but the man was still breathing, but his body was hot again.

Ye Rendong could only grab the handkerchief and continue to wipe it for him.

He didn't know if this person could live, but he knew that fever was very uncomfortable.

He used to feel dizzy and want to vomit when he had a fever, but no one would help him, and he always survived.But Aunt Bai would still say that he wanted to be lazy.

Ye Rendong shook his head, throwing away that fierce face.

He can only help this person change his dressing and let him cool down.

Because of the knife on the stomach alone, it was the worst wound he had ever seen.The last point is that when Baifu drank alcohol and entered the house of the other person, he was bitten off by the big black next door.

So whether he can live or not, he has no idea.

After the people are done, the sun is in the middle.

He squeezed his sore waist, grabbed a few dates to fill his stomach, and hurried to the yard again.

Looking around, he used the stones and mud scattered in the yard to build a small stove in an open and leeward place a little farther from the house.

To ensure that the small stove is stable, Ye Liandong took some dry firewood from his house and piled it aside.

He first beat the ground with a wooden stick to open up the soil under the stove hole, leaving a large space.

After confirming that the stone pot was stable, Ye Liandong placed the specially selected wooden stick on the dry ground.

Without flint and steel, we had to drill wood to make fire.

The thatch is flammable and piled shallowly beside the sticks.Ye Liandong's hands full of calluses rubbed the somewhat sharp wooden stick.

If time is enough, he can go to the mountain to get some Chinese pine.

Ye Rendong moved his hands mechanically, thinking about eating after having a pot in his mind, he smiled unconsciously.

A quarter of an hour later, the thatch beside the log burst into flames.

Ye Liandong skillfully made the fire bigger and stuffed it into the stove.

The tongue of fire licks the firewood and burns more vigorously.Ye Liandong stuffed some thin wooden sticks into it.

The stone pot needs to be boiled before use, and he also has free time to handle the fish.

The smoke from the kitchen was curling up, hovering and rising from the hut.At the foot of Yunshan Mountain, which has been silent for many years, there is fireworks again.

Ye Rendong kills fish and wipes the bodies of the people in the house.

By the time the fish was put into the pot, the sun had already slanted west.

Although the fish soup does not have any condiments, the Yunshui River is originally a mountain spring.The things raised have a delicate fragrance, and the smell of mud is not heavy.

Ye Liandong scooped up the small half from the broken bowl that had been boiled and brought it into the house.

The man in the room furrowed his brows tightly, but the heat on his body dropped a bit after being wiped by Ye Lonicera.His lips were peeling now, and his face was pale.Beans of sweat slid down the wheat-colored skin and seeped into the dry grass beneath him.

After Ye Liandong put the broken bowl away to make sure it wouldn't fall over, he took off his shoes and put the man on the board, half-embracing the man's body in his hands.

Accidentally brushed the man's lips with his hand, it was dry, it was lack of water.

Ye Liandong tested the temperature of the soup first, and then moved it to the man's mouth when it was almost done.

The bowl was tilted, and the fish soup was on the man's lips.But he didn't open his mouth.

Ye Liandong frowned, pushed the man's lips with the rim of the good bowl, and poured some fish soup slightly.

Keren was in a coma, and a lot of it was spilled along the corners of his mouth.

It's been so long, don't let it go to waste!

Seeing that the person still didn't move, Ye Rendong whispered anxiously in the person's ear: "Drink the fish soup, it will be better if you don't drink it." The voice was like a whisper, inaudible, but the pitiful energy made people's heart tighten .

But Cheng Langyu couldn't hear it.

Cheng Langyu only felt that he was in a dream, and his whole body couldn't control him.Looking at the fiery sea of ​​flowers in front of him at this moment, he was pushed forward by a force.

As for himself, the wounds all over his body were split open, bleeding continuously.The red blood dripped to the ground, and coquettish flowers bloomed.

Cheng Langyu felt that he couldn't move forward, his veins were exposed, and he resisted desperately.

And Ye Liandong was holding the bowl, his mind was shaking.

Take it off!

Ye Liandong held back his breath, opened his mouth and took a small sip.

Immediately afterwards, he pinched the man's chin and opened his mouth slightly.Eyes closed tightly, lips covered like a Zha Mengzi.

When the soft lips touched, Ye Rendong only heard a rumble in his head, and his whole body was hotter than a man.

But he didn't let go of his hand. Instead, the other hand gently pressed against the man's throat and slid down.

Thinking in my heart: "Drink, swallow it quickly."

I don't know if praying had an effect, the Adam's apple in the palm of my hand moved slightly.

Ye Liandong hurriedly opened his eyes.

The almond eyes are round and dull.

Surprises rushed in like a tide, Ye Liandong let go of the man's lips.make persistent efforts.

After half a bowl of soup, the Adam's apple under the palm of the hand became smoother and smoother.

Ye Liandong's smile never stopped.

In the end, there was not a drop of fish soup left.

Ye Liandong pressed her chin against the man's forehead, gasping for breath.In fact, he almost swallowed the fish soup several times.

Carefully put the person down, tucked in the quilt, and brought in half a bowl after a while.

This bowl is a bit lame, half a bowl is only a few mouthfuls, it must not be enough for such a big man.

After feeding according to the previous steps, Ye Liandong was overjoyed.

He touched the man's long hair like he used to touch rhubarb. "be good."

Ye Liandong went out briskly, and ate all the fish in the soup that was left at the bottom of the pot in one go.

This is the first hot meal after coming out.It's better than the leftovers at Aunt Bai's house.

In early winter, the warm fish soup flows down the stomach, dispelling the coldness of the whole body.

Ye Liandong rubbed his stomach and sighed, adding more firewood to the fire beside him.

Sit by the fire and watch for a while.His expression moved slightly, and he grabbed the stick and went out again.

It seems that no one has lived around the thatched grass for a long time, and slender trees are everywhere.Some are dry, and some are twigs with a few leaves hanging.

Ye Liandong looked for strong ones, clamped them with her armpits, pulled them back, and piled them by the fire.

He grasped the thatch and alternately rubbed out slender straw ropes.Then tie two tripods with straw ropes and stand beside the fire.

Ye Liandong pushed down the wooden frame. "It shouldn't fall."

While meditating, he took off the clothes from the haystack in the house, spread them out and hung them on the rack to bake.

The man's set of clothes, as well as the ones I drenched yesterday, directly filled the shelves.

The man's thick jacket was next to his single clothes, Ye Liandong avoided it with a hot face.

Adding some firewood to the fire, Ye Liandong continued to work.

I was afraid that it would rain at any time, and I didn't have enough food.

Ye Liandong picked up the fallen dates on the ground.After getting some mud, he packed it in a jar and went down to the river beach to wash it.

In addition to dates, he also needs to save some things that can be preserved.Like crabs and shrimps in the river, they can be dried.Fish and loach can also be raised and left for the people in the house to cook soup.

Ye Liandong washed the dates a few times, found some clean leaves and spread them on the haystack in the house for the dates.

The pile of blown dates weighed about three to four catties and filled the jar.

Taking advantage of the time when she was spreading out the dates, Ye Liandong walked around the haystack, putting her palm on the man's forehead.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it didn't burn again."

Feeling relieved, he grabbed the jar and went down to the river beach again.