Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 2 The sun shines on the pot platform, and the ten miles of incense are boiled
Hungry, to endure.

Save on food.

Three meals will be replaced by two meals, so don't even think about supper.

After thinking about it, it can only add unnecessary troubles.

Now that you have traveled through time, you must have living habits that conform to the atmosphere of this era.

Besides, there are really not many instant noodles.

There are only two boxes, and they are still Kang Shuaibo.

There is no running water, so water can only be fetched from earthen wells.

With the turning of the potter's wheel "creak, creak", the well water with ice slag was brought up, and the ladle made of a gourd was picked up and half of the ladle was poured down.

It's really cool!

Compared with this, the happy water in the fat house is scum!
It is impossible to fill up the water tank. After all, I am still hungry, so I will get it at once.

As for washing clothes, mopping the floor, etc., these are extremely extravagant things in this period.

The morning light came, and the sun rose.

Xu San finally waited for the meal time. The so-called meal time was just a sense of ritual after seeing the sun rise, and there was no exact time.

Life still needs a sense of ritual, otherwise it would be too boring.

It is not difficult to start a fire. After all, there are already such things as "matches" in this era. You can light them by rubbing the soles of your shoes.

The fire in the kitchen was green, the water was tumbling, the heat was rising, and the water in the big iron pot was already boiling.

Looking at the tumbling water, Xu San picked up the Kang Shuaibo Braised Beef Noodles, and tore open the package with a "thud", revealing the white noodle cake and two transparent seasoning packets, one packet of dry powder, and one packet of oil.

It seems that it is quite expensive, because almost half of the instant noodles of this brand of Kang Shuaibo will lack seasoning packets.

The pot is big and there is a lot of water, but Kang Shuaibo only has one bag.

But Xu San thinks enough is enough!

After all, this is instant noodles, an artifact that can be eaten by one person on the train and the whole car smells like it.

Swallowing, Xu San threw the noodle cake and seasoning bag into the pot together.

The seasoning bag was thrown in whole, just torn open the package.

Materials are scarce and cannot be wasted, and the seasoning package must be cooked until it is clean.

The wooden dark-brown pot lid trembled slightly, suppressing the twisting dragon under her body.

A slightly strange fragrance has already floated out along the lid of the pot, permeating every corner of the kitchen.

Take a deep breath, refreshing.

The past is long, welling up in my heart.

Xu San didn't know how many years he hadn't smelled this smell.

Years are like fog, rain, and wind, uncertain.

Xu San smelled this smell, as if he had returned to the green leather train during the Spring Festival. The crowds on the train, the noisy voices, and the unforgettable aroma of instant noodles, all of these smelled peaceful.

Tears ran across the cheeks stained with ashes, leaving a white trace, which was clearly visible like a ladder leading from darkness to light.

Peace is not easy, Xu San rubbed his red eyes, squatted down, and closed the stove door.

The firewood was a little damp, and it choked my eyes when it burned.

The firewood was burning in the stove, and there was a sound of "Pu La, Pa La", Xu San counted silently in his heart.

There is no timer, only this method can be used to calculate time.

200!

time up!
Xu San pressed the lid of the pot with one hand, took a deep breath to stabilize his mind, and then shouted: "Open!"

The voice fell, and the lid of the pot was lifted.

A little water vapor evaporated upwards, and a smell that did not belong to this world accompanied by white mist went straight into the sky, and then exploded like a cloud bomb.

Not long after, the entire Ping'an Lane was enveloped by an indescribable fragrance.

It is pervasive, like a succubus in hell seductive.

There was a big coarse porcelain bowl, the soup was as red as blood, Xu San was holding the bowl, and sat on the stone bench in the backyard, ready to start making.

All of a sudden, a few pieces of soil crashed down from the west wall and got stuck.

Turning his head to look, a little girl was leaning over, drooling and looking over here.

The little girl Xu San knew, she was six years old, her name was Xu Dongmei, like many children in this era, she had no father, and she lived with her mother in a tailor shop.

The child is greedy, and he couldn't help being curious when he smelled the tempting fragrance, so he moved the ladder and leaned on the wall to see what happened.

Her stomach was rumbling, and saliva flowed down the corner of her mouth. The little girl wiped her saliva with her sleeve: "Uncle Traitor, what are you eating? It smells so good?"

hemp egg,

Traitor, return uncle!

When Xu San heard this address, he immediately felt bad.

From this title alone, one can tell that the original owner of this body did nothing good.

Thinking about it, the original owner did molested the little girl and his mother a few times in his memory.

But Xu San could tell from the girl's tone that she shouldn't have any malicious intentions.

And the word traitor probably came out of the adults' mouths, and all she did was learn how to speak.

Children are innocent and have no taboos.

However, the truth that misfortune comes from the mouth is the same no matter what era it is.

You have to teach this brat that some things should not be said indiscriminately, otherwise it will lead to death.

The little girl was still swallowing, her eyes fixed on the inside of Xu Sanwan.

Seeing the little girl's appearance, Xu San smiled and said seductively like a wolf with a big tail: "Noodles! Do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat!" The little girl answered happily, but she hesitated when she saw the distance between the wall and the ground, "Uncle Traitor, I can't go down!"

The courtyard wall is about 1.8 meters nine, which is indeed too high for a six-year-old girl, so Xu San put down the bowl, walked to the wall, raised his head and said to the little girl, "Just jump down, uncle will follow you. "

"Okay, uncle, you can pick me up!"

"it is good!"

"I jumped!" After saying that, the little girl jumped over the wall and jumped down.

The little girl is very light, she should not even weigh forty catties.

He put the little girl on the ground gently, and flicked the dirt on her head with his hands.

This is the first time for Xu San to look at his little neighbor from such a close distance. With his yellow hair, there are two tufts tied up in the sky. The left and right tufts are asymmetrical and unequal in size. He is neither good-looking nor cute. , who is less than one meter tall, looks unusually thin, but is a little more agile than other peers of this era,

Thinking about his 80-pound niece, Xu San couldn't help feeling sad again. He took the little girl's hand, "Come on, uncle is full of noodles today!"

"Satisfied?" The little girl froze for a moment, not believing what Xu San said.

"Well, eat your fill!"

After tossing for a while, the noodles were already a bit cold. Looking at the big bowl that was no longer steaming, Xu San said, "It's a bit cold, do you want uncle to warm it up for you?"

"No! No!" As she said, the little girl took a sip of the soup gently while holding the big bowl, and savored it in her mouth, reluctant to swallow it for a long time.

It's so delicious, this rich taste is very different from the clear soup and waterless meals she usually eats.

Although it was delicious, she didn't continue to eat it, but thought of her mother.

Seeing that the little girl wanted to eat but was reluctant to eat, Xu San said, "Eat it, uncle will cook it if it's not enough."

The little girl gulped down the soup in her mouth, shook her head, "Mother hasn't eaten yet!"

"Then ask your mother to come over and eat together."

(End of this chapter)