This is how Old Man Jiang wanders around the village. Sometimes he talks to people and lives on the mountain behind the village. His appearance is irregular. Sometimes he wanders around the village every month, and sometimes he disappears for a month or two.

People believed that he lived in the mountains. He had been here for 5 years, and people still knew him a little. They found that Old Man Jiang did not lie or wanted to say anything, so they would beat him up and stumble over and make up.

In addition, most people in the village think he is a poor old man. Seeing that the village is relatively rich and has a good heart, he stayed here.

In fact, this is a reason.

After smoking a cigarette, the sky became a little brighter again. My dad got up and simply tied his trousers into his socks and continued to move forward.

The roads on the mountain are not easy to walk, and there are still many places where there is no road at all. My father slowly turned around, and before he could see 3 or 4 hours, he didn't even see the shadow of Old Man Jiang.

Fortunately, today is a rare sunny day in winter. My dad was in a cheerful mood under the warm sunshine and didn't complain too much. He just thought to find a clean place, eat dry food, look for it in the afternoon, and then go back before dinner.

"If you don't find it, continue to look for it tomorrow. If you look for more days, you will always find it. Maybe you will be lucky and you will meet it in the village." After taking a sip of mountain spring water, my father said to himself that there are no people in the mountains, and saying something by himself is to relieve his boredom.

The mountain spring water is sweet. When I poured it in this big mouth, it really relieved my fatigue and thirst. I thought that this place was good, and eating steamed buns with the mountain spring water was particularly sweet, so my father decided to eat dry food here.

But not long after I sat down, my dad heard a singular song that was not tuning, and the sound of the broken gong was completely affected.

But my dad was so happy. He was so familiar with this tone. Who would it be if it weren't for Old Man Jiang? When he was wandering around the village, he sang many mountain songs that could not be tuned. He didn't let the villagers listen to his broken voice less. It was hard to be familiar with it.

"Old Man Jiang, Old Man Jiang" my father shouted loudly, after all, the mountains are spreading and the mountain roads are tortuous. My father only heard the sounds and did not see anyone at this time.

After shouting a few times, I heard a full voice coming from behind the mountain road where my father was next to me: "Hey, who called me?"

"Old man Jiang, here, here, here" my dad shouted happily, breaking and jumping, as if he had seen his relatives, Eighth Route Army.

Following my father's voice, the mountain road behind Old Man Jiang came out soon. God knew that he was wandering around this mountain and happened to meet my father.

It still looks dirty, even with a hint of vulgarity. It is much different from the masters in the impression of rural people. In their opinion, the so-called masters must have a good "looking appearance", such as fairy-like and fairy-like appearance, such as crane hair and childish face. No matter how bad it is, it is still unfathomable, and no matter how unfamiliar people don't enter.

However, the above has nothing to do with Old Man Jiang.

But my father, who was already in a hurry to seek medical treatment, could not care about this? Even if Widow Zhou told him that a pig was a master, he could see that the master was now.

"Old Man Jiang" My father immediately ran over when he saw the figure of Old Man Jiang, standing in front of Old Man Jiang, and couldn't help but change his words and shout: "Master Jiang"

Old Man Jiang didn't look surprised at all, and didn't ask my father what was wrong. The old god was enjoying my father's respectful attitude. When my father finished crying with a smile, he raised one of his hands and said, "Give me steamed buns, do you pick up kimchi?"

As soon as he raised his hand, my dad was shocked. What's this? A "rope" almost hit his face. After a closer look, the old man Jiang was holding a soft bamboo leaf green in his hand.

Sichuan has many bamboos, and bamboo leaf green is a common poisonous snake, but it is not common. It is not very toxic, but it is extremely poisonous. There are so many legends about bamboo leaf green in the mountains.

My father can no longer say anything extra for this old man Jiang. He can make hibernating snakes and specializes in poisonous snakes. He is really capable. Thinking of Old Man Jiang's long-standing nature, my father does not doubt that he was eating this bamboo leaf green.

After thinking about it, my dad respectfully handed over the steamed bun and explained: "I was afraid that the kimchi would change after a long time, so I didn't pick it up. Master Jiang just ate it."

Old Man Jiang was not polite, and sat on the ground with a "slap" and threw the Zhu Yeqing in his hand, which was probably shaking all over his body, on the ground, took the steamed bun and started eating.

My dad wondered why he didn't use his other hand. He started with the hand that grabbed the snake, but he was amused and laughed and found that Old Man Jiang was carrying a pheasant on his other hand.

At that time, there were still many pheasants and hares in the mountains and forests, and even foxes and monkeys could see them. But after three years of hunger, many of them disappeared. Old man Jiang could still get pheasants, and he was really capable.

Thinking of this, my dad looked at Old Man Jiang with a smile. At this time, the person who had no image in front of him and was eating steamed buns was simply the incarnation of an immortal.

After eating a steamed bun, Old Man Jiang clapped his hands, grabbed his beard casually, and then drank the spring water. After drinking, he burped, and my father quickly handed over another steamed bun.

Old Man Jiang was not polite, and he grabbed it and ate it. Finally, after finishing the steamed bun, Old Man Jiang patted his stomach, stood up, and said, "It would be great if there is kimchi. This Sichuan kimchi is crispy and sour, and it has a little spicy, which is extremely delicious."

"Then go to my house to eat, how many packs are enough!" My father was really worried about how to speak, so he picked up the old man Jiang and quickly said that he wanted to cheat and take Old Man Jiang to my house.

"Kimchi? Just ask me for help, and just use kimchi to send me off? Are you thinking beautiful?" Old Man Jiang looked disdainful and grabbed the bamboo leaves on the ground, plus the pheasant in his hand and stuffed it into my dad's hand.

My dad heard Old Man Jiang's words and was like meeting a god. He couldn't react for a while and had to subconsciously take the thing handed over by Old Man Jiang.

"The venomous snake tastes the most delicious, but it's best to stew with this pheasant. Remember to stew it slowly over low heat and it's time to stew it. In addition, if you have any delicious food in your house, you can treat me with all the specialty dishes. I also want to drink wine. Don't drink bottled wine sold outside, and you have to drink the best homemade wine. I'll come to your house at noon tomorrow and leave!" After that, the old man Jiang turned around and left.

My dad was still stunned.

My dad got home in the afternoon.

As soon as my mother opened the door, my father rushed into the room. Regardless of my mother's surprised gaze, he threw the pheasant and Zhuyeqing in his hand to the ground, grabbed my mother's arm and ran into the room.

"I said Lao Chen, what are you doing? Going up the mountain to hunt? Why don't you do serious business?" My mother was so angry that she was so angry that she scolded her immediately.

My dad was anxious and couldn't explain it, so he pulled my mom closer to the house. When the door was closed, my dad said, "What kind of hunting do I do? Do you think I have the ability? Do you think I will let go of our son's affairs and then have the time to hunt?"

My dad's stacked questions made my mom confused. Yes, my dad is not such an unreliable person.

"Pour me a glass of water first, and I will tell you slowly that I really met an expert this time!"

One hour later.

First, my dad took the food out once he went out.

Then my mother went to the yard to quickly deal with the chickens and snakes.

In that era, it was not uncommon for rural people to eat snakes, so my mother was still very adept at dealing with poisonous snakes.

Two hours later, a bamboo leaf green and a pheasant were treated cleanly by my mother. The snow-white snake meat and fresh chicken were filled with two basins by my mother, covered with plastic bags, and then tied.

Then, my mother put two basins in a wooden basin, went to the well in the backyard, tied the basin to the rope, then hung the basin and stopped about 10 cm from the water surface.

Finally, my mother struggled to move a large stone and covered it on the well, making it tightly fit and leaving no gaps.

The well is my natural refrigerator. My parents have thought that the things preserved in the well are the freshest. Tomorrow, the masters will come to have dinner, but my mother is not negligent at all.

After all this, my mother collapsed the basket and went to the bamboo forest on the back slope. The winter bamboo shoots are now very good, so my mother wants to get some.

My mother had just finished picking winter bamboo shoots when she saw my dad coming back. My mom asked anxiously: "Have you got the meat back?"

Rural people have no meat tickets, and they can’t finish eating pigs and make bacon. They have to exchange fresh meat for food. It is unreasonable to entertain guests without meat.

But even so, the meat is not easy to make.

My dad hurriedly went to the town and ran back and forth. He was so embarrassed that he had sweated all over the middle of winter. He said happily: "I got it, more than one pound of meat, it was quite smooth."

"Oh, once the food is eaten, I will be replaced with this little meat." My mother felt so distressed.

"Okay, for my son, what's this little food? As long as you go to our house for a good meal, it's great." My father was happy. Old Man Jiang asked someone for help and asked my father to determine that he had met a real master.

All of this is not counted, then my dad ran to the river again. In short, he would do his best for tomorrow.

In the evening, my dad got two fresh river fish and then went out.

"Old Chen, you haven't even eaten, where are you going to drive this?" My mother took the river fish and threw it directly into the water tank. Seeing that my father was about to go out again, she couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"Go and get some eels. You know that my skill in stir-fried eels is very good. You must satisfy Master Jiang Lao Jiang's food." My dad seemed to be in a very excited state.

"It's not summer in this winter. Where are you going to get eels?" My mother was so amazed and crying.

"Who said that it can't be done in winter? In winter, it will hide under the mud and sleep. It will be hidden deep. Don't worry, I can get it." My dad was full of confidence.
Chapter completed!