When playing the game of "throwing guns", some children are too lazy to go to fetch water.
So they use their own urine and mud directly, which may be the origin of "playing with urine mud".
The children in front of them don't know who is with the urine mud. Han Ligang smells a smell when he comes near.
Their hands and faces are all covered with mud, but they can't keep others happy.
Han Li looked at it from a distance for a while, and repeatedly recalled that he would never use urine or mud when playing with the throwing gun.
Only then did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief and go home to stew chicken at the pace of returning to childhood.
When I got to my door, I saw Hao Hongmin and several other girls just came back from outside.
However, they put some vegetables in their baskets. They went to the villagers' houses to exchange vegetables.
"Han Li, don't you have a lot of firewood in your house? Why did you pick it up again?"
"I went outside when I had nothing to do. The winter here is very long and cold. Of course, the more firewood we can prepare, the better. At this time, we can pick it up in a very close place. If all the villagers go to the mountain to pick up firewood after the autumn harvest, the distance will be far. Whether you want to change it with the villagers or pick it up yourself, you'd better start ahead of time."
Hao Hongmin: "Tomorrow we'll find someone to help us pick up firewood. We'll have to fill the shed anyway."
Han Li chatted with them for a while and went home to cook with his things on his back.
By this time, the sky had darkened, and every household was burning a fire to cook, with smoke curling up and quiet.
At this time, it was very dark in the room. Han Li lit the lantern after entering the room.
Take out a basin and put cold water and salt on it, then take the chicken blood out of the decomposition space and put it in the basin.
Fortunately, the time inside will not change. The chicken blood is not solidified like it was when it was just killed.
Gently stir it with chopsticks, and then put it aside until it solidifies.
Steamed rice with casserole in kerosene stove, and stewed chicken with small heat in the big iron pot on the hearth.
When the chicken is almost mature, you can add blood clots and side dishes until it is completely stewed.
Several girls next door all smelled the fragrance, and Yun Jingjing's handsome and straight nose sucked hard.
"This is definitely the taste of stewed chicken, and it came from Han Li. Nobody wanted to change it after we walked around last time. Where did he get the chicken?"
Yang Xiuying: "The villagers' chickens should keep laying eggs. Of course, they won't give up for you. We originally planned to raise two chickens, but unfortunately there was no old hen in the village."
He Mi: "Han Li's chickens must have been caught from the mountains. Some people in our hometown also go to the wild to catch them, but few people can catch them."
Hao Hongmin: "Han Li practices martial arts every day. Maybe that's why he can catch pheasants."
Yun Yingying: "Ah... I also want to eat chicken. How about we exchange some with him?"
No one answered her words. Everyone is building a house alone. Family conditions are there.
Apart from the lack of meat, food and oil, no one will lack what she said.
They fell silent and thought that if they went to the door, they would eat chicken.
But cannibalism is short - mouthed. I will definitely return it later. It's not worth it.
While waiting for stewed chicken, Han Li picked the wild vegetables he dug today.
Later, when you finish eating, you can water and dry the wild vegetables and store them for a long time.
Han Li waited until the food was ready, and then he moved the table to the yard.
Not to save light oil, but he wanted to see the beautiful stars all over the sky to eat.
There is a big pot of delicious stewed chicken on the table, as well as the glutinous, soft, crystal clear Residual rice.
With the help of the beautiful starry sky, Han Li felt extremely full at this moment, while there was a slight loneliness in his heart.
After eating a mouthful of smooth chicken blood and eating two pieces of chicken that are about to lose their bones, Han Li hummed comfortably.
The only drawback is that he doesn't have steamed bread and the like. Although the incomplete rice is also very delicious, as a northerner, if he doesn't eat steamed bread for a long time, he always feels that he has some shortcomings. But steamed steamed bread is too troublesome, and he forgot to paste some jade rice cakes when stewing chicken just now.
Han Li had just washed the wild vegetables over the water and vaguely heard the sound of drums in the village.
What's the matter with the dark lights? Han Li wiped his hands and went to see the situation.
As a result, he was stopped by Liang Laosi in the village before he went far, and he said nothing to let him go forward.
The more curious Han Li became, the more he turned around the corner.
Follow the sound until you come to a courtyard. It's the Liang family. No wonder the fourth Liang will block the way.
The courtyard wall of their house is made of wood, which does not affect Han Li's view of the inside.
Especially at night, when the lights were burning in the house, the door and windows were open, which made Han Li see clearly.
There were red, yellow, blue, green and purple flags in the room, and he could not see clearly what was on the table.
In the middle of the room, there are two people singing and dancing in the room.
One of them took the worship drum and waist Ling in his hand and made them rattle.
Han Li followed the candlelight to see what was going on inside. He thought that no wonder the Liang family would only react in this way. Everyone would avoid the eyes of others.
Han Li is still thinking about it. It has started to sing.
The sun sets on the west and the sky darkens. Every family bolts the door.
The travelling gentleman runs to the inn, the bird runs to the forest, and the tiger returns to the mountain.
The bird runs to the mountain forest and has a shelter. The tiger wants to return to the mountain safely The surname is Hu, the name is Tianying.
Han Li has been watching people singing all the time, and both of them in the room have stopped.
Later, he was not suitable for watching any more, and turned around to return to his home.
Han Li is just looking at the folk customs at this time, and will never do the unscrupulous thing of beating up small reports.
And Han Li would love to see it more than once. After all, something like this has its original flavor. It can be said that one glance is less than one.
After commercialization in the future, many things will become stale. At that time, good looks are good, and good looks are beautiful.
But it's just a simple performance, which makes people can't find the current feeling.
The stars were still in the sky and there was nothing to say all night. Han Li woke up naturally after a sleep.