Madam, She Has a Tender Heart

Su Qingyu took the children to dig bamboo shoots in several bamboo forests at the foot of the mountain. Xiaobao followed the boys to catch bamboo rats and had a great time.

No one is picking bamboo fungus. Although it is not the most vigorous spring season, there are still many bamboos in the forest.

The girl has been working with the adults in the family since she was a child. She is very agile and can pick bamboo leaves to look for bamboo fungus. She can find one accurately.

This job really has to be done by little kids. The adults are too tall and have to bend down constantly, fearing that their waists may not be able to bear it. When people get tired, they won't be very careful when looking for things.

Moreover, adults have heavy hands and are not as light-footed as children.

After Su Qingyu taught them, the bamboo fungus picked by the girls had all the fungus cords at the bottom and the black caps at the top.

The remaining skirt and stipe are very clean, not even a bit of mud is stained, and the stipe is not broken.

They are clean and beautiful, arranged one by one in the basket. After a while, several baskets were collected.

The boys also worked hard catching bamboo rats and digging bamboo shoots. I caught a dozen bamboo rats and dug up a pile of bamboo shoots, which was as big as a hill.

If Su Qingyu hadn't said that he would save the bamboos that will grow in spring to plant bamboos, I'm afraid the boys would have dug a lot more.

When it came to Shenshi, Su Qingyu decided to take the children back to the village.

The children were not willing to leave yet and were having a great time. Xiaobao was covered in mud from playing, and his little face looked like a dirty cat. He also hugged the bamboo and refused to return.

After being taught a lesson by Su Qingyu, he had no choice but to follow him into the village with his mouth closed.

Su Qingyu coaxed the children and said she would prepare delicious food for them, and the children followed them down the mountain with saliva dripping from their mouths.

The women who were driving up the mountain had not yet come down from the mountain, and the children arrived at Su Qingnao's house carrying bamboo shoots and bamboo rats.

Su Qingyu directed the children to clean the bamboo fungus and peel the bamboo shoots.

Looking at the bamboo rat, I felt worried.

She doesn't know how to do it, doesn't dare to do it, and can't do it.

Fortunately, all the half-grown children in the village were already prosperous, so a few boys volunteered to catch a dozen bamboo rats and dispose of them.

Su Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief and planned to let them eat more later.

Lu and Ruyi followed the woman who was driving up the mountain into the mountain and did not come back. Su Qingyu decided to show her skills to the children today.

Although Su Qingyu has never cooked since the Lu family came to her, her cooking skills are still good. The Bilu family and their daughter are willing to give in all kinds of condiments.

Today's dinner is absolutely fresh. This is what I gained in the mountains today. Stewed bamboo shoots in oil, stewed bamboo rat meat with fresh bamboo shoots, bamboo shoot tip soup, simple, but delicious for a dozen kids.

Everyone's stomach is full after eating.

"Xiaobao, your food is so delicious!"

A dozen children all nodded: "Yes. Xiaobao, your mother's cooking is so delicious. It would be great if you could eat it every meal!"

"I also want to be able to eat every meal. My mother's cooking is not delicious at all."

"Then how about we dig bamboo shoots tomorrow and catch bamboo rats to Aunt Su and let her help?"

The children thought they were very quiet, but Su Qingyu heard them all.

I couldn't help but laugh.

One meal won the hearts of a group of kids.

While Su Qingyu and the kids were eating fragrant bamboo shoots, drinking bamboo fungus soup that was so fresh that their eyebrows would fall off, and eating oily bamboo rat meat with every bite, Lu Bocheng was also eating.

His dinner was just two gray steamed buns as big as fists, plus a bowl of clear soup that looked like boiled water without any oil or vegetable leaves.

Lu Bocheng took two steamed buns from the kitchen, made a bowl of soup, poured the soup into a bamboo tube, and carried it up to the tower.

The weather is getting colder. The wind at the border makes people’s faces hurt.

Lu Bocheng sat down at the crenel on the city tower, leaned against the city wall, and looked outside the city wall. There was a wilderness in front of us. There were not a few trees in sight. It was all desert. From time to time, strong winds would blow, kicking up dust and blowing towards our faces.

A few dozen miles further is the territory of Tubo.

Tubo was currently fighting among themselves and had no time to challenge them, so he could rest quietly for a while.

Lu Bocheng leaned against the battlement, with one foot bent and the other stretched forward. There was no light in his eyes, only the desert sky.

The bamboo tube was placed beside him. He took a gray steamed bun and took a bite from time to time, looking in front of him in the direction of Tubo. Another steamed bun was held in his arms. Be prepared to take it out after you finish eating what you have on hand.

Otherwise, it will become hard when the wind blows. Cheeks hurt from chewing.

There was the sound of stomping footsteps, and Lu Bocheng tilted his head. When he saw it was the dog, his eyes moved back.

"General, are you going to eat this?" Gou Wa looked at him with some distress.

"I'm still a general." Lu Bocheng didn't look at him, put the gray steamed bun in his hand into his mouth and took another bite.

Gouwa felt uncomfortable.

He sat down beside him blankly: "I just like to call you general. You will always be Gouwa's general."

He looked at his hands and became excited again: "General, I brought you meat! Look, there are several pieces! It's oily, you must like it!"

Lu Bocheng only glanced at it and didn't answer: "You can eat it."

"I have it, I brought it for you."

As he said this, he wanted to snatch the steamed bun from his hand, but Lu Bocheng dodged it and prevented him from grabbing it.

Gouwa took the opportunity to take out the other one from his arms, broke it into two halves, sandwiched a few large pieces of meat inside, and handed it to him.

"Here. General, you can eat it. It's delicious. You work so hard guarding the city wall, how can you not eat some oil and water?"

It has only been a while since I lost so much weight. His face was chapped by the wind, and bloodshot eyes could be seen.

Lu Bocheng looked at the steamed bun raised to his mouth. There was oily meat in the middle, and the oil was still flowing onto the steamed bun.

Sighing, Gouwa must have saved it from his own share.

"General, you can eat it. I will have no shortage of meat with you."

Lu Bocheng thought for a moment and took it.

Gouwa was very happy when he saw that he had taken it. He also took the half-eaten steamed bun over, broke it in half, and put the meat in it. Be prepared to wait until he finishes eating before handing this to him.

The two of them sat at the crenellations of the city wall. Gou Wa raised the corner of his mouth as he watched Lu Bocheng finish two steamed buns in silence.

He calmed down again and asked him: "General, why don't you want to be my personal soldier? If you were my personal soldier, you wouldn't have to go to the city wall to blow wind and eat dirt."

Lu Bocheng said calmly: "There must be someone guarding the city."

But why you.

You are the general in charge of the army, you should not be guarding the city wall. Gouwa felt very uncomfortable.

The two fell silent again. I feel bad.

Suddenly Gou Wa slapped his head: "Oh, I almost forgot something important."

Lu Bocheng looked at him.

"General, I have your letter!"

My letter! Lu Bocheng immediately became excited.

Gou Wa took out a thick letter from his arms and gave it to Lu Bocheng.

Lu Bocheng quickly took it and looked at the familiar handwriting on the envelope, his eyes immediately became moist.

I stared at it for a long time and touched it again and again. My hands were shaking so much that I couldn't open it.

"General, why don't you open it and take a look?"

Lu Bocheng wiped away his tears. He turned around quickly and opened the letter with shaking hands.

Gouwa muttered dissatisfiedly: "I can't read." Why are you carrying me?

Sad.

Why hasn't anyone written to him? I don’t know if my family is well or not. Gouwa looked at the wilderness in front of the city wall, feeling a little disappointed.

After a while, Lu Bocheng had finished reading the letter and burst into tears while holding the letter.