"My surname is Hua, and my name is Liniang." Yu Jinhuai said, patting his back lightly and kissing his forehead.

Meng Yunshu wanted to ask again, but he was dragged into a dream by the heavy sleepiness, and he was still thinking about having a good talk with Yu Jinhuai when he woke up tomorrow morning.

Yu Jinhuai, who was asked this question, did not feel sleepy. He looked at his sleeping face with clear eyes, and gently brushed his temples and cheeks with his fingertips until Meng Yunshu felt the itching on his face and couldn't help it. He raised his hand and patted it, and then he let go of his hand as if he had come to his senses, and gently embraced Meng Yunshu and closed his eyes.

After a night's rest, Yu Jinhuai, whose body was well relaxed, got up early, put on his clothes lightly, and after a simple wash, drank a bowl of warm water before heading to the mountain along the village road with a machete and a rope.

In the early morning of winter, the dry grass and dead branches on both sides of the road were covered with thick hoarfrost, which creaked when they stepped on them. Standing at the foot of the mountain, Yu Jinhuai looked up at the dense fog on the mountain, turned around and took the two dogs and Went to the fields.

There was also a thick layer of frost on the dark green wheat. After walking around the only five acres of land at home, he pulled out some weeds. Yu Jinhuai looked up at the red sun that had just climbed out of the clouds and the mountains. He put his fingers to his mouth and whistled, and soon, Daqing and Dahei who disappeared ran over from a distance.

The bodies of one person and two dogs were wet, and Yu Jinhuai's trouser legs were covered with dark soil. On the way home, he met people from the village, greeted each other a few times, and pushed open the door of the house amidst rooster crows.

When he came back, Meng Yunshu and Yu Zhining were still asleep, because they were fine, Yu Jinhuai didn't call them, he washed his hands, sat in front of the stove with a torch and hay and started a fire, Daqing and Dahei finished shaking in the yard The water on his body entered the stove, and he lay on the left and right sides of the stove, with his head stretched forward to warm the fire.

Yu Jinhuai caught a glimpse of the two of them's movements from the corner of his eye, and gently nodded their heads with the dry firewood in his hand. They were so close that they were not afraid of being roasted.

Daqing turned his head away, rubbed his right paw on the top of his head, then rested his head on the paw, and narrowed his eyes comfortably. As for Dahei, he let out a low groan, and then bit Yu Jinhuai's trousers, Unexpectedly, he took a bite of the mud, Yu Jinhuai looked at it and sneered, and pushed its head away with firewood.

Calmly commented: "Stupid."

The pot on the stove gradually became white, and Meng Yunshu on the kang also got dressed, hugged Yu Zhining and put him on the ground.

"Ah Ning, go find your little uncle and pour you face wash."

Yu Zhining responded abruptly and ran out, while Meng Yunshu swept the kang with a broom. Under the sunlight, dust was flying in the air visible to the naked eye. Meng Yunshu picked up the quilt and stood on the edge of the kang, shaking, Then spread the quilts on the kang, there are still three quilts, the small one is Yu Zhining's, the other two big ones are Yu Jinhuai and Meng Yunshu's, and the rest is on top.

It's cold in winter, and it's unbearable at night without an extra quilt.

After he finished packing and went out, Yu Zhining had already run around in the yard, exhausting the warm water on the clay stove, and Meng Yunshu added some more to the stove.

When he got to the kitchen, he found that Yu Jinhuai had turned out the sweet potato vermicelli that he had made earlier, standing in front of the chopping board, looking at it, and touching it with his hands from time to time.

"That's vermicelli." Meng Yunshu came over and said, standing beside him, thinking of the cabbage in the field, suddenly wanted to eat cabbage stewed vermicelli, "Brother Huai, go to the yard and pull a cabbage."

"it is good."

Before Yu Jinhuai left, he saw Meng Yunshu forcefully break the vermicelli into two halves, vermicelli?Want to break it and eat it?

Yu Zhining in the yard was sitting on the mat and watched him pull vegetables, ran over and squatted beside him, tilted his head and watched without blinking his eyes.

Sensing his gaze, Yu Jinhuai suddenly remembered that Aning would be four years old after the new year, he was an older child, and he wanted to sleep alone, so he turned his head to meet his focused and bright eyes, and touched his heart. Touching his hair, I thought about finding time to discuss it with Ah Yun.

If Ah Ning slept alone, where would he sleep?

In the family, only the bedroom they live in now has a kang, and the other two rooms have bed boards. If Ah Ning is not to be frozen in cold weather, he can only re-install a kang in the room he lives in.

Taking the cabbage into the kitchen, Meng Yunshu had already soaked the vermicelli in boiling water.

"Brother Huai, I won't cook porridge today, let's warm up some steamed buns." Taking the cabbage in Yu Jinhuai's hand, Meng Yunshu quickly peeled off the rotten leaves and put them in the basket beside him. If he had time to spare, he chopped them up and fed them to the chickens. of.

"Okay." Yu Jinhuai poured out some hot water and put it on the stove, then picked up the steamer and put it on the pot, took eight frozen hard multigrain steamed buns, put them on top and covered the pot.

Meng Yunshu, who was cutting vegetables, saw the miscellaneous grain steamed buns on the steamer, and thought of the sugar buns he ate when he was young, and now he is greedy. There are white sugar and flour in the canteen, thinking that he will soon go to the last county fair before the New Year Meng Yunshu thought about taking advantage of the big market to take out some things from the canteen and mix them with the things they bought, so that no one would doubt them.

Whether it's sugar buns or bean paste buns, he is greedy. In Shu's memory, the items prepared here before the Chinese New Year are similar to those he used in modern times. He remembers that one year when he went to the countryside for the Chinese New Year, his father and mother prepared for a long time.

Thinking of the lanterns that her uncle sent her when she was young, Meng Yunshu asked, "Brother Huai, why didn't sister-in-law's natal family come?"

Yu Jinhuai paused while lighting the fire, glanced out at Yu Zhining who was playing alone in the yard, and said slowly, "Brother said that sister-in-law ran to Cangnan Village in trouble."

As soon as these words came out, Meng Yunshu understood in his heart.

He smiled and said, "When I was young, I remember that Jiujiu gave me lanterns and tiger flower buns. This year we will also prepare one for Ah Ning."

As soon as the words fell, a familiar voice asked curiously: "Little uncle, what do you want to prepare for Aning?"

Meng Yunshu turned her head and met his expectant eyes, knowing that he heard it, she deliberately shook her head and said, "Secret."

Yu Zhining pursed her lips and acted coquettishly. Seeing that he was indifferent, she ran in front of Yu Jinhuai again, sat in his arms, her small face touched Yu Jinhuai's, and said in a childish voice: "Ah Ning heard it all, little girl." Don't go back on your word, uncle and little uncle."

"The book says that eight horses can't catch up with what a gentleman said." Yu Zhining raised his head proudly, his eyelashes fluttered a few times, his chin rested on Yu Jinhuai's shoulder, and said, "Ah Ning will remember it firmly."

Listening to his childish words, Meng Yunshu couldn't help laughing, and even the corners of Yu Jinhuai's mouth couldn't restrain it from rising.

I don't know where he heard it, but eight horses can't catch up with what the gentleman said.

The steamed buns were hot in a pot. When cooking, Meng Yunshu fried them on the clay stove. He poured some oil into the pot on the clay stove. For good dishes, stand at a suitable distance, and reach out to ensure that the dishes can be completely poured in.

Hearing the sound of "Zi La", hot oil splashed everywhere, Meng Yunshu took a shovel and stir-fried a few times, then put salt, pepper noodles and five-spice powder in, and after stirring for a while, put the pre-soaked vermicelli They also added it, and with the sound of cooking, a strong aroma rose from the pot. Meng Yunshu scooped up a little water and added it to prevent the vegetables from sticking to the pot.

After he finished frying the vegetables, the multigrain steamed buns in the pot were almost hot. Taking advantage of this time, he made another pot of malted milk.

He was still in the kitchen while eating, Meng Yunshu took the hot steamed buns, broke off a piece and fed it to Yu Zhining who was beside him. The steamed buns just out of the pan were too hot, so Yu Zhining was worried about holding him.

After he took a bite, he took Yu Zhining's bowl and served him a bowl of malted milk.

Pushing it in front of him, Meng Yunshu reminded: "Remember to blow it before drinking."

"Aning knows."

Seeing Yu Jinhuai pick up a chopstick of vermicelli, Meng Yunshu also took a bite, focusing all the time on him.

"Brother Huai, how does it taste?"

Yu Jinhuai thought about it carefully, and then said flatly, "Not bad."

When he passed by Chang'an City before, he heard Huo Xu mention that the nobles made sweet potatoes into strips to eat. He heard that the taste was delicious. For farmers, filling their stomachs is the most important thing. Other food.

"Ayun, what's the name for this?" Yu Jinhuai asked again with a chopstick of vermicelli.

"Noodles." Meng Yunshu explained without raising his head: "I specially made a new pattern out of sweet potatoes. Brother Huai, I will use this seed when planting sweet potatoes next year. The flour yield will be high, and the taste is very good."

Yu Jinhuai knew where the seeds in his words came from, so he nodded and agreed.

Not long after the meal, all the children from the village came, and Yu Zhining picked up the airs of his little teacher again, holding his wooden stick and began to conduct spot checks in a dignified manner.

The weather was not good today, so their class was placed in the main room, and Yu Jinhuai and Meng Yunshu were sitting in the kitchen and talking.

"Brother Huai, last night you said that the second aunt's name is Hua Liniang, which flower?" Yu Jinhuai asked the people around him while knitting a scarf.

Yu Jinhuai had nothing to do, just when Meng Yunshu took out some seven-color spirit grass fruits, he was carefully mixing other colors in his hand.

"Grass head flower." Finally, other colors were matched. Meng Yunshu took a look and put three rolls of wool into it. This time the color was a light sky blue. Not only that, he also made a sky blue color. So I put all the remaining wool in, and gently stirred with a clean and smooth branch, and pressed all the wool that was exposed to the water to ensure that every wool can be soaked.

Meng Yunshu kept weaving the scarf with his hands, repeating in his mouth: "Grass head flower." No, it was different from what Ritu told him that day. , what went wrong

Yu Jinhuai keenly sensed his confusion, and then thought of him always asking about his second uncle, his eyes flickered.

"There is something wrong"

Meng Yunshu looked down at the stick and wool in his hand, stared at the lines on the scarf, bit his lip, with complicated emotions in his heart, he didn't know whether he should say it or not?But what if his guess is wrong?

Undecided, he stared at Yu Jinhuai for a long time. The moment Yu Jinhuai reached out to hold his hand, Meng Yunshu's heart trembled, he hesitated for a while and opened his lips and said, "Brother Huai, I want to tell you something?"

Yu Jinhuai held his hand tightly, patted it lightly as if comforting, his deep eyes reflected his shadow.

"Is it the second uncle?"

Meng Yunshu opened his eyes wide in shock, the already round eyes appeared even bigger, like a cat, his pupils trembled, and Yu Jinhuai's clenched hands clenched them even tighter.

"How do you know?" Meng Yunshu approached him, looked around first, lowered his voice, and asked in disbelief.

Hearing this, Yu Jinhuai nodded his nose, and gently pinched Yu Zhining's cheek like he usually did when he pinched Yu Zhining's cheek, and then said unhurriedly: "Ayun, you have too many flaws. gone."

"Where is there, where is my weakness?" Meng Yunshu sat down and asked confidently, he felt that he was already very careful.

Seeing his unwillingness to admit defeat, Yu Jinhuai pinched his fingertips, turned his palm up with lowered eyes, stared at the thin layer of calluses on his fingertips, and felt itchy to touch it.

"Since I came back, you have been asking me about my second uncle. Last night, you even asked about my second aunt's name. Ayun, you wouldn't ask so many questions in normal times."

Not to mention that Meng Yunshu has been secretly asking him what kind of person his second uncle is these days, what preferences and habitual actions he has on weekdays.

Meng Yunshu lowered his head sullenly when he heard the words, held his hand instead, and explained in a low voice: "You know, my canteen can receive customers from all time and space. I also told you that Lu Ruan and I are today's sons. My husband is a fellow villager, which means that I can get in touch with our contemporaries."

"Well, don't worry, just take your time." Yu Jinhuai poured a glass of water for Meng Yunshu and put it in his hand. After he finished drinking, he took it and put it aside.

"Do you remember what I told you about the snow disaster in Mobei last time?" Meng Yunshu looked up at him and asked.

Yu Jinhuai nodded, "Mobei? Where is Second Uncle?"

Meng Yunshu couldn't help but sigh Yu Jinhuai's keenness, and he had already guessed pretty well.

"I'm not sure either." Meng Yunshu shook his head and continued: "When Ritu came to the canteen that day, a masked man followed behind him. His voice sounded about the same age as his second uncle. Ritu was completely different that day, but his demeanor was similar to those of us in Hua'an County, and his accent was the same."

"His surname is Hua, from Huating Mountain. He was rescued from Linxun Peak by Naritu's father. There are signs of being bitten by wolves on his body and face, and there are also signs of stone grinding. , and his face was injured because of this, and he has been wearing a mask to show people since then."

"Hmm." Yu Jinhuai nodded, his eyes were deep and thoughtful, "Then what?"

It may be that Yu Jinhuai's calm tone encouraged Meng Yunshu, and Meng Yunshu became more fluent in what he said later.

"Mr. Hua, he doesn't remember where he came from, and he doesn't remember whether he has a wife or children at home, but that day, the map said that Mr. Hua would go to Linxun Peak to stay for a period of time every year, trying to find his lost memories."

After saying this, Meng Yunshu heaved a sigh of relief, and finally relaxed. He has been secretly comparing the second child of the Yu family with Mr. Hua in his heart, trying to find the connection between them. Confused, she didn't know whether she should ask or not, but now that she told Yu Jinhuai, Meng Yunshu felt much relieved after he discussed with her.

"Ayun, you just said that Ritu's father was Mr. Hua who was rescued from Linxun Peak?" Yu Jinhuai pondered for a moment, looked up at Meng Yunshu, and asked.

"Yes." Meng Yunshu nodded, resting his right hand on his chin, fixedly looked at Yu Jinhuai, and asked suspiciously, "Is there a problem with Linxun Peak?"

Is there anything else he doesn't know?

Yu Jinhuai pinched his chin and kissed his forehead reverently, then kissed the corner of his mouth again, saying: "That person may really be the second uncle."

"Why?" Meng Yunshu didn't expect that the answer she guessed by mistake would be true.

"Linxun Peak is right next to Ghost Crying Cliff. According to what Huo Xu said, the direction that my second uncle most likely ran to was Linxun Peak. I once told me that the "Yue" in his name came from his aunt's handkerchief with Chinese characters embroidered on it, and a mountain embroidered on the bottom. Now that I think about it, it should represent Huating Mountain. "

"Huating Mountain is a well-known mountain in the Xia Kingdom. Together with the other four mountains, it becomes the Five Sacred Mountains. Therefore, he was named Yue. This is what his aunt told him."

Listening to Yu Jinhuai's words, Meng Yunshu also understood why he was so sure that Mr. Hua was the second uncle of the Yu family.

Thinking that the second uncle of the Yu family was in Mobei, Meng Yunhu couldn't wait to get up but was held back by Yu Jinhuai.

He turned around in confusion, and asked blankly, "Brother Huai, what's wrong?"

Yu Jinhuai: "Are you going to tell Xiaoyue?"

"Of course." Meng Yunshu nodded his head as a matter of course. Of course, this kind of good thing must be told to himself.

Yu Jinhuai shook his head, "Don't be rash, this matter cannot be rushed."

"why?"

"Although we must be, but what if Mr. Hua is not? Not to mention that he is far away in Mobei, it will take more than two months to travel from Hua'an County to Mobei Kuaima. Besides, that gentleman is also suffering from the disease of losing his soul. Wouldn't it be a joy for Xiaoyue to know that his father who rushed over doesn't know him?"

Yu Jinhuai knew that he had good intentions, so he explained everything to him clearly.

Seeing that Meng Yunshu was not moving, Yu Jinhuai let go of his arm, and took care of the wool again, leaving Meng Yunshu alone to think carefully.

He was as calm as the surface of the water, without a trace of surprise or joy on his face, his lips were slightly pursed as usual, and his knitting movements were so skillful that no fluctuations could be seen.

After Meng Yunshu figured it out, he also realized that he was impulsive, but when he turned his head and saw Yu Jinhuai's calm and unwavering appearance, which formed a sharp contrast with himself, he couldn't help but suspect that Yu Jinhuai was a wooden man, until he was about to get up to dry the sun in the yard. When the beans were put away, they were directly dumped into the food for the chickens as waste. Only then did Meng Yunshu realize that he was not indifferent, but was too happy.

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When entering the commissary again, Meng Yunshu welcomed Daoist Mingyue.

When he was about to leave after buying the books, Meng Yunshu hurriedly stopped him.

"Daozhang, stay here."

Daoist Mingyue stopped when he heard the sound, turned around and looked at him quietly.

"What's the matter?"

Meng Yunshu's hands hidden under the counter rubbed each other nervously, "Is there a cure for the dementia?"

Daoist Mingyue pinched his sleeves, "Yes or no?"

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感谢在2022-07-2921:42:18-2022-07-3021:59:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: ai sleeps 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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