20 years of restarting life

Chapter 1506 Jasper
Then one of the questions posed to Zhao Changan at the beginning was, how could Meng Xuedong's master conclude that the old Dragon King could do it?
There are two people involved in this sentence, one is the old dragon king, the other is Meng Xuedong's master, and the other is called "Old Litou who picks herbs".

If the eyes could be seen more widely, in fact, this sentence immediately attracted four people, including Zhao Changan and Wen Ye.

Of course Wen Ye knew that there were other ways, but Zhao Changan had no play at all.

In fact, he can't do it either, but he's going to do it soon. When the jasper in his hand grows in spring next year, he will be able to do it.

It's just that he is not so noble, and he likes to sacrifice himself for others so much!
Then the information disclosed by Meng Xuedong may all point to the same thing, that is, all four of them are practitioners of this ancient martial arts.

This is a bit interesting.

Then, if we continue to infer this matter and analyze it more deeply, then Meng Xuedong's master should not have this ability, or he is extremely selfish and unwilling to do something for his apprentice's good friend. Small sacrifices.

The same reason, that is, the old dragon king is a person with this ability.

"It's the old Li Tou who has a bad temper and a bad temper." This sentence is even more meaningful, so Wen Ye reasoned that Meng Xuedong's master should already have a serious rickety.

'Practicing the ancient martial arts, the whole body is full of essence, and when the body is old and weak, the essence is thin and weak, and can no longer fill the body, so it will shrink like a leaking balloon, and the pain is unspeakable. '

Here, Ye Pingbai seemed to have broken free from the curse and shackles on the surface, but Wen Ye had always expressed doubts, because if he really broke free from the chains of thorns, then there was no need for him to be so anxious now.

"Zizi~"

At this time, there was an extremely slight hissing sound on the beam of the kitchen. Wen Ye raised his head and glanced. A pair of chopsticks was only one-third the thickness of chopsticks. He said, poking his head towards Wen Ye.

You can also see a small bulge in the middle of the snake's body, obviously returning to the nest after eating.

This is his jasper.

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Tianmu Village, at night.

Zhao Changan and other village girls put the eggs, washed green peppers, green tomatoes, and garlic sprouts into the kitchen in a bamboo dustpan, and put them on the side of the pot. The firewood lit another pot.

Zhao Changan cut and mixed vegetables, and at the same time scooped up water with a gourd ladle to heat and wash the pot, and then held a shovel to stir-fry vegetables over high heat.

"Who introduced you?"

Now the village girl finally couldn't bear to ask Zhao Changan, and at the same time looked up at Zhao Changan's face who was chopping vegetables.

"Meng Xuedong."

"No wonder my dad treats you like this, otherwise he would have to wait until after we have eaten before opening the door for you. No, you didn't mention Xiaomeng's name from the beginning to the end?"

The village girl asked in surprise: "I have the mobile phone in my hand, and Xiaomeng hasn't had a phone call these days."

"Have you heard of it, checked your eyes, and met the right person?"

Zhao Changan had already cut the vegetables at this time, and seeing that the water in the pot was already steaming, he scooped up the hot water with a ladle and poured it out, and then used a broom to sweep out the remaining hot water that was not easy to scoop out. The water film attached to the pot is allowed to evaporate on the stove fire.

"My dad and Xiaomeng are both right. People outside your mountains are dishonest and full of half-truths and half-truths."

"You don't seem to be a local, do you?"

Zhao Changan didn't continue the topic of this village girl, but wanted to get rid of her.

"Is it important, or is it related to your purpose here?"

Zhao Changan was blocked by the village girl's words, so he scooped up a spoonful of rapeseed oil, and when the oil was warmed up, he began to stir-fry vegetables over high heat.

"The level is good, are you almost catching up with me?"

The village girl Juan'er was a little surprised, and praised Zhao Chang'an, "I don't take advantage of you, and you don't take advantage of me. Everyone said something else, and they were all happy."

"Compared to your old hen stewed mushrooms, it's still a lot worse."

Juan'er was silent for a while, and she didn't want to have fun with Zhao Chang'an anymore after being told about the things in her heart.

He said in a low voice: "Actually, this bowl of chicken soup is specially stewed for my dad, and it is drunk with medicinal wine. He is sick. It is said that it is a very rare disease. My dad was not like this before. His back is very straight. Not skinny, arms thicker than my current legs."

"It's ankylosing spondylitis. This disease is a worldwide problem and it is difficult to overcome."

Zhao Changan couldn't help but think of what Wen Ye said on the phone in the afternoon, "He should be a dry, skinny hunchback curled up into a ball." '

Really accurate!

But what does this girl mean when she said, 'Actually, this bowl of chicken soup is specially stewed for my dad'?
At that moment, the chicken soup, whether he drank it or not.

At Zhao Changan's current height, let alone a crock pot of old hen stewed with shiitake mushrooms, even a crock pot of stewed swan with ginseng is not uncommon for him.

But after a while at the wine table, could it be that Xiao Lan and I didn't pick up chicken with chopsticks, didn't we scoop up a spoonful of chicken soup, but only fried eggs with garlic sprouts and green tomatoes with peppers?

It doesn't matter to him, it doesn't even matter if he doesn't eat this meal. As a cautious adult, for this trip into the mountains, Zhao Changan put a lot of things in the trunk of the jeep, a small tent in the field, a sleeping bag, his A meteorite iron long knife, solid alcohol, alcohol stove, biscuits, dried fruit, instant noodles, bags of braised beef, mineral water, milk pot, insect repellent sulfur powder, essential oil, flashlight, Swiss army knife, a hand Proven bird-shooting air gun,—

But isn't this slapping old man Li in the face?

"It seems to be like this. There is no rule of law, and it can only be relieved by alcohol. You'd better let him get drunk at night and become a puddle of mud, otherwise he will be half-drunk and swearing all over the yard. I have listened to it for ten years. I'm used to it, Meng Xuedong was scolded to be depressed at the beginning when he came to my house, but gradually he also scolded him for being stubborn."

Zhao Changan understood why the father and daughter chose to live away from the village.

He said to the village girl, "No, at least tonight, your father will endure it."

"Although there are not many guests who come to my house, maybe there are not many that my dad can bear."

The village girl expressed doubts.

Zhao Changan smiled, how could he get old man Li drunk tonight, and he still wanted to tell him about Dang Chenying.

However, there is nothing to argue about this matter, and it will be proved naturally when drinking at night.

Just like he has a lot of questions to ask old man Li, this old man will definitely have a lot of questions to ask him.

So he had to hold back no matter how uncomfortable it was.

As a little old man who curled up to such an extent but still endured not hanging on the southeast branch, Zhao Changan believed that he still had some patience.

At this time, the first dish, fried green peppers with green tomatoes, comes out of the pan.

The reason why Zhao Changan fried this dish first was to scramble eggs and garlic sprouts without washing the pot, so that the second dish would have a slightly hot and sour taste of the first dish.

(End of this chapter)