The two of them used a bamboo tube brought by Yan Lang to eat a pot of rice paste mixed with pickles and jerky meat. Although the taste was not very good, it was the first hot meal Yan Lang had eaten in the two days since he was on the road.

Seeing Xiao Tan eating so seriously, Yan Lang felt a little guilty, thinking that it was almost time to go to Wuhua County tomorrow afternoon, so he slowed down his itinerary a little in the morning to see if he could get some wild game.

When he was away, Yan Lang naturally brought slingshots and other items. After all, he had no money to improve his life, so Yan Lang could not eat dry food and eat it all the way to the capital for more than two months. When he arrived in the capital according to the prices there, it would be even more expensive to eat meat.

Yan Lang looked thin, but in fact, it was just because his family was not eating well and was just about to get a head full of strength. He seemed to be born to play wild game. Even the old hunters who had been decades of years were ashamed of themselves. In recent years, they have been to the mountains and forests of the Wedu County in Chongyang County.

I have never made it because I have to study and have to go into the mountains to hunt for money.

This time, because I had to rush to improve my life without eating meat for a few days, it was nothing for Yan Lang. However, now that Xiao Tan is here, the other party is in a tough shape and is interested in human food. If you follow him to eat dry food all the way, you will think that human food is like this.

When Yan Lang thought about this, he couldn't help feeling ashamed.

Xiao Tan didn't know that Yan Lang was thinking about improving her life. After eating rice, he curiously pulled Yan Lang and said something for a long time, and asked many questions she had accumulated for a long time.

Yan Lang answered what he could answer, and there was no way he could do anything he could not answer. He could only keep it in mind. If he saw too many things in the future, he might be able to solve his own doubts.

Yan Lang also asked Xiao Tan about her own affairs, but unfortunately Xiao Tan was just in a daze last year. He knew something vaguely, but he didn't remember it. He was like a newborn baby who was ignorant, only knowing that he would drill out of the ground and quietly stretch out his branches and leaves every night. This year, after the thunder sounded in spring, Xiao Tan gave birth to a small flower bud.

Lingzhi slept when he saw Yan Lang this year before he suddenly realized that Yan Lang saw that Lingzhi was because of his own and transformed into a hurry to save him. For some reason, he felt a sense of sweetness.

Late at night, Xiao Tan felt sleepy suddenly. He tilted his head and turned from a girl in yellow to a flower, which scared Yan Lang.

Think about it, just before my eyes, a living person disappeared, and a plant with green stems and light yellow buds curled up with leaves appeared on the spot. How could I not be surprised?

But he was shocked. Yan Lang thought that Xiao Tan's prototype was so petite and cute. He loved the house and the blue ones, and thought that this was actually very ordinary flower.

Seeing the flower plant roots pitifully holding a small ball of half-dried soil and slumped there, Yan Lang remembered something, stood up and searched left and right in the broken wooden house, but in the end he could barely find a broken clay pot with a little concave arc.

Yan Lang carried a kerosene lamp to drill the shrubs outside to find a fertile soil. He ran back with a broken clay pot with a mud on his face, and carefully planted the flower plants into the broken clay pot.

When Yan Lang was holding the peduncle and burying the soil, he suddenly thought that he didn't know whether the place he was holding his hands now was Xiao Tan's waist or legs that turned into a human form...

In front of the fire in the broken wooden house, the white-faced scholar who was burying his head in the flower planting suddenly turned shy and moved his hands up, afraid that he would touch Xiao Tan somewhere else, such as waist, abdomen, and chest...

Yan Lang buried his head and tried hard to clear the messy thoughts in his head. After he was sure to plant the flowers, he quickly let go of his hand holding the peduncle.

That night, Yan Lang couldn't sleep heartlessly like last night. He sat in the fire for a long time. He stopped calling back to his nest. He smelled the quiet fragrance of flowers lingering between his nose, and then Yan Lang fell on the wooden board and fell asleep.

In the morning, Yan Lang was awakened by the itch on his face, his eyes were a little painful, his eyelashes moved, and his eyelids seemed to stick together.

"Scholar, it's time to get up!"

A crisp voice screamed, Yan Lang suddenly remembered Xiao Tan, and immediately sat up with a tremor.

There was a "Oh" next to it, accompanied by the sound of the clay pot shaking left and right to hit the ground.

When Yan Lang saw it, he immediately didn't know whether to laugh or be afraid.

I saw a thin but good-looking flower plant rooted in the shallow mud of the broken clay pot. At this time, the leaves under the flower plant were nervously holding the broken clay pot. It should have been trying to stabilize the broken clay pot that was shaking left and right, and the two leaves on it were rubbing the only buds.

"Scholar, what are you doing? I was shocked and knocked me out of the mud!"

Flower buds complained.

Yan Lang quickly reached out to stabilize the broken clay pot and apologized, "I'm sorry, it's my fault, Xiao Tan, are you okay?"

Xiao Tan tilted the flower buds and "looked" at Yan Lang, "It's okay, I feel good. Did you plant me in it last night? No wonder I slept so well."

Yan Lang got up a little late in the morning, and it was almost dawn outside, so it was unrealistic to make a fire and cook again. Yan Lang had to make Xiao Tan feel aggrieved and brought her a handful of pieces of jerky meat. He ate the last piece of steamed cake that he could already knock his teeth.

The bait that Yan Lang's mother and sister prepared for him was steamed and mashed grains, and then baked them in an iron pot over low heat, and finally cut them into slices of crumbs.

Although I don’t have the luxury of frying it with oil, I also have a light burnt aroma after baking. The little tan is so good that it crunches in my hands.

Yan Lang slowly grinds steamed cakes with his teeth, soaks them in his mouth before he can swallow them.

"I'll go and cook a pheasant at noon and make roast chicken for you."

The pheasant is actually not delicious enough when roasted, so it is better to stew or braised, but now Yan Lang is also "a cook without a pot".

Xiao Tan chewed the embarrassing bait and looked forward to Yan Lang with anticipation, and actively expressed his intention to help him hunt.

Unfortunately, at noon, Xiao Tanzhen followed him to hunt. When she saw a hare jumping by. She had just used spells to kill the rabbit, but suddenly covered her heart and snorted and fell to the ground. Yan Lang was so scared that she quickly threw away the slingshot that had just been pulled, and supported Xiao Tan to lean in his arms, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Xiao Tan was so painful that he had not recovered yet. He shook his head weakly, closed his eyes and slowly adjusted himself. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at Yan Lang with shame, "I seem to be unable to kill. Just now, just as I was about to kill the hare, I suddenly felt like I was clenched in my heart. "

Yan Lang frowned and thought carefully, "Since you said you were born with Buddha nature, you must be unable to kill animals, will you not be able to eat meat?"

Xiao Tan quickly shook his head, "No, I can eat meat when I am a flower, I can eat anything!"

That is, you cannot kill actively?

That's true. Although Yan Lang himself does not specialize in growing crops, he also knows that plants can eat anything, as long as those things rot into fertility and melt into the soil.

Originally, Yan Lang wanted to let it go, but Xiao Tanyan wanted to eat the roast chicken that Yan Lang had promised before. Yan Lang had no choice but to let her stay where she was and crawl into the bushes by herself.

Soon, Xiao Tan, who was staying in the same place, heard the sound of a pheasant screaming. After a while, Yan Lang came back with a chicken feather, holding a pheasant in his hand and a few eggs in his other hand.

Of course, Yan Lang did the job of killing chickens and boiling eggs. Xiao Tan happily ran several times with the bamboo tube in his arms to fill water so that Yan Lang could clean the pheasant.

It is very troublesome to pull chicken feathers in the wilderness. Yan Lang simply pulled out the thick chicken feathers randomly, and found yellow mud nearby and mixed half a bamboo tube of water.

The pheasant was marinated with salt inside and outside for a while, and stuffed various mushrooms that he had found in the woods before into the chicken's belly. Then he pasted yellow mud and burned them into the fire in advance. The fire continued to be set up there to burn it. After a while, you can eat the yellow mud chicken that is not lacking in moisture.

As for the remaining hair that has not been plucked clean, break the dried yellow paste after a while, and the yellow paste can stick the fluff clean.

It was already noon now, so I stayed so luxuriously to make roast chicken for Xiao Tan Yanlang. However, Yan Lang did not waste time during the waiting period. He washed his hands, took the book, and shook his head and his back.

Xiao Tan shook his head curiously for a while, but it didn't take it long before. He held his head with both hands and felt his eyes shaking.

Although she was curious, Xiao Tan had seen how those scholars who attended the autumn examination paid attention to reading books last year, and how the people next to her were afraid of making noises that made scholars do their studies. So Xiao Tan did not always chatter and ask questions like before. She just held her knees and stared at the fire with her eyes burning, and she was imagining the yellow mud chicken that was better than jerky as the scholar said while swallowing her saliva.

Yan Lang left most of the yellow-nick chicken for Xiao Tan to eat, so he ate the stuffy mushrooms and a small half of the chicken inside.

Because of the fragrance of flowers that Xiao Tan himself had, Yan Lang felt light and brisk when he was on the way. Even though he had delayed a lot of time at noon, it was not too late to arrive in Wuhua County in the afternoon. Jinwu would slant east to the top of the mountain.

When Yan Lang arrived at a popular place, he didn't dare to let Xiao Tan follow him in a human form. After all, Xiao Tan was pretty, and he was a poor scholar, so he had to suffer trouble.

Fortunately, Xiao Tan also likes to change back to his original form and root it in the soil. He is carried into Wuhua County by Yan Lang, and can also look around with the swing of the buds.

Although he arrived in the county town, Yan Lang still couldn't bear to pay for his money to improve his life. When he arrived in the county town, he bought a flower pot with a rough but at least a complete pattern on it.

He held a brand new empty flower pot with his left hand and a broken clay pot with his right hand. He also planted a wild flower that was not a famous product at the clay pot. If Yan Lang had not carried a bookcase and put a flag on his back, he would have been joked about it. This image was really weird.

Yan Lang didn't care. When he passed by a bun shop, he looked at it and confirmed that there were still many people who bought it. Then he went up to buy two and put them in his arms, and then hurriedly left the county town again.

When he arrived outside the county town, Yan Lang first found a place with fertile soil and dug soil with a dagger and hand to fill the new flower pot, moved Xiao Tan out of the broken clay pot and planted it. He whispered to ask Xiao Tan whether the flower pot was suitable for soil.

Xiao Tan stretched out his branches and leaves, and rubbed Yan Lang's cheeks with a flower bud. "It's very useful. This flowerpot looks so beautiful, thank you scholar!"

Such a flower pot looks good?

Yan Lang felt ashamed, raised his hand and touched Xiao Tan's green leaf, and promised softly, "Xiao Tan, when I have money in the future, I will definitely give you the best-looking flowerpot and use the best soil to get you rooted."

Each person and flower were in a good mood and said a few more words. Then Yan Lang carried the new flower pot to the ferry outside the county town.

The ferry in Wuhua County is several miles away from the county town, and it hasn't been long for Yan Lang.

But now it is already evening. Even if there are cargo ships at the ferry, they pass by elsewhere, preparing to stay at the ferry in Wuhua County for one night and leave tomorrow morning.

Yan Lang asked the boss of a cargo ship and agreed to take his boat to the county town, but if he got on the boat to rest tonight, it would cost an extra night.

This is also true. Yan Lang held the flower pot and thought about it, and told the boss that he would get on the boat again this morning.

The boss of the boat thought Yan Lang wanted to spend one night in the county town, which was understandable. After all, taking a boat was really not comfortable. He told Yan Lang happily about the time of the boat departure tomorrow morning, and said goodbye to Yan Lang, very polite and considerate.

This attitude is ultimately because Yan Lang is the identity of a juren who went to Beijing to take the exam. If the ship encounters something on the road, he might be able to rely on the special identity of this juren master. In addition, they would give up some money and goods by themselves, and perhaps they could persuade the water bandits who blocked the road to retreat.

Another point is that people in the world say that scholars have their own righteous spirit. A disciple like Yan Lang can be said to be a disciple of the emperor, and naturally, with His Majesty's dragon spirit, and with Yan Lang on the road together, the boss of the ship and the crew on the ship can feel more at ease.

Yan Lang is skeptical about this. Although Yan Lang has never met a ghost in the past twenty years, didn’t he meet him last night?

When the female ghost became fierce, she didn't see her body emitting light as it was written in the script that shocked the female ghost.

However, this statement itself has the meaning of rulers and power. Yan Lang is not stupid enough to find someone to argue about the truth or falsehood of the statement.

Yan Lang held the flower pot and found another honest local who was waiting for work at the ferry and asked, asking if there was a place to stay near the ferry.

The old man looked at Yan Lang and hesitated, "If the master is not afraid, he will walk west for about a quarter of an hour, there will be a charity village there. Don't worry, that charity village has not been used for many years, but occasionally passing corpse drivers will borrow it quietly at night."

The old man thought that it was just about spring, and this scholar would not be so unlucky to meet the corpse-driver.

Besides, scholars are people with great abilities in the eyes of ordinary people. The old man thinks that even if this master meets, as long as there is a corpse driving man, the scholar's righteousness should not be in the way.

Yan Lang thought about the same as the first half of the old man, and Yan Lang really didn't know how terrifying the scene of the corpse driving a group of dead bodies was so in order to save money, Yan Lang went to the charity house that the old man said.

When he arrived at the place, Yan Lang saw that the charity village was far higher than his imagination, and he suddenly felt happy, "Xiao Tan, look, we won't have to be blown by the wind tonight!"

The place where Yan Lang stayed last night would blow cold winds at night. Although this charity village was dilapidated, the doors and windows were intact, the roof was intact.

I opened the door and walked in and saw that there were only some tattered white banners hanging down from the beams of the house. It looked a little scary, but there was no coffin left, and there were several long benches.

Although these stools should be used to plaster coffins, the old man said that no one has used a charity village to place coffins for many years. Yan Lang happily hummed the tune of his hometown and put the long benches in one place. Then he was surprised to find that the stools were the same height and long. It was a "bed" to bring them to bed at night, and there were still many beds with feet.

I can get on the cargo ship tomorrow, so I don’t need to rush on my feet. Yan Lang doesn’t have to hurry up and have a good rest tonight. Seeing that there is a bamboo forest behind the charity house, Yan Lang simply went to the bamboo forest to get some food.

There was still a lot of food in the bamboo forest, but in a moment, Yan Lang brought back two fat bamboo rats, and there were a few spring bamboo shoots that had just emerged.

Bamboo rats are fatty and have fat. They are marinated with salt for a while and roasted for a while. Spring bamboo shoots are cut into diced with dried pickles and cooked into rice paste.

The jars used for cooking are naturally broken jars that have been left by the fire pit for unknown periods. Such places like wooden houses, charity houses, or even dilapidated temples that allow passers-by to rest, are usually found in places like this.

Someone picked up the mouth or put it in half, or someone picked it up from where it was.
To be continued...