047. Slope fire
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Sun Gang and the others walked slowly, as if they were aimless.
Walking to the hillside outside the village, the withered grassland was no longer green.
"Sit here," Sun Gang suggested.
Zhao Han nodded slightly, and the two of them sat down with the flow. Sun Gang pulled his hand back, and Zhao Han was hugged by him.
Sun Gang's hand wrapped around her slender waist, gentle but not losing strength, just made Zhao Han's soft body lean in his arms very comfortable. Zhao Han leaned his face against Sun Gang's arms and kept rubbing it. The warm breath of Sun Gang's body made her very comfortable.
The sunshine poured on the hillside with no ray of wind or clouds. The whiteness made people unable to open their eyes, so they had to sit sideways to avoid its direct gaze, but let it touch its naked face and hands enthusiastically.
The two of them didn't even have the idea of talking, and a warm atmosphere filled the two of them, immersed in the warm feeling unique to the winter sun.
"Uncle Xiaogang, shy, shy, shy, shy, shy, shy," I don't know where the little kids in the village came out, breaking the warm atmosphere between Sun Gang and Zhao Han.
"What are you doing, naughty kids?" Sun Gang was so angry that a few naughty kids really ruined the atmosphere.
"We...we want to light the slope fire," said the little snot baby.
"Sun Gang, what is a dip-po Fire?" Zhao Han asked in confusion.
Sun Gang did a lot of things when he was a child. People who did not spend their childhood in the countryside must not know what it is.
Many creatures are asleep in winter, and the grass has given up its mood of continuing to be prosperous, slowly transferring the accumulation of fatigue throughout the spring and summer to its heart in autumn, completely giving up the green, blowing the winter wind, dyeing the ditches, hillsides, and wasteland into a golden ocean.
The already cool grass sways in the wind with the cold air.
When I was a child, I squatted down with a few friends, forming a circle to block the wind, otherwise I wouldn't light a match. I lit it carefully and the fire started to rush. They avoided the flames as if they were afraid. The lush grass leaves enjoyed the warmth they brought to them, making a squeak... squeak... sound, as if congratulating and praying for their greater prosperity next year, began to spread around quickly, and slowly began to start to chase after them with the direction of the wind.
From the place where the flames are messy, jump to the place where the fire is swept by the fire. The frontier troops with slightly gray spots of black grass have already followed the fire with the wind, leaving only the root stalks close to the heart of the wild grass. They carry black or slightly residual Mars to accompany the children's happiest childhood mood. The heat waves around teasing the children from all directions with the wind. They are very happy and proud.
Many wild little lives with tenacious vitality are looking for opportunities to survive in the rapid sea of fire. They are ruthlessly submerged in the sea of fire without having time to dodge, accompanying the children's childish and carefree laughter, and accompanying the natural music of winter together.
After a while, the spreading fire source had followed the wind and slowly died in the extinction of wild grasses. The fire that had been urging to the wind was still working hard to fulfill the mission of bringing them happiness, but the irregularly growing weeds could not lead them to continue and disappeared on the edge of the sparse grass.
In order to bring happiness to the children, the large golden hillsides and ridges turned into a black and bare wasteland in an instant, showing the rules of the formation of natural forces, and the high lying is uneven. The new venue after running is willing to give the children the most beautiful laughter.
Forget the joy of childhood.
Wildfires cannot be burned, and spring breeze will grow again. In the spring of the next year, the place where the slope fire will turn into lush grass again.
"You naughty kids, go up the ridge of the field by clicking the slope fire. This is so close to the village," Sun Gang scolded. Clicking the slope fire should be in an empty place. The ridge of the field is the best. There are no crops in the field now, only weeds on the ridge, so you don't worry about causing a fire.
When Sun Gang and his friends were young, they were also very sensible when they were lighting the slope fire. They specialized in finding wilderness places. There were no trees around them, and the fire looked very big. After a while, the fire would be extinguished.
There was a small accident. Once, with my friends, I accidentally pulled the haystacks in the rice field by the edge of the field. Fortunately, the food had been finished and only the haystacks were left there. However, the fire and thick black smoke also attracted the young and old people from the village to move, carrying buckets, basins and other tools to put out the fire. When the straw was burned, only a pile of black ash was left, causing the whole village to be alarmed. Sun Gang and others were beaten home, and they also came to the door to apologize and compensate the straw. At that time, basically every household had cows, and the straw was the food for the old ox at home for a winter.
Sun Gang whispered to Zhao Han about the embarrassing incident that happened when he was a child, which made Zhao Han laugh.
"Uncle Xiaogang, please take us to order," he heard Sun Gang telling the story of "Slope Fire" when he was a child, and the snot baby sucked his nose and opened his mouth.
"Get out, you naughty kids, I'm not one hundred and a hundred. I'm crazy with you little kids," Sun Gang said angrily. His girlfriend is right now, which makes him feel very depressed.
"Haha..." Zhao Han smiled heartlessly at her boyfriend.
Seeing Sun Gang being angry and embarrassed, several naughty children scattered and went to find their own fun. Zhao Han was still laughing secretly next to him.
Sun Gang smiled and said, "Do you dare to laugh at me?" As he said that, he pretended to squeak her. Zhao Han was most afraid of it and begged for mercy in fear, "I dare not, I dare not, I am good Sun Gang. I dare not laugh at you anymore!"
Sun Gang lowered his head and kissed her rosy cheeks like an apple, and then let her go.
"Let's go, go home, or my mother will call for dinner again later." It's almost noon, and both of them are lazy and don't want to move. If they don't go back, Sun's mother will be "out of anger".
"Yes." Zhao Han nodded, and the two stood up and patted the grass clippings on their bodies, holding hands and going home along the village.
"You are back, wash your hands and have dinner, it's just done." Sun's mother opened her mouth when she saw the two of them entering the door.
"It smells so good, mom, what kind of rice are you cooking?" Sun Gang smelled a scent, but he didn't see any dishes on the chopping board.
"I have steamed noodles for lunch today," Sun's mother looked at her son and soon announced the answer.
"Wow, steamed noodles are good," Sun Gang liked steamed noodles when he was a child. He hasn't eaten it once in several months after he came back.
The method of steaming noodles is very simple. It is to stir-fry the pork belly with oil, stir-fry the pan with garlic cloves and ginger slices, then start stir-frying shredded white radish, and finally cover the hand-rolled noodles on the fast-cooked dish, cover the pot, simmer over low heat, and finally put in shredded green pepper before leaving the pot, then stir-fry, mix the noodles and vegetables together, and then drizzle a little grinding oil. A fragrant steamed noodles are made. In fact, the best thing is to use cowpeas to make steamed noodles.
Sun Gang ate two big bowls, and Zhao Han also ate it with oil. He must use lard to steam noodles to taste delicious.
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