The bright moon is like a shower, scattering pieces of silver light in this world. On the quiet path, the beautiful woman has no time to cuddle up and walk towards home.

Occasionally, the autumn wind blows by, and the low chirping of birds comes from the forest. The lake near Funiuling is swaying with the wind and sparkling.

Just like broken silverware.

"Lian'er, do you like to listen to Qu'er?" Huang Tinghui suddenly asked.

"I like it!" the little girl replied immediately, "the neighbor sister can sing ditty, Lian'er likes to listen to her ditty!"

Huang Tinghui smiled and said, "This song is different from what you have heard before."

The words fell, and under the silver moonlight, the melodious voice echoed in the wilderness.

“Whose house did you steal the light by cutting through the wall when you were a child?”

"If you don't comb your hair for a long time, you will suffer for ten years!"

"Now I am reading leisurely under the lamp, and my red sleeves are more fragrant!"

"Half a lifetime of fame is just a lie."

"March is full of smoke and warblers are flying, and grass is growing."

"In the flying catkins, I saw my hometown."

"I wonder if you in my heart are still in Luyang."

"A strand of blue silk will be treasured for a lifetime."

"Lovers on the bridge, in pairs and out of pairs."

"Red medicine beside the bridge, sighing that the night is too long."

"The moon is shaking and people are hesitant."

"There is a song of mourning coming from Wupeng!"

"Luzhou moonlight shines on my heart."

"Under the moon, you are no longer the same as before."

"There are too many injuries, and it's hard to tell the truth."

"Sigh, it was just ordinary at that time."

"Luzhou moonlight, pear blossoms and cool rain."

"Who are you next to now?"

"The moonlight in my hometown is deeply engraved in my heart."

"But I can't shed the tears I shed back then."

Melodious tunes flowed in this empty space, and the moonlight looked even brighter at this moment.

The little girl lay gently on Huang Tinghui's shoulder, smelling the good smell on Huang Tinghui's clothes.

Although I have never heard such a tune, it sounds really good.

"Brother Tinghui, what kind of song is this?"

"I've never heard of Lian'er, but it sounds really good!" The little girl lying on Huang Tinghui's shoulder asked curiously.

"'Luzhou Moon' is one of my favorite songs!" Huang Tinghui said to the little girl with a smile.

Under the shadow of the moon, the jade-like stone looked like jade, and Huang Tinghui walked toward home with brisk steps.

…

Pushing open the door of the dilapidated thatched house, Huang Tinghui lit the oil lamp, and the oil lamp burning rosin made a crackling sound.

The little girl lowered her head and looked inside.

"So much game!" the little girl exclaimed.

Those flawless eyes were full of joy.

The little girl sorted the pheasants, hares, and the few pheasant eggs into categories and carefully put them aside.

Looking at her serious expression, she looks a bit like a housekeeper.

Huang Tinghui also burst into laughter for a moment.

"These little rabbits look very cute, do you want to raise them?" Huang Tinghui said to the little girl.

"don't want!"

"No!" The little girl shook her head like a rattle. Huang Tinghui did not expect that she would reject his suggestion so simply.

"Little rabbits are different from pheasants, which are difficult to raise. Pheasants can be domesticated into domestic chickens, but rabbits are difficult to domesticate!"

"Lian'er hasn't seen anyone tame little rabbits!"

"These little rabbits can be sold at the market and fetch a good price!"

The little girl said seriously to Zhang Zongqing.

Seeing the little girl's serious expression, Huang Tinghui burst into laughter. He never expected that the little girl would give such an answer.

Rather virtuous!

Huang Tinghui thought.

After tidying up the house, Huang Tinghui used a fire stick to light the hay on the stove.

After igniting the hay, Huang Tinghui carefully added some dry firewood, and the orange-red flames started to heat up the stove.

The little girl also carefully added water, and then put the washed rice into the pot.

After the rice in the pot started rolling, the little girl scooped up the half-cooked rice.

Then put a kitchen utensil full of small holes on the bottom of the pot, add a little water, and pour the drained rice upside down.

The bellows whirred as Huang Tinghui pulled it, and the fragrance of rice soon came from the iron pot.

In Huang Tinghui's memory, later generations mostly used rice cookers for cooking. The rice cooked in the rice cooker was far less fragrant and appetizing than the rice cooked by firewood on the stove.

Just before the rice was about to cook, there was a knock on the door, "Brother Hui, Brother Hui..."

"Uncle Erzhu, so fast?"

Huang Ting secretly said.

He opened the shaky door and saw Uncle Erzhu standing outside the door of the thatched house carrying most of a fan of pork.

The wild boar probably only weighed about three hundred kilograms, and the half fan of pork carried by Uncle Erzhu probably weighed one hundred and fifty kilograms.

I don’t know if Uncle Erzhu had a big quarrel with his aunt after carrying so much pork.

Looking at Uncle Erzhu's lean body, Huang Tinghui felt indescribable gratitude in his heart.

"Hey, I discussed it with Da Dao. You discovered the wild boar and you hunted it too!"

"The two of us can share half a fan of pork. We are already benefiting from you. Having pork to eat is already very good for farm men like us!"

“It doesn’t take much!”

"This half fan of pork is all for you two. If you can't finish it, pickle it with salt and keep it for a while!"

"Here are some pieces of lean meat. I'll send it to the old scholar in the next village tomorrow!"

"If you don't have salt at home, tell your uncle that it's not easy to get salt. Your aunt is here, so I can't bring it to you in front of her!" The honest Uncle Erzhu touched his head and laughed.

Two sounds.

Looking at Uncle Erzhu, Huang Tinghui was indescribably moved!

"Uncle Erzhu, thank you!"

"Tinghui will definitely not let you down!" Huang Tinghui said from the bottom of his heart.

"Live your little life well and give birth to a fat boy in the future. Uncle Erzhu and your dead parents will be very happy!"

"Hey, I won't talk to you anymore. Your aunt is still having a temper right now, and she doesn't dare to stay here any longer!"

Uncle Erzhu said hello to Huang Tinghui, turned around and disappeared into the night.

The autumn wind slightly rolled up the thatch on the dilapidated thatched house, and it seemed that sand and dust had blown into Huang Tinghui's eyes.

"Brother Tinghui!" The little girl gently tugged on Huang Tinghui's sleeve.

"It's time to eat. Brother Tinghui will cook meat and vegetables for you!" Huang Tinghui calmed down his emotions.

I saw him cutting off a piece of fat from the half fan of pork, and then cutting off a piece of lean meat.

Then the little girl washed the mushrooms and cut them into pieces. After taking out the rice, she put it in a small pot and the little girl worked hard to pull the bellows.

The flames in the stove sprang up, making the stove hot.

The fat in the pot also made a "crackling" sound. The fat was fried until golden brown. Huang Tinghui took out a few pieces of oil residue and said, "Lian'er, try it!"

Wu Feilian looked at the oily residue and swallowed twice, "Brother Tinghui, eat it!"

"You're not good!" Huang Tinghui said in a feint of anger.
To be continued...