Acai's Sky

Chapter 797: Continuing Life in Fifty Years 80

After searching for a while, the three siblings finally found a noodle restaurant with an empty table.

They hurried in, each ordered a few bowls of steaming noodles and fragrant roujiamo, and couldn't wait to devour them.

Li Jinghong was seen eating voraciously and slurping his food, completely absorbed in it. He buried his head low and was reluctant to open his eyes.

He chewed his food while mumbling, "We're all high school students now, and my sister is the youngest. Hehehe, when we get back to the village, I'm going to go brag to Heizi and the others!"

Li Jingqi finally swallowed the noodles in his mouth and continued, "Come on, Heizi and the others are either busy doing odd jobs on the farm to earn money during the day, or going to Lantian to pick up stones. How can they have the time to listen to your nonsense?"

Upon hearing this, Li Jinghong slapped his forehead as if suddenly enlightened, and said in frustration, "Oh, look at my memory! I actually forgot! They travel over a hundred miles back and forth every day, which is really hard work. But then again, with all that hard work every day, how can they really pick up any good stones?"

Li Jingqi shook his head, indicating that he wasn't quite sure. "Who knows? Anyway, I heard they only come back every three days. I guess they'll find something!"

At this time, Acai, who had been eating noodles quietly, heard her brothers mention Lantian, and memories of Lantian emerged in her mind.

She thought to herself that Lantian was a place famous for its rich mineral resources, the most well-known of which was the uranium mine discovered in the 1970s.

Thinking of this, A Cai subconsciously stretched out her right index finger and gently scratched her chin. She made up her mind that she must go to Lantian in person tonight to take a look.

And carefully mark the locations of those precious mineral veins, after all, these are extremely important resources!

Li Jinghong stared at the cold noodles in his little sister's hand and muttered, "Hey, why don't you eat spicy food? This makes it so less exciting!"

As he spoke, he shook his head unconsciously, as if he felt very sorry for his younger sister's choice.

Upon hearing this, Ah Cai immediately rolled her eyes and responded unhappily, "Spicy food makes my stomach hurt."

She held the chopsticks tightly in her hand, as if she was afraid that someone would snatch her cold noodles away.

The guys squatting at the square tables in the corners listened to Acai and Jinghong's gossip and laughed so hard that they fell over.

An old man wearing a locomotive hat knocked his pipe against the sole of his shoe and squinted at the three kids: "Oh my God! How come these three little idiots have such big appetites! Look at this pile of bowls, it's taller than the corner of the city wall!"

The old man in a blue cloth jacket next to him quickly said, "Really? Whose starving ghost is this? Is he trying to imitate the adults in eating noodles? If he keeps eating like this, the food storage in the house will be empty!"

As he spoke, he pointed at Li Jinghong with his pipe, "Especially this kid, he's such a good-for-nothing!"

After he shouted, the villagers who were having lunch in the noodle shop all stretched their necks to look over.

That’s right. The coarse porcelain bowls in front of the three little kids were stacked two feet high, and the red soup with oil and chili peppers was still shining at the bottom of the bowls.

"Oh my god, look at how delicious these little bastards are eating!"

The fat old man by the door rubbed his round belly and smacked his lips, "It really brought out my glutton! I just said I'd have three bowls today, and now I want to have another bowl!"

He slapped his belly and said, "What a loser! It's bulging like a watermelon!"

Ah Cai opened her eyes wide, pricked up her ears attentively, and listened carefully to the dialect they spoke.

The unique tone and pronunciation sound very interesting, as if it is a ballad full of exotic charm.

Although she could understand these dialects at the moment, it was extremely difficult for her to speak them. It felt like her tongue was under a spell and she couldn't straighten it out.

She couldn't help but think to herself, "Perhaps this was the dialect used by people during the Tang Dynasty! No wonder the language those little book students learn nowadays is so easy to speak if they master this dialect."

Thinking of this, Acai couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the wisdom of his ancestors.

However, a thought flashed through her mind immediately afterwards: "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, our ancestors' idea of ​​'the law should not be passed on to outsiders' has really done great harm to the little notebook!" This thought made Ah Cai cover her mouth and almost chuckle.

At the same time, her thoughts drifted to the ancient Chinese way of kneeling.

It is said that ancient people would use a small and unique stool when kneeling. It was cleverly sandwiched between the two calves and hidden under the buttocks. This magical little stool has a special name - "heel support".

Its main function is to support the weight of the body, thereby effectively reducing the pressure on the knees and legs, and preventing the legs from feeling tired or uncomfortable due to excessive bending for a long time.

Thinking of this, Ah Cai laughed even harder. "Haha, no wonder most of the people at Xiaobenzi have bow legs! It turns out it's because they haven't learned the essence of our 'heel support' technique. They just learned to sit on their knees."

Then, she began to wonder, "Speaking of which wise old man with a great sense of humor came up with such a clever trick to trick the little book maker? They actually let them use the 'heel' to pack sushi. This is really interesting!"

The old Shaanxi people who were squatting on the bench, rubbing their trouser legs and slurping their oily noodles suddenly heard the door curtain rustle.

"Oh my God! Look, look!"

A fat fellow from the village came in clutching the Xinhua Daily with his buttocks, his collar hanging down to his back, and shouted, "Brother, brother!"

He pounced on the greasy square table in the corner, shaking the newspaper loudly. "That Japanese ghost shrine has been destroyed! Guess what? It was struck by fire from the sky! The Thunder God is showing his might!"

Old man Zhang, who was just picking at his teeth after eating noodles, suddenly felt his hand tremble, and the teacup slammed down onto the enamel plate. "Oh my god! Is it true? Is it really the Dragon King breathing fire?"

The noodle shop was immediately bustling with people coming over with large bowls, garlic cloves, or pancakes.

The waiter held up a vinegar pot and kept shouting, "Make way, make way! Let me take a look too!"

"It's beautiful! It's beautiful!"

"You deserve it! You're being a bitch! Keep on being so slutty!"

Ah Cai, who was sitting next to them, was originally immersed in her own thoughts, but after hearing the noise, her attention was immediately drawn back.

Those bright eyes involuntarily looked at the newspaper in the diner's hand.

Li Jingqi, who was sitting at the same table with Acai, saw this and without saying a word, he stood up, patted his chest and said, "You guys wait here for a moment!" Before he finished speaking, he rushed out of the noodle shop like a gust of wind.

Li Jinghong couldn't help but burst into laughter as he watched his elder brother walk away. He cursed as he laughed, "Hmph, those little devils did so much evil, and now they deserve this retribution!"

The others nodded in agreement, excitedly speculating about what story was hidden behind the explosion.

The whole noodle shop was suddenly bustling with activity, as if a pot of boiling water had exploded.