woman and sea

The next day, Yang Fan woke up almost at noon.

To be precise, she was awakened by the smell of rice.

In the charcoal pit, the small hanging pot from yesterday was still hanging on the tripod.It had been taken and brushed off by seaweed at some point.

At this moment, the small hanging pot is being tightly covered with a cowhide-bound lid with four small holes in the middle.

Right above the small hole is a finger-wide handle riveted with thin iron bars.

On the rim of the pot, which is more than a palm deep, there is a row of small golden pancakes, which seem to be made of cornmeal.

Yang Fan knew this kind of pancakes, and she had eaten them before.Fifty cents each, is a specialty of Aunt Yunxi's hometown, called "corn noodle pancakes".A little bit more village is called "Pian Pian".

Since the lid of the pot was tightly closed, Yang Fan couldn't guess the contents of the pot.

Out of curiosity about the contents, she stretched her nostrils and moved closer to take a sniff.

The smell of meat is overflowing in the pot.

There is no doubt that what is stewing on the fire is a big piece of meat.

As for what kind of meat was stewed, Yang Fan smelled it for a while, but still couldn't smell it.

It is expected that it is probably some seafood that I have never eaten.

——"Hmm... Maybe it's still a Nautilus..."

Now steam is bubbling rapidly from the small hole in the lid of the pot, and there is a gurgling sound in the pot that is characteristic of a rich soup—a thick and thick texture.

Yang Fan held his breath and listened for a while, and then he understood.The heat on the pot is already [-]% and half, and now it is the finishing stage of the soup.

She tilted her head and looked at the firewood burning in the charcoal pit again.

The firewood had already been burned into charcoal, and there was no more crackling sound, just burning there quietly, emitting heat quietly.

Yang Fan made a guess, and expected that within half an hour, the charcoal fire in the charcoal pit would be extinguished.And her estimate for the heat of the contents of the pot is about half an hour.

"Gollum—"

The delicious smell of the food in the pot actually lured the glutton in Yang Fan's stomach again.

Only then did Yang Fan realize that he was already a little flustered with hunger.Her temple of the five internal organs has long been unstoppable, and there are social dramas with gongs and drums.

In view of the absence of the owner of the house, Yang Fan did not dare to lift the lid of the pot, and acted rashly to the big piece of meat stewed in the pot.

However, the physical body is no match for the boiling pancakes of the Wu Zang Temple. After thinking about it, she still got a face and closed her big thick hands and paws with a "squeak" and touched a piece of pancake from the edge of the pot. He accidentally burned his hand.

Since the edge of the pot was greased with seaweed in advance, the pancakes were not stuck to it, so Yang Fan scooped them into his hand without any effort.

Yang Fan caught it in his hand by the lining of his sleeve, then took a pottery water bottle from the side, poured half a bowl of water into a small pottery bowl, rinsed his mouth several times, and then took the small pancake in two mouthfuls. Poured into the stomach.

Just as she was about to go out, Yang Fan suddenly found a palm-sized red apple lying beside her pillow. She guessed it was left by seaweed, so she grabbed it gratefully and gnawed on it. stand up.

While gnawing, she calmly walked towards the curtain, preparing to go to the beach to wash her face.

"Really... why didn't the little girl leave a note telling me where to wash my face and brush my teeth..." Yang Fan muttered in a vague voice while nibbling on an apple, "Well, forget it, anyway, she left I can't read the note..."

Before going out, Yang Fan touched his chest.

The compass was still hanging firmly around her neck.

With a swing of his arm, Yang Fan lifted the curtain lightly.

Suddenly, her body's stress response caused her to sit on the ground reflexively.

"What the hell?! It's so fucking foul!—"

Yang Fan was sitting on the soft and warm sand, a corner of the curtain was piled up on her head.

The sun outside was too dazzling, and the blue sky was too clear.

She sat with her eyes tightly closed for a while before opening them cautiously.Then, he stretched out his hand and wiped back the curtain on his head so that it hung straight behind him.

In all fairness, she has never felt such strong sunlight since she was a child, and of course, she has never seen such a clear blue sky.

Moreover, the smog has been rampant in recent years, making her almost forget the original color of the sky.

——Presumably, only on the top of the purest and cleanest Mount Everest, can you see the blue sky, white clouds and the sun comparable to this place...

After sitting there for a while, she stood up mechanically with a frozen expression.

It took a long time before she got used to the weather here.

Then, step out cautiously.

The breeze was blowing, and there was a little fishy smell in the air.

The fresh air filled Yang Fan's chest, making her feel refreshed, and she gradually felt a sense of happiness and peace of mind.

Slowly, a greedy desire rose again in her heart.

She was a little angry, a little annoyed, and a little unwilling——

She thought, why can't her lung capacity be bigger?

If one's lung capacity can be increased, then one can breathe the air here more freely.

Just because the air here is fresher and cleaner than Daxinganling, known as the "Forest Oxygen Bar".

Yang Fan is not usually a greedy person.However, being here, she accidentally became "greedy".

——In the face of such a beautiful scenery, who would not be "greedy"?

Gathering his mind, Yang Fan looked up.

In the distance, at the end of the beach, where it borders the ocean, what catches the eye is a scene of a bustling market—it was still a quiet beach last night, but now there are at least twenty or thirty bars of different sizes. of various ships.

Listening carefully, she also heard a slightly noisy voice.

At this moment, at the junction of the beach and the sea, those boatmen are standing at the bow of the boat, shouting and shouting to attract guests.

On the beach, uncles, uncles, mothers-in-law, and mothers are either carrying baskets, dragging a sleigh, or driving animals, walking back and forth among the boats, stopping and picking. , Bargaining, so lively.

——This kind of lively and bustling scene is just like the market in Yang Fan's town on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year.

Yang Fan flicked the apple core away, then wiped his hands, and muttered softly: "Yoxi, go and have a look.——"

After making up her mind, she raised her feet and walked in the direction of the crowd.

As a newcomer, she would never miss any chance to watch the excitement.What's more, where there are people, you can always find out a lot of useful news, especially where mothers-in-law and mothers gather.

Thinking leisurely in her heart, she approached the beach without realizing it.

In the ears, there is the sound of waves crashing against the ship's side, just like many monks knocking on wooden fish together at a Buddhist ceremony.

This kind of feeling of urging people's tranquility, the hatchback has the same effect.

From a distance, Yang Fan saw a few mothers-in-laws gathered around and bowed their heads to pick out goods.From time to time, they also picked it up with a smile and compared it to their bodies.

Looking closer, it turned out that the boatman was a merchant selling cloth.

Yang Fan subconsciously felt that he seemed to be able to find out the whereabouts of the seaweed from the mouths of these mothers-in-law.

However, before Yang Fan could speak, the boatman showed his white teeth as if seeing an old acquaintance, and greeted her with a smile: "This little brother, you are the one that Mr. Haicao picked up yesterday. Bar?"

The first sentence that the boatman uncle said to himself was not "Take a look, take a look, don't miss it if you pass by" - such a signature sentence.

Therefore, Yang Fan didn't realize the mistake of addressing for a while, but nodded dully, which was regarded as an answer.

——Actually, Yang Fan didn't hear the uncle of the boatman's question clearly.

So, after nodding her head, she quickly turned her head and carefully recalled what he said to herself just now.

Just when Yang Fan was carefully recalling what the boatman uncle said to him just now, the boatman uncle nodded, with a look of "unexpected" on his face, and added with a smile: " Let me just say, this little brother looks so unfamiliar. ——Mr. Haicao is also kind-hearted, this big guy who doesn’t know him dares to take it home so rashly. ——I said this little brother , you are not allowed to bully Mr. Xiao, or I will be the first to spare you."

While talking to Yang Fan here, the uncle of the boatman did not forget to bargain with the mothers-in-law and mothers on the other side, "Oh, my sister-in-law Ah Xing! You must hold your hands high! ——This three stacks of cloth, the minimum is 430 six, It really can't be any cheaper....You hold your hands high, hold your hands high!..."

The aunt called "Sister-in-law Ah Xing" nodded with a smile when she heard the words, reached out and picked up a small purse from the side and shook it, pretending to smile maliciously: "Four hundred and four, add this incense bag."

The uncle of the boatman smiled and nodded, but he did not forget to pretend to be sarcastic: "Sister-in-law Ah Xing, you have taken advantage of all the advantages. Next time, should you come and dismantle my brother's boat gang?" While talking there, he was not idle at all, and after only a short while, he quickly tied the three stacks of fabrics with hemp rope and handed them to Mrs. A Xing.

"Tch, I'm crying and poor!—Then you don't come to collect rice wine from our family in the future. I won't sell your sister-in-law, and leave it for the people in the village to drink."

"Ouch! Don't, don't, don't! - talk, talk!"

The boatman uncle waved his hands again and again, and kept laughing at her obediently.

Sister-in-law Ah Xing raised her eyebrows, snorted like a demonstration, then took the fabric, raised her hand and threw it into the back basket behind her, then lightly patted Yang Fan's shoulder, and cast a sidelong glance at the boatman uncle , as if complaining, said: "Brother Haisong, you said you are not very old, why are you old and dizzy?——Look carefully, this child is clearly a girl's family. Didn't you see that there is no hair on her neck? Do you have a long core?"

Then, Mrs. Ah Xing turned to Yang Fan and smiled, and said softly, "My good boy, you can call me Aunt Haixing. I am the winery of our village brewery, and the store is on the bay."

"Oh! I see! You are seaweed...that, Mr. Little's adoptive mother, right?"

Yang Fan still felt a little awkward when he said the word "Little Mister".But after all, you have to do as the Romans do. Since everyone calls it that, Yang Fan really can't lose his manners in front of others.

Aunt Haixing nodded, and said softly, "That's right. So that child has already told you. ——By the way, she's connecting with the cargo ship now."

As she spoke, Aunt Haixing raised her hand and pointed to the distance.

Yang Fan followed her pointing, and at a glance saw a brig with its sails furled at anchor at sea.

Taking a closer look, I saw a palm-sized barge approaching the big ship on the calm sea.

I thought it was the broken sampan from the seaweed.

"When the child is done with work, tell her to go to my house. I have something to give her. ——My dear boy, if it is convenient, you can come with me. It just so happens that we have a light meal together , let’s get to know each other better.” Aunt Haixing smiled kindly at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan puffed his cheeks and scratched his head, then said calmly: "Huh?...Mr. Seaweed has already stewed the food in the pot, and it is almost ready now..."

Emotional intelligence is flawed.

Aunt Hai Xing smiled, clapped her hands and said, "Oh? It's been stewed so early? ——That's okay, even if you don't come to the house for dinner, you should come here together. Just right, I want to get to know you too."

"Oh, good..." Yang Fan said in a muffled voice.

"Then I'll go first, you guys are chatting." After saying that, Aunt Hai Xing waved to everyone and turned to leave.

Yang Fan nodded, and subconsciously wanted to bid farewell to Aunt Haixing with his arms folded.

Suddenly, she shivered all over, as if she had thought of something, she stopped the car abruptly, pressed her raised palms on her collar stiffly, and pretended to tidy up in embarrassment. clothing.

--"so close……"

Then, resisting the numbness of his scalp, he lowered his hands, put his right palm on his chest again, and saluted Aunt Hai Xing respectfully: "Tell...farewell."

Aunt Haixing smiled, nodded, and turned to leave.

While talking, the remaining mothers-in-law and mothers in the other side also picked out their favorite cloths, paid and left one after another.When Yang Fan turned around and was about to talk to the boatman, Uncle Haisong, there were no customers around him.

"Uncle Hai Song, are you related to Aunt Hai Xing?" Yang Fan asked hesitantly.

Uncle Haisong sat cross-legged on the deck of the boat, leaning leisurely on the side of the boat, waved his hands and said, "No. I'm from a foreigner. Isn't this a market today? I'm just here to rummage some things and make some money for two families."

Yang Fan lifted his arm to support his chin, and nodded thoughtfully: "Is that so... Hey, then how do you know Mr. Haicao?"

"When Mr. Haicao was ten years old, he was adopted as a righteous daughter by the feudal lord doctor of the feudal clan. In fact, he was considered a half-noble. Everyone in the feudal clan from far and near knew about this matter.——Otherwise, Xiao How could Mister go sailing in the sea so openly? If it were any other woman, it would be considered "disobeying women's morals" to be taken lightly, otherwise she would have been locked up and sunk in the sea long ago."

"Oh……"

"Oh...Mr. Xiao is talented, and I can't find another one in this far and near village. It's a pity...it's a pity that she is a daughter. If she is a man, then wait for another three or two Younger, when she is 15 years old, she can be recommended by a doctor to be a nobleman. — Tsk tsk, it's a pity that she has excellent medical skills..."

"Hmm, that's not right." Yang Fan waved his hand and said with a grin, "She likes this kind of life very much. This is what she told me yesterday."

"Oh? What do you say?"

"She said that hanging the pot to help the world, curing diseases and saving lives is her ideal in this life."

"Well...so that's how it is...people who practice medicine seldom value authority and the country. ——I think back then, the medical masters in this feudal clan refused repeatedly before accepting the status of this nobleman."

"Well, after all, doctors are benevolent." Yang Fan nodded and said, "Oh, by the way, Uncle Haisong, the lord of your vassal village should be Lord Wei, right?"

Uncle Hai Song's pupils shrank, and he said in a daze, "Oh? How do you know?"

Yang Fan giggled and wiped his hands: "I guess right?"

Uncle Haisong smiled and nodded: "I am also a subject under the rule of the captain of Yunshan. My family lives in the 'Baishu Fan' just outside Shiqiqi. "

"Because you give people the impression that you are hearty and straightforward, and you have a bit of a chivalrous demeanor. ——The so-called effective teaching, what kind of lord there is, there are what kind of subordinates."

"Well...so that's the case...I never thought about it...Thinking about it this way, it is true that the sisters and brothers under the doctor's rule are the most indifferent to fame and fortune, and also the most compassionate....Hmm, interesting.——" Uncle Haisong clapped his hands Smile, take it for granted.

At this time, Yang Fan caught a glimpse of the broken sampan on which Haicao was returning, so he pointed to her direction and said to Uncle Haisong: "Uncle Haisong, Mr. Xiao is back, I have to go find her, you are busy. "

"Well, let's go, don't delay." Uncle Haisong smiled kindly and waved his hand.

Yang Fan nodded, put his right palm on his chest, bowed and left.

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