Three-pot porridge and naan

After King Xiaohe became self-reliant, the road from Dayi to Xiaohe could only take wild roads.

After reading the map several times, Wandong still decided to go to Xiaohe from Yongguo.

From Jingnan down the mountain to enter Yongguo, it can be said that the distance from Xiaohe is getting farther and farther...

Among the three, only Mei Xiaobai hadn't been to Xiaohe, and Yan Twelve couldn't understand why Wandong made such a detour.

They can reach Ronghuakou in Xiaohe by boat from Suyang.

Yan Twelve didn't want to understand, so he asked.

Wandong just said lightly: "I have never been to Yong Kingdom, this trip is a country."

"..."

Yan Twelve felt the tingling pain from the cold wind blowing on his face, and almost regretted going out with Wandong.

It's almost winter, isn't he comfortable holding the stove at home?

Mei Xiaobai's nose was red from the cold, but even so, he was only wearing the unlined clothes he wore when he went out.

Wandong already knew that he was going to take the mountain road to blow the cold wind, so he prepared his cloak and hat, and he was still sweating from the heat.

It was getting late, and I hadn't seen a single house during the day's journey. At a glance, there were only mountains and trees.

Continue walking for three miles, it was dark, and it began to rain.The cold rain hit his face, making him shiver with cold.

Yan Twelve: "Let's find a place to shelter from the rain."

Mei Xiaobai, whose teeth were chattering from the cold, nodded: "Yeah."

Wandong stood on the carriage and looked into the distance for a while: "It doesn't look like there is a shelter from the rain around here, let's take a walk and have a look."

After walking another two miles, Mei Xiaobai probably thought that he was going to freeze to death on the road tonight, when he finally saw a house in front of him.

"There's a house in front of me, I'll go and see it!" Mei Xiaobai said as he galloped on the belly of his horse.

Yan Twelve chased after him.

*

It turned out to be a dilapidated temple, and there should be no monks living in the dark inside.

Mei Xiaobai went into the temple and inspected it: "The temple is not big and dilapidated, but it can still shelter from the rain."

"The fact that there are abandoned temples here means that there will be villages ahead, let's go further..." Wandong didn't finish his sentence, Yan Twelve and Mei Xiaobai had already entered the ruined temple.

The rain outside was too heavy, Yan Twelve and Mei Xiaobai's clothes were more than half wet, cold and hungry, they didn't want to go anymore.

And Wandong just felt that the ruined temple looked terrible and didn't want to spend the night here.

Inside the ruined temple, Mei Xiaobai quickly lit a fire.

After changing out of wet clothes, I started preparing dinner.

Wandong took out a piece of jerky from the bag and sliced ​​it.

Yan Twelve filled the small pot with water, and the water boiled for a while without boiling.

After Wandong's meat was cut, he needed to use a pot. Yan Twelve poured water into a bowl to get out of the pot.

"Go get the oil." As soon as Wandong finished speaking, Xiao Bai ran out to get oil from the carriage.

The pot was heated up, poured a little oil, put ginger slices and minced garlic, and the aroma soon overflowed.

When Wandong poured the meat slices into the pot, Yan Twelve couldn't help swallowing.

……

The horse outside neighed suddenly, Yan Twelve got up and went out to have a look.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Yan Twelve moved the carriage to another place, and tied his horse Xiaobai's donkey to the eaves, barely able to avoid the rain.

"Dining." After Wandong finished speaking, he started to eat fried pork jerky with the baked naan.

Xiaobai finished five pieces of naan in one sitting.

The dried meat in the pot had bottomed out, Yan Twelve and Xiaobai seemed to be not full, so they begged Wandong to cook another pot.

Wandong handed them the bag containing the dried meat: "Call me when the meat is cut."

Wandong said washing the pot and continuing to boil hot water.

*

After dinner, the three of them lay down on the haystack with their clothes on.

Just wait until early morning and they will leave here.

In the middle of the night, Xiao Baibai woke up from the cold, got up and lit another firewood.

There is a lot of wood in this ruined temple.

At this time, Xiaobai's coat was completely dry, he rubbed his hands and put it on, and sat by the fire to warm up.

Xiaobai never thought that the high mountains in the south at the end of September could be so cold after rain.

In the early morning, it was almost dawn, and Xiao Bai woke up after sleeping on his lap. The fire had already been extinguished, and Wan Dong woke up too.

"Yan Twelve, get up." Wandong rubbed his temples, before he got up, he started calling Yan Twelve who was lying beside him.

Yan Twelve frowned, but didn't open his eyes immediately.He expected that Wandong wouldn't get up immediately, so he wanted to squint for a while.

Seeing that the two of them didn't move, Xiaobai continued to sleep on his lap.

It was probably when the sky was completely bright, and the voice of talking came from outside, and the three of them got up.

Xiaobai put on his clothes and went out, and he saw several villagers talking outside the ruined temple.

"There seems to be someone in the temple, go and call the village chief!"

"That……"

"What else is there to go!"

The three of them were talking when a young man came out of the ruined temple and looked at them with a smile on his face.

The three fled in panic as if they had seen a ghost.

It wasn't until the three of Wandong were tied up in front of the village chief by Wuhuada that Wandong finally understood what his father said many years ago.

The ruined temple cannot live.

*

The cause of the incident was that a person died in the wild forest in front of the ruined temple last night.

The deceased was discovered by three villagers who left the village in the morning, and it was at this time that they learned that someone lived in the ruined temple last night.

Or three foreigners.

No matter how Wandong and the others explain it, naturally no one believes that they didn't do it.

Not to mention the poor and remote areas here, the dialects are difficult for them to listen to, and it is very difficult to communicate.

Yan Twelve was furious: "I just said run away, but you two didn't agree. Now that you meet these unruly people, you can't beat them, scold them, and get angry with me."

Mei Xiaobai looked at the village chief: "Village chief, if we kill him, why don't we run away and wait for you to catch him?"

The village chief ignored him and asked the villagers to carry the body up first.

The village chief is also a doctor in the village, and he can read a few words. The key is that he is the only one in the village who can understand Mandarin.

The dead body was stripped of its skin, even though it was washed by the heavy rain last night, it is still bloody now...

Who was the dead man? The village chief called all the people who were still in the village to come over, but they didn't recognize him.

"It can only be said that he died last night. I don't know when exactly." The village chief looked at Wandong and the others after speaking, "You were the only three people who lived in the temple last night. It's hard not to let me suspect that you murdered people."

Yan Twelve Qi said: "To kill a villager by skinning him, what are we trying to do? For his money or for someone else? Besides, I'm tired of such a troublesome method!"

Yan Twelve said one paragraph, and the villagers could say ten paragraphs, so they took turns to do it one by one.

Most of the villagers just wanted to get someone to invite the people from the county yamen to come over and drag these three people to Caishikou in the county to behead them for public display.

It will take three days to go to the county, so these three people will have to be locked up in their village for three days.

The village head naturally agreed with the villagers and asked his nephew to go down the mountain to invite people from the yamen to go up the mountain.

Wandong sighed: "Master Village Chief, can you give me three days to investigate this case and give you and the villagers here an explanation."

Yan Twelve glanced at Wandong, only thinking that Wandong was joking, now that they are "murderers", the villagers here are eager for the three of them to confess to being here, how could they give him time to find out.

*

The three of them could not be kept in the village, not only the old and the weak, women and children were afraid of them, but also the men in the village were afraid of them, so they were imprisoned in the ruined temple.

The village head called several hunters in the village to watch them in turn.

There are three hunters guarding the temple at night alone, and some men from the village will come over in the middle of the night to check on the situation before going back to report to the villagers.

Yan Twelve hummed so many times, if he really wanted to leave, the whole village combined would not be able to stop the three of them.

"A dozen or so today?"

"September 21." Yan Twelve gave Wandong a blank look. Of course, his bangs were too long, and Wandong didn't notice.

"Cousin, what did you say that someone killed someone and skinned it?" Mei Xiaobai muttered, "And we didn't even hear the sound of someone killing someone outside the temple last night."

Although the place where the body was found was several hundred steps away from the ruined temple, and it was still raining heavily last night, Wandong and Yan Twelve are both martial arts practitioners, so they shouldn't have heard a single sound.

Yan Twelve snorted coldly: "I've thought about what you're thinking at the beginning! Now how do I prove to the villagers that the murderer is not us..."

"Yan Twelve, can you peel skin?"

Wandong suddenly said such a sentence, Yan Twelve's voice fell silent, and he looked sideways, almost being laughed at by Wandong.

"Mei Wandong! Believe it or not, I'm taking your skin off now!"

"..."

Wandong spread his hands: "It's over. You don't know how to peel, I don't know how to peel, and neither does Xiaobai. The three of us must be murderers."

"If you say it, you don't say it. How do you convince the village chief and the villagers?"

Wandong: "I don't understand. After killing someone, if you don't want others to know who this person is, you can throw the body into the ravine, or burn it or take its head. Throw it on the wild road where the villagers will definitely show up the next morning?"

"He did so much, just to put blame on us?" Wandong put down his legs after speaking, and sat in a different posture.

Mei Xiaobai said again at this moment: "Cousin, the ruined temple is not close to their village, and it took a stick of incense to walk there in the daytime. If the murderer wants to blame us, he must know that the ruined temple was destroyed yesterday. Someone must be living here, if the murderer watched us go up the mountain, it would make sense."

What Mei Xiaobai said at the moment made sense, Wandong and Yan Twelve were both taken aback.

Just at this time, the people who changed shifts outside the temple came and came in with food.

After the man put the food in front of them, he went to deliver food to the three hunters.

Wandong likes to eat white flour steamed buns made by the village chief's house. They are big and round, and taste very delicious.

The pickles from the village chief's house are also good...

On the other hand, Xiaobai felt a little unbalanced when he saw Orion eating the braised duck legs. He hadn't eaten meat all day!

"It's good to eat, what to look at." One of the hunters looked over, and threw the finished duck leg bone in front of Xiaobai.

Several others laughed.

On the contrary, Xiaobai was "not surprised by favor or humiliation" and was still staring at the duck bones on the ground in a daze.

Yan Twelve turned his face away in disgust, not to mention that he knew Mei Xiaobai, he had never seen anyone who could be so virtuous.