Mr. Sand Sculpture

After traveling for an hour and a half, Chen Yan and I came to the small village where Mingming lived.It was almost dark, and the sun had almost disappeared below the horizon, leaving only a few red rays of light.

With these few rays of light, we found Mingming's home according to the address on the letter.The two iron doors were not completely closed, and there were two bright red happy characters pasted on them.Through the crack of the door, you can see the small loofahs planted in the yard, and the green rattan coiled on the wooden shelf.

Chen Yan grabbed the iron ring on the door and knocked on the door.

Soon, a young man came over.He had a small cut and wore a clean half-sleeved shirt. He looked at us first and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Mingming and I have never met, and we don't know his home phone number.This time he was in a hurry again, and before contacting him, he ran to the door of his house with a fever on his forehead.

I wasn't sure if the boy in front of me was Mingming, so I took out the letter and handed it to him: "We are here as guests, we came in a hurry, and we didn't say hello in advance."

The boy opened the letter I handed to him, and gradually showed a smile: "Thank you, how is Uncle Xu recently?"

I didn't dare to look at his earnest eyes, and turned my head slightly to avoid meeting his gaze: "My father is in good health, but he doesn't have time to come here. He has always been thinking about you these few years, so he asked me to come over and take a good look on his behalf. Hello."

The boy's eyes lit up: "So it's my brother!"

I thought, if Old Xu could come with me, obviously he might be happier.

Mingming looked at Chen Yan again, and Chen Yan pointed at me, lowered his head and smiled: "We are friends."

Mingming hurriedly opened the door and invited us in: "There is still a vacant room at home, why don't you stay at home first?"

Chen Yan: "Don't bother. When we first entered the village, we saw a small hotel at the entrance of the village, so I booked a room."

What he said was half true and half false. The true part was that there was indeed a hotel at the entrance of the village, and the false part was that we had booked a room.At that time we were still on the bus, and the driver was rigid, and the passengers would only get off the bus when they arrived at the station.Unless Chen Yan opened the car door and used the foot brake, he would have the chance to go to the hotel.

His lies were full of loopholes, but fortunately Mingming was young and innocent, so he didn't have any doubts, and led us towards the house: "Brother, have you had dinner tonight?"

Chen Yan and I hurried on our way, so we ate a piece of butter bun to satisfy our hunger.As the saying goes, people are like iron, and food is like steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry.

When I, an iron man, started to panic when I heard the word "eat".

I asked, "What are you cooking at home tonight?"

Chen Yan coughed behind me, as if reminding me to enter someone's house for the first time, not to be so obvious.

Mingming smiled brightly: "I'll catch a chicken later and eat it tonight."

There are many hens scattered in the yard, each of which is fatter than the other.I don't know if they understood Mingming's words, they flapped their wings and hid under the fence of the vegetable garden.

Eat chicken tonight, good luck.

I saw a large iron pot standing in the yard, and asked, "Do you usually cook here?"

Mingming shook his head: "No, this pot will only be used tomorrow. My sister got married and had to invite the whole village to dinner. The neighbors in the neighborhood have come to make a fuss today before leaving."

I remembered seeing those two happy characters when I entered the door. This trip was the right one, and I could catch up with a big pot meal.I've only heard of it, but I've never tasted it, so I'm curious.

While speaking, Mingming's older sister came out of the room.She was wearing a long red dress, with makeup on her face, and her hair was arranged into a beautiful look.

The village is located in a remote location with limited conditions.If the bride wants to get married beautifully, she has to go to the county town one day in advance to rent the beautiful wedding clothes and dress herself up.In order not to damage the shape and makeup, I will not lie in bed at night, either stay up all night, or find a place to sleep next to me.

I also know the conditions of Mingming's family. His father died early, his mother worked outside all year round, and there was only one elder sister who could accompany him for a long time at home.

Now my sister is leaving too.

She looked at us, showed a polite smile, then turned her head and asked Mingming softly, "Your friend?"

Mingming took out the letter and smiled: "It's Brother Xu!"

Mingming's elder sister was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Why didn't you say hello in advance? There is nothing prepared at home...By the way, have you eaten yet?"

I honestly replied: "Not yet."

Mingming: "Well, I'll cook first. Sister, don't help me. The clothes have to be returned tomorrow, so don't rub them dirty."

Sister: "...OK."

I just ate and didn’t work, and I said it, and followed Mingming to the small kitchen in the yard: “Let me cook for you.”

Chen Yan volunteered: "I'll catch the chicken."

Mingming carefully looked at us a few times, as if he didn't quite believe in our ability, he hesitated for a long time, and reluctantly nodded: "Okay."

And when I got into the kitchen, silly.

Under the hearth made of bricks is an old-fashioned bellows.

I have only seen this thing in TV dramas, and how to use it involves a blind spot in my knowledge.

Taking advantage of the time when I was going to choose vegetables in my small vegetable garden, I quickly opened Baidu Encyclopedia to catch up on the knowledge about bellows.The method of use can be highly summarized in sixteen words: the fire is small and violently pulled, the fire is big and lightly pulled; remember to add firewood, as long as it is not extinguished.

It's simple, my brain has learned it.

Mingming scooped a few ladles of water into the cauldron, filled some firewood and corn stalks into the mouth of the stove, struck a match and lit them.

I sat down on the pony saddle, holding the bellows pole with one hand, and said to myself, "I will, don't worry."

After finishing speaking, I pulled up according to the sixteen-character secret taught by Teacher Baidu.

At first I was not very proficient, but later I gradually found the feeling. I felt like I was playing the violin in the golden Vienna hall. The exuberant fire seemed to be enthusiastic audience, which gave me a sense of accomplishment.

I pulled the bellows to boil the noodles, and I could see Chen Yan chasing chickens in the yard when I tilted my head.The position of the old hen is really coquettish, sprinkle some rice on the keyboard, it can help me hit lol to the master.Chen Yan scratched left and right, but he couldn't touch a chicken feather, but was pecked a few times.

The back view of him catching chickens is really funny, I couldn't help laughing and shouted at him: "Chen Yan, why don't you pull the bellows, it's easy!"

I thought Chen Yan would be aroused by me to fight to the death with that chicken.Unexpectedly, the dog man waved his hand, swaggered up to me, bent down and made a please gesture: "Come on."

Me: "You don't want to prove yourself? You are stupid..."

Chen Yan gave himself a thumbs up and said happily, "I'm an idiot!"

I:"......"

Fine.

What more can I say?

I can only congratulate him for learning to answer quickly.

I stood up and taught Chen Yan the method: "Pull the fire with a small force, pull the fire with a big light; remember to add firewood, as long as it doesn't go out."

It's not that I don't remember the faults of villains, but that I am in a hurry to eat.If Chen Yan puts out the fire, I can only drink the northwest wind... No, it is summer now, and I don't even have the northwest wind.

A capital "miserable" word.

Standing by the side and preparing to cook noodles, Mingming "Puchi" laughed out loud: "Brother, who taught you the formula?"

I answered truthfully: "Teacher Du."

Mingming: "Teacher Du? Does he know a lot?"

Me: "Astronomy and geography, cultural philosophy, Qihuangshu, numbers and metamorphosis, I know everything and everything, and I will answer any questions."

Chen Yan quietly asked: "Mr. Du, did you teach Mr. Xu to catch chickens?"

The author has something to say: Sleepwalking wrote a chapter last night, and I woke up to read it in the morning, and was shocked.

Who wrote this ugly article?

Therefore, I rewrite it and try to see if I can squeeze out another chapter later.

It may overturn, don't wait too late.