Lin Luoran asked Lin Luodong and Huang Weijian to set up camp in a hidden place. Lin Luodong was so excited that he couldn't describe it, and said "Deling" sternly, making him look like a spy in the military camp.
Huang Weijian expressed deep contempt for him, but in fact, there was an unconcealable excitement in his bones.
I don't know the purpose of Asada Sakurako and the others. They probably have to stay on this hidden hillside for a few days. Lin Luodong's SLR camera was broken. Lin Luoran, as a foundation-builder, is not good at these electronic products. He can't take pictures anymore, that is, he put all his energy into monitoring.
But remote monitoring is the worst policy after all, how to find a breakthrough
Lin Luoran once again lamented that his cultivation was not enough. As long as he reached the alchemy stage, there would be secret techniques such as "Inspiritualism" that could directly invade people's spiritual consciousness and torture them. Infiltrating into the village is not like it is now. In order not to startle the snake, he can only wait on the periphery.
The breathing technique will be finished as soon as it is started, and Xiaoqianjie is basically a sound-proof and shadow-proof thing, which is used to guard against worldly people.
Let's work hard to practice, and form a pill as soon as possible!
Because they were still in the latent period, Lin Luodong strongly demanded not to use firewood for cooking. The smoke from the cooking would reveal the whereabouts of the three of them. Lin Luoran had to perform the "stunt" of fireball frying eggs. Huang Weijian felt that the eggs were so extravagant. Wasted spiritual power, the little green fox gave Lin Luoran a lot of face, and slapped her paws red.
Lin Luoran feels that the cunning little fox's IQ has plummeted recently, maybe it is really good food and drink in the Lin family, and it does not need to seek survival like the underground world, so that it has no sense of crisis
The bad master was thinking about how to exercise it, Lin Luodong had already spread jam on the bread, sandwiched eggs and ham, and started to eat it with the boxed milk.
He likes orange jam the most, Huang Weijian likes tomatoes, and Xiao Qinghu has a special preference for strawberry jam.
Lin Luoran is not picky eaters, all kinds of fruits and vegetables are overflowing in the space, if they are not used to make jam, it is a waste to keep them. The taste of food is like life, bitter, hot, sour and sweet, it is always wrong to lack some, so she is willing to taste all the tastes and experience more together.
Well, try the celery sauce today.
The slight numbness of the raw celery, combined with the salty and fresh ham, and the soft bread, have a variety of taste levels. The three of them and one fox are all very satisfied with this meal.
This is a hearty breakfast. The little green fox rolled around on the thick meadow with her round belly.
At the same time, Translator Sun was leading Sakurako Asada and his team to fight against the leftover porridge and rotten sweet potatoes.
The smoke was gradually extinguished, and after breakfast, the laborers in the small mountain village started to act.
The leather children who had been wandering around the village all morning were also assigned work. One of them, an eleven or twelve-year-old, not only carried a backpack, but also led a sheep to the direction where the three of them hid.
Lin Luoran and the three watched the child's figure gradually become clear, and they all held their breath. Their chance seems to have come? But if you want to get close to him now, you won't be like blaming your aunt for kidnapping Mrs. Xiaozheng. This is a problem.
The little boy played for a whole morning, he looked like a mud monkey, with bright eyes, he should be smart... There are good and bad, smart kids are easy to help, but not easy to coax.
He tied the goat under a tree, and regardless of the bleating sheep, he turned to mow the grass in a place with lush grass on his back. The bamboo basket was more than half his body height. Lin Luoran and the other three were on the slope not far above his head, watching him quietly. Perhaps because he was too focused, he didn't notice the three of them.
After cutting half of the basket, he was probably tired. The little boy looked around and found a jujube tree in the woods. He threw the sickle on it, knocked out a lot of jujubes that were half green but not yellow, and dropped one in his mouth. His face changed from being so sour, but there was still joy in his eyes.
During the rest time, the boy sat on the grass and ate one snack after another. The three of them saw their teeth sore and sad, but he ate happily. Among them, Lin Luoran has a deeper feeling. She is also very familiar with this food. Of course, it is supremely delicious if she didn't eat it when she was a child, but what age is this? More than twenty years have passed, and there are still children who regard this thing as a treasure, which only shows how poor this small mountain village is.
Besides, when she was a child, she also picked yellow and soft jujubes that had fallen to the ground to eat, and she could barely eat them, so they were half green and not yellow... Lin Luoran looked at the little boy wearing shorts of the original color Short-sleeved, sighed quietly.
Be a good person when you are in decline, and do good deeds when you are in prosperity. Do you count yourself as a fortune now? How many good things have been done? Some things should be put on the agenda.
The boy ate the jujube, found another pile of mushrooms, threw a few opened ones, and took the rest of the pot away. In order to find mushrooms, he gradually walked a few steps away from the big one tied to the tree. The goat is far away.
The goat, which had found a place to graze, suddenly bleated again and kept backing away, but the rope tied it firmly to the tree, and it couldn't run away even if it wanted to.
Lin Luoran took a closer look, and found that the goat was also very unlucky. There was a "Zhuyeqing" lying on the place where it gnawed grass. It was disturbed, and it was looking at the goat with its tongue out.
The boy also found Zhuyeqing, the mushroom in his pocket fell all over the place, and the little black face turned green—that goat is the most valuable in their family, this Zhuyeqing is very poisonous, of course people who live in the mountains know it, if it is caught It took one bite and the goat couldn't live!
The little boy hesitated for a while. There were no branches on the left and right. He boldly touched the sickle and took two steps. The snake sprang up without warning and rushed towards the goat's neck.
The boy's eyes were red with anxiety. He couldn't fly at such a long distance, and the goat would definitely be bitten to death by a snake!
Just when he was in despair, with a puff, a green light shot from the direction of the slope, nailing the murderous Zhuyeqing firmly to the tree.
A piece of bamboo branch? ! !
The boy was dumbfounded and looked towards the direction of the slope. Three city people came down from the slope, hugging a rare green fox.
The extremely beautiful elder sister knelt down, smiled and said to him, "Little friend, are you from the village down the mountain?"
The boy nodded stupidly.
...
Because Lin Luoran and the others happened to save the only property of Xiao Hongbin's family, things went smoothly beyond expectations.
This mountain village is called Tao Village, not the surname is Tao, but the ancestors have been making pottery for generations. In the early years of the Republic of China, the national defense war broke out, and there was turmoil in the middle of Sichuan. Tao Village moved to this remote mountain to avoid disaster. A few years ago, I came to find them and registered for the remote mountain residents in this village who were not in the previous population statistics.
The situation is very favorable for Lin Luoran and the others. The people in Tao Village were often bullied by the Japanese army because of their craftsmanship. Because of Asada Sakurako and the others, Hong Bin felt the same hatred, so when he went down the mountain, there would be more Lin Luoran and the others. a spy.
Correspondingly, because there were guests, there were a lot of children hanging around Tao Ertai's house, and Hong Bin mixed in, pretending to be curious, and quietly passed on the news.
The next day he came again with the sheep.
"Sister Lin, those Japanese are so strange. They are very interested in the pottery pots in our village. They don't come here to steal?"
Lin Luoran rewarded him with a large piece of chocolate candy for his creative imagination... Sakurako Asada should cry when she heard that, she is also a promising practitioner in Japan, who was reduced to running to the Central Plains of China The small mountain village stole the teacher? It is still possible for ordinary Japanese to dispatch practitioners, which is too extravagant.
third day.
"Sister Lin, the second grandpa's stewed chicken today, it's really delicious... What, you mean that Japanese woman? She just walked around the village, and I asked my friends to follow, but she didn't do anything, wrong, She even gave me a candy!"
Lin Luoran was silent, Lin Luodong handed Hong Bin a grilled chicken drumstick brushed with honey|juice.
fourth day.
"Sister Lin, Ms. Yingzi wants to buy dried mushrooms from the Second Great Master's house, and she even picked out a clay pot she likes to put in it."
Huang Weijian silently handed him a box of biscuits, which turned from a Japanese woman into a "Miss Yingzi". If there is no clue, they, the little spies, must have betrayed.
Claypots, Claypots again! Is the secret in this clay pot
Lin Luoran decided to take a look at the pottery pot that Asada Sakurako was interested in. She was still not at ease. After giving Hong Bin, who was naughty and not like a simple village child, an old man's head, Lin Luoran saw it that afternoon. The clay pot that Sakurako Asada cares about.
Several pottery wares of different styles were brought by Hong Bin in a basket covered with grass. According to him, they were "borrowed" from Mr. Tao's house.
These pottery are pretty good, but it's not enough for Sakurako Asada to soak in pottery village for so many days. Lin Luoran picked up a jar and turned it over.
Hey, there is a fox face engraved on the bottom of the jar, which is so vivid.
The other few, either the body of the fox or the paws of the fox, are all related to the fox.
Lin Luoran handed a jar engraved with a fox picking flowers to the little green fox: "I've never seen any other foxes who can pick flowers."
This little green fox, who can even pick medicine, changed his face in an instant, staring at the jar—