Chapter 5 Human Relationship (Sixth)

"Welcome, welcome." Deputy captain Lu Feng stretched out his calloused hands and held hands with Zhao Tianlong, Zhou Heitan and Zhang Songling one by one. "It's very hot, I'm probably tired of walking on the road. I just ordered someone to cook milk tea, so we just happened to go into the house to drink."

"Enter the house, enter the house." Hongbeard stretched out his arms enthusiastically and led the guests to the conference room in the center of the camp. "It's cool inside the house, Lao Lu, help me find Chef Mu to make some fried rice and milk tofu. After walking for a morning, I had already beaten the big drum in my stomach."

"Oh." Deputy Captain Lu Feng agreed happily, turned around to find the guerrilla chef to arrange the rice to be fried. After taking a few steps, he was stopped by the Red Beard. "Wait, let Chef Mu go to the barracks door later and take back the sheep I bought with Lao Has and slaughter them. By the way, settle the accounts with Lao Has. We just agreed that one piece of three and one end, just use Manchurian roll knots!"

"One yuan three." Deputy Captain Lu's face immediately twitched, and he jumped and cursed, "The old guy really dares to open his mouth. The money he owed me last time has not been paid yet. You go in with the guests to have milk tea first, and I will go to the barracks door to wait for him."

"I haven't paid yet, but I dare to owe my Red Beard money. It's almost half a year. Go to the door and wait for him and tell him that if I don't settle the money for the chair today, don't expect me to buy his sheep in the future." Red Beard was like a wealthy slave, loudly giving advice to his deputy.

After he finished speaking, he realized that there were guests around him. He smiled awkwardly and explained in a low voice, "Lao Lu was a carpenter before joining the army. The forests in this area were thick, so our guerrillas rely on the mountains to eat and buy some furniture to exchange things for the herdsmen."

"Hong Ye is kind and righteous."

"Zhao admired it." Zhou Heitan and Zhao Tianlong sighed respectfully and sighed, bowing to the red beard repeatedly.

"There is no other way. Our Eighth Route Army is poor. The main force cannot get much supplies, let alone me who are sent to fight outposts outside." Hongbei sighed softly and shook her head with a smile. "Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go into the house to drink milk tea. The master of our guerrilla team used to hold a spoon at Duke Xu's mansion, and the tea was very authentic."

"Master Hong, please, first." Zhang Songling and others politely followed Wang Hong, the red-bearded man, into the conference room in the center of the camp. This is a common house in the north. The walls are cast with mud plates, and the roof is made of tree trunks and wooden plates as rafters. The upper layer is covered with willow weaving, mud and wheat straw in turn. It is warm in winter and cool in summer, making it very comfortable to live.

On the walls on both sides of the north and south, there are four large windows side by side. The window frames are made of pine wood and are not painted. A natural fragrance is emitted under the blowing of the mountain wind. Because it is late summer, there is no paper paste on the window edges. The sunlight shines directly from the outside, illuminating the inside of the house. Some little flying insects with unknown names fly into the house from the window on the south side with the mountain wind, and then fly away from the window on the north side, buzzing, enjoying it. Occasionally, when flying insects are tired of playing, they fall head-on on the long pine wood table in the center of the house, making a crisp sound of "bang" and "bang".

"Sit as you like, sit as you like." Hongbei stretched out her arms and pushed the guests to the northwest corner of the long table.

According to the custom of grassland, it is the most noble position, usually used to worship Buddha or entertain Su Lao in the tribe. Of course, the three guests should not lose their manners. They smiled and refused a few words, found a northerly position and sat down next to each other. The machine gunner Da Zhou took out a clean wooden bowl and arranged it in front of each guest and host. Then, two guerrilla soldiers younger than Zhang Songling carried a huge copper pot into the room and poured all the wooden bowls.

The milk tea I just made was fragrant. Red beard picked up a bowl of milk tea and greeted everyone enthusiastically, "Come on, everyone drink a few sips to moisten the stomach. Don't be so oily, this thing is the best way to relieve the heat."

After saying that, he drank most of the bowl "gudong" and "gudong". Zhao Tianlong and Zhou Heitan were no longer polite. They each picked up the milk tea in front of them and swallowed the siphon. Only Zhang Songling was so smothered by the strong smell that he could not open his mouth, and frowned at the wooden bowl in front of him.

"Why, I can't get used to this thing," Red Beard saw Zhang Songling's expression keenly and asked loudly.

"I haven't drunk much before." Zhang Songling didn't want to embarrass the owner here, so he picked up the bowl and sipped it slowly in small sips. The aroma of milk, tea, and an indescribable smell. It rolled across his tongue across his throat, making his thirsty stomach and frowning brows slowly stretched. The red beard looked interestingly beside him, blinking his eyes and said cringely: "You have a few sips, this thing is the same as wine. The bigger the mouth, the better the taste."

"Yes, it's like wine. If you don't believe me, try it." Zhou Heitan smiled and said to the side.

Zhang Songling glanced at the two of them in a suspicious manner, then secretly glanced at Zhao Tianlong. He saw no problem on the faces of the three. He took a deep breath and poured the milk tea in the bowl into his throat.

The four flavors of hot, slippery, greasy, salty were intertwined, causing his stomach to be overwhelmed. He closed his mouth and adapted for a while before he could barely swallow the rest of his mouth, stared at Zhao Tianlong and Zhou Heitan, "You two unkind guys, you know that he was teasing me, but you didn't even remind me."

"Hehe, hehe." Zhao Tianlong and Zhou Heitan laughed proudly, "Aren't we afraid that you will get thirsty? How about it? The taste is pretty good. It will be more authentic with some milk tofu."

"Get out." Zhang Songling threw the wooden bowl on the table, widened his eyes and gasped at the two companions. After a few breaths, a unique sweet smell slowly surged from his throat and slowly spread throughout his mouth. He frowned in surprise, reached out to take a piece of milk tofu that had just been served, and took a small bite. At first, he only tasted the sour and smelly, but slowly, the sour and smelly melted into his mouth, turning into a strong fragrance unique to dairy products.

When I was running for life with Zhao Tianlong in a hurry, the milk tofu could not taste this kind of taste. Zhang Songling was surprised and took another piece and put it in front of me to study it carefully. It was very white, soft and fine. It was completely different from the dried milk tofu. If it was based on the previous impression alone, it would easily lose interest in tasting. Of course, I missed a rare delicacy.

"Actually, there are many delicious foods on the grassland, it depends on whether you have the patience to discover them a little bit." Looking at Zhang Songling's surprised face, the red beard said with a smile, "Mushrooms, golden needles, red flowers, ground, roe deer, rabbits, badgers, half a pound of sand. We are fine these days, I will take you to taste them next to each other, and I will guarantee that after you have eaten them once, you will never forget them." (Note 1)
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