"Yesterday was a cloudy day in a yin year. There were many fish spirits and water monsters in the river at the source of the Songhua River. It was the best day for them to complain. If you don't understand the power of it, you would have been killed by the dragon when you took the ferry last night.

The prince took it away."

Fortunately, I didn't tell him what we experienced last night, otherwise the old man would have been frightened to death. It seems that we really experienced a thrilling adventure last night, and saw all kinds of monsters in the river.

There is no need to spend any money on tickets.

At this time, Dabao brought melon seeds and snacks, and asked us not to be polite. After a while, the pig meat and vegetables will be ready, and the old man will serve us three times. Seeing that the father and son were so hospitable, I felt a little sorry, so I quickly ordered the two girls to help with the cooking.

But we were stopped by the host, who told us that everything was ready, and the guests could just warm themselves on the heated kang. We were Tong Dahai’s friends, and naturally we were also distinguished guests in their village. There was no reason to let the guests take action. To be honest, we were Tong Dahai’s friends.

, I am 40% polite and 60% anxious. I am anxious about when the big pot of rural pig meat will be stewed, haha... While talking, the old man also went to the fields to help his son.

Seeing that the masters had gone out, I whispered to them: "It seems that the legend of the black dragon in the Yilhuri Mountain is not groundless. Don't rush to find the ancestral hall of Tong Jia's coffin. I am more interested in the Black Dragon Temple."

If you are interested, don’t rush today. Let’s wait for the opportunity slowly. This old man is more sophisticated than his son, so I’m afraid I won’t get any useful clues from him.”[

My mouth was full of oil after eating this pig-killing dish, and the two girls were even more rude. Meihui simply took off her shoes, like an old lady in the countryside, got on the kang with her legs crossed, and put a piece of fat in her mouth. She said.

There is also a particular way to eat the pork in the pig-killing stew. This kind of pork is usually taken from pork belly. It has three layers of fat and two layers of lean. Cut it into large pieces and put it in a sauerkraut pot.

Cook, think about it, fresh sauerkraut mixed with the aroma of garlic and ginger, simmer slowly over low fire for two hours, the aroma will be simmered into the meat, then pop out the large pieces of pork belly and cut into thin slices,

Place the pieces as thin as paper on the sauerkraut, pick them up with chopsticks and put the garlic sauce on them. Oops... when you put it in your mouth and chew it, it will taste more delicious. It is fat but not greasy, and the meat is fragrant.

While drinking, he chatted with the old man, about the colorful world outside, the various realities of today's society, the harmony of his childhood, and the customs of the old Northeastern people...

Manchu people have a good drinking capacity, so I won't let Lanzi drink, but this girl can't back down when she sees her master being so kind. She only takes a small sip every time she toasts, but after a few rounds, she's already staggering around. There's nothing I can do about it.

Meihui doesn’t need to pretend anymore, the smart phone will continue to act as a translator for me.

The old secretary had a good drinker, and he probably had enough energy to survive. He asked me where Meihui was from, and he spoke it so authentically in Mandarin. If they hadn’t grown up in this kind of environment, almost no children in the city today would be able to speak it authentically.

The words were spoken in full English. I was speechless when asked this question. God knows how Meihui knew so many languages.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, southerners do not understand this sentence as thoroughly as northerners. In rural areas in the northeast, the host entertains guests and spends a whole day sitting on his own small fire bed, chatting away.

We chatted, drank and ate, and the dishes were not afraid of getting cold. When they were cold, they were brought to the iron pot on the ground floor of the outhouse and they were ready to eat as soon as they were heated. Some families could even entertain guests at noon and wait until midnight before letting the guests go to bed. This is
Chapter completed!