Reborn in the fiery age, I am a salted fish in the mountains

Chapter 9 The Man Who Lives in the Pigsty
The commando retreated in a hurry.

Han Xiaokang and Zhou Jian cursed inwardly, but they could only continue on their way.

Who told me that the composition of the two people's homes is not so beautiful?
So it is only right and proper for unlucky ghosts to do unlucky things and be unlucky.
By the time Han Xiaokang came out of the deep mountains, it was almost dusk.

After not going far, we came to the production team of Wujiazhai, the first village outside the mountain.

In the fields, there are still many members of the commune working hard. No, they are working hard.

When they saw Han Xiaokang and Zhou Jian hurriedly on their way, and there were two wolf skins stretched out of the basket, the big guys couldn't help but gave their thumbs up and praised: "These two young men are good-looking, and they have some skills!"

Peng Zhikun, the 8th captain of the Wujiazhai production team, even went up to him and looked left and right: "What a boy! Going into the deep mountains, how dare you not bring a shotgun and hounds? And kill two male wolves?
awesome!I see that what you are carrying is not wolf skin, it is simply cowhide! "

"It's a pity that these two wolf skins have knife edges, so they are not worth that much money."

Since there are still more than 30 miles to go home, I dare not delay.

So Han Xiaokang chatted with the other party for a few words, and then left in a hurry.

By the time we returned to the streets of the revitalization area, it was already early morning.

It was already dark.

Fortunately, it is a summer night and the moon is bright.

Han Xiaokang and Zhou Jian made an appointment: while going to the market the day after tomorrow, we will sell wolf skins together.

Then the two parted ways and went home.

In the moonlight.

There were three crumbling mud houses lined up in a row, the courtyard wall collapsed badly, and the dogtail grass on the wall fluttered endlessly in the strong wind.

The doorway of the dark hall.

There is a window hole on the left and right.

It looked like a stray cat lying on the moor, dying of hunger.

This is my home in this life, a place where even mice don't want to stay longer.

Han Xiaokang entered the yard,
Knock on the main room door: "Mother, open the door, I'm back."

"crunch-"

Han Zhang opened the door with a flickering kerosene lamp: "Xiaokang?"

"It's me, mother."

Han Zhang stretched out his hand like a dead branch, and touched Han Xiaokang up and down.

Then he burst into tears: "WooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooBodhisattva."

"Mom, don't cry."

Han Xiaokang helped his mother into the room: "Don't cry, mother, it's a new society now, I dare not talk like this, if someone overhears, we will be in trouble. Let's go back to the house."

"Hey, go back to the house, go back to the house. Mom has left some food for you! Every meal, keep it for my son"

Putting his hands on his mother's bony shoulders, Han Xiaokang felt a sense of desolation in his heart.

In fact, as a traveler, memories can be instilled into one's mind.

But emotion is something that needs to be cultivated.

This cannot be inherited.
However, Han Zhang's tears just now, and the white rice left for himself in the iron pot, made Han Xiaokang couldn't help crying secretly.

——This is a mother who still drinks corn mush and eats wild vegetables, and has to leave all the rice for her son.
"Hey, mother! Who cares about the brown rice that squeezes the throat?"

Han Xiaokang asked Mrs. Han Zhang to sit in the main room to rest, and then said in a low voice, "Tonight, I invite you to eat meat!"

"Eating meat? Where did you get the meat?"

Mrs. Han Zhang was stunned: "I heard from the production team next door, the commandos who had returned in the afternoon said that they didn't catch prey at all when they went into the mountain this time, and they were all busy burning fires to kill insects."

Basically every production team has people who participate in commandos.

Mrs. Han and Zhang are obviously paying attention to information all the time, who has come back, and why his family hasn't come back.

Han Xiaokang said with a smile: "Mother, don't worry about it, I'm the head of the house now, don't worry, I'm here!"

There is only one kerosene lamp made from discarded ink bottles picked up at home.

Han Xiaokang left the lamp in the main room so that his mother would not sit there in the dark and be afraid.

Then he came to the stove alone and started to cook the meat.

Naturally, before the wolf meat entered the yard, Han Xiaokang had already taken part of it out of the beehive cabinet and put it into the basket.

The weather is very hot now, so I dare not take out too much at one time.

This poor family is so sad that there is not even a drop of lard, and even rapeseed oil is only as high as a knuckle.

A total of less than 2 taels.

Fortunately, there are still salt, pepper, and dried chili at home.

Han Xiaokang chopped about 3 catties of wolf neck meat and stewed it directly with water and seasonings.

Many people think that wolf meat, which is similar to dog meat, should be the hind leg meat, but in fact, the front leg meat under the neck is more fragrant and tender.

This way of stewing can make Han Zhang, who has bad teeth, eat more easily.

"Grumble-"

The firepower of the firewood stove was fierce, and a strong fragrance permeated the air within a short time.

The crumbling and cracked mud walls could not contain the smell of meat, so this tempting aroma wafted around in the wilderness.
"Mom, eat meat."

Han Xiaokang brought the wolf meat to the table, and then scooped up a bowl of rice for Mrs. Han Zhang, "Mother, don't eat too hard, you'll choke easily."

"Hey, hey!"

While Han Zhang agreed, he picked up a large piece of meat and gave it to Han Xiaokang: "Son, you eat."

"I've eaten it a long time ago, mother, you can eat it, don't eat too much at once, the oil is too big, it's easy to hit a javelin after eating it"

"Pfft-"

It was the first time I saw Han Zhang smiling when I traveled by myself.

"Silly son! Can you speak like this in front of your mother?"

Han Zhang's thinking seems to be a little bit off, and he can say whatever comes to his mind.

She picked up a piece of meat, chewed it slowly, and then said something else: "Oh, my son, now you use toilet paper to wipe your butt, just like other city officials. This is too extravagant Bar?"

"My silly mother, you are eating! Is it appropriate to say this now?"

After finishing a warm midnight snack, Han Xiaokang went back to the kitchen to go to sleep.

There are 3 rooms in total.

The bedroom was given to my mother to sleep, and the main room was not suitable for people to live in.

The remaining one has a kitchen in the front and a pigsty in the back.

That's where I live.

Fortunately, in the current production team, the members are not allowed to raise pigs privately for a long time, so the original pigsty is not so disgusting after being washed with water.

A simple bamboo bed was spread on the stone slab of the pigsty, and this is where Han Xiaokang slept.

Lying in bed,

Han Xiaokang felt that for a while, he first had to earn some food and put it away.

But there is no need to accumulate too much food, as long as it is enough for these two months for the time being.

Because in the future, the big guys will gather together and go to the big canteen of the production team every day.

When all the commune members in the countryside go to the cafeteria to eat free meals, then the food in the pigeon market will inevitably be more abundant.

At that time, I will find a way to make some money by myself, and take the opportunity to buy some food and save it
So Han Xiaokang felt that finding a way to improve the living environment should be a priority on the agenda.

Or sleep in this pigsty.

From the excrement opening of the pigsty to the hole on the other side of the latrine, there is always a foul smell leaking in.

It caused me to dream these days, either dreaming of working in a snail noodle shop, or working by the Laotan sauerkraut pit.

That sour taste.
It's almost out of the question!

(End of this chapter)