Stay in Songhu's shop for a while, and then make a bowl of braised noodles to eat.

With Song Wen's taste, to be honest, this braised noodles tastes really not very good, no wonder no one eats them. Although it is a bit suspicious of pulling out the elbow, the truth is indeed the case.

When eating braised noodles, you must also use braised food to taste good.

Nanzhou's braised food is also famous, including braised large intestine, pork lung, kazai meat, braised eggs, braised tofu, etc. These things are braised with various spices. When biting in the mouth, they not only have the taste of braised food, but also have a faint natural spice flavor, which can arouse people's appetite and make people's appetite wide.

Unfortunately, there was nothing in Songhu's shop, only some of them were braised and braised, with obviously blackened large intestines and a few pieces of broken tofu that seemed to be rotten.

Song Wen shook his head repeatedly. It would be strange if he had business like this. Why do you need to braise some bamboo shoots at the worst? The surrounding mountains are all bamboo, and dried bamboo shoots are the cheapest. The dried bamboo shoots taste good when braised. I don’t know if this guy really wants to open a store, but he doesn’t do it better. It seems that he has to teach him two tricks another day.

Song Wen is a typical example of eating in his mouth and complaining in his heart. Song Hu is also unlucky enough to have him.

After eating braised noodles, it was getting late, so Song Wen patted his butt and left.

When he got home, he saw his mother cooking in the kitchen. His sister-in-law Lin Qinglan sat on a chair with wool and knitted sweaters. His four-year-old nephew was shouting back and forth with an iron car next to him, having a lot of fun.

Song Wen's home was in the back row of the new village, which was built later. Because he didn't think about opening a store, the village had to set up a quieter back when he arranged a homestead. Song Wen and his brother Song Wu had all been renovated, but he had been outside and the house was empty and there was nothing, so when he came back, he lived with his brother.

"Mom, where is Dad?" Song Wen asked when he saw that his dad was not there.

"I've gone to the mountain and I'll cook bamboo shoots tomorrow, so he'll stay there at night." Chen Xiuhui poked her head out of the kitchen and responded.

"Oh, then I'll go and help tomorrow."

"No need, get up, your dad has already dug it up."

"Uh..." Song Wen scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

I am really lazy when I come back. I get up after nine o'clock every day. I am really decadent.

There are several bamboos on the hills at home, and it is the season for bamboo shoots to emerge.

When digging bamboo shoots, you should go up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots at dawn. You can clearly see a wet pool of water on the bamboo forest floor, which means that there are bamboo shoots that are about to break out of the ground. After dawn, the ground is sunny and the water evaporates, making it difficult to find bamboo shoots. It depends on experience. The bamboo forest is far away from home, so his father will live on the mountain every time he digs bamboo shoots, saving the time to waste walking.

After dinner, Song Wen and his nephew had a sensation, then went back to the room to sleep.

His little nephew ignored him when he came back, and even forgot who he was. Until he took out a lot of small things he brought back from outside, the little guy walked over and called his uncle intimately. Now when he played with his friends, he would take out the toys that Song Wen bought for him and shouted loudly that my uncle bought for me. He was so angry that he seemed to have no uncle.

When she returned to the room, Song Wen took out the fan and bronze mirror he had found from his grandfather's room. Seeing the sloppy and dirty appearance of the fan and bronze mirror, he went to find a clean rag and wiped it.

It's strange that although the surface of the copper mirror is rusty, once you wipe it off, the copper rust slowly peels off from the mirror.

After rubbing, the copper rust disappeared, and there was no damage to the bronze mirror. Song Wen felt strange and couldn't help but pick up the bronze mirror and look at it carefully, but suddenly he felt a familiar aura coming from the bronze mirror. It was a feeling of blood connection, which was very strange and confusing.

He took the bronze mirror and looked carefully, but couldn't see that it was so he had to give up. He took a little candle wax and wiped the bronze mirror again, then found a soft cloth to slowly polish the bronze mirror and maintain the bronze mirror.

After a while, the bronze mirror became bright and refreshed, as if it was newly released.

Song Wen looked at it and was very satisfied. He put the bronze mirror aside and continued to pick up the fan and wipe it.

The fan was covered with dust for a long time, and it was covered with a thick layer of dust, which looked very dirty. But who knew that when he wiped it gently with a cloth, the dust actually wiped up, revealing the snow-white fan. He gently touched it with his hand. The fan surface was extremely soft, not paper, but silk. He widened his eyes for a moment, feeling incredible.

He quickly picked up the fan and wiped it. After a while, the fan was wiped clean, revealing the spotless snow-white fan. When he touched it gently, it turned out to be as soft, delicate and smooth as a girl's skin, which was so wonderful that it was in dialect.

Looking at the word "Ruyi" on the fan again, it seemed as if it had just been written, with a little wetness, even the mark was the same.

There is also a landscape painting on the other side, which looks more lively and does not look like an old thing at all.

In the painting, the mountains are undulating, thousands of peaks are stacked with green, and clouds are shrouded in mist.

In the distance, a waterfall rushed down from the mountain, falling into the pool, splashing countless water droplets.

The water that was hit by the waterfall overflowed from the pool, turning into a stream and slowly flowing out.

The stream winds and flows among the mountains. Wherever it passes, there are shallows covered with grass, bays covered with rocks, hillsides filled with flowers, and stream banks with dense jungles.

Song Wen looked at the landscape painting on the fan and thought, if he could spend his whole life in such a landscape, he would have no regrets. Thinking about it, he couldn't help but touch the fan.

Suddenly, my eyes were blurred. When I woke up again, Song Wen found that he had come to an inexplicable place.

The fan in my hand was no longer there, and there was an open space where I saw it. There were several half-height rugged rocks in the corner of the open space. A small spring kept popping out from under the strange rocks and flowing towards a circular pool in front of the strange rocks. The pool was about five or six meters away, and next to it was a fertile land about three minutes later. The fog was filled with the open space, and I couldn't see the things clearly, and I didn't know if there was any other place outside the fog.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Song Wen was very puzzled. Could it be that he was dreaming, so he patted his hands hard, and it would hurt. That was not a dream. What was going on?

He couldn't figure it out, so he curiously started walking around the open space.

When he came to the edge of the open space, he tried to walk into the fog. Unexpectedly, the fog turned out to be like a sponge. When you walked in, you felt soft, but you couldn't walk in. It was really weird. He tried it around again, and found that he could not enter the fog, so he had to give up and continue to look at this strange place.

When he arrived at the edge of the pool, he found a layer of water mist floating on the pool, as if smoking was coming. He walked over curiously, held a handful of water in his hand, and found that the pool was warm. The water mist on it should be emitted by the warm pool water, just like the pond in spring, which was covered with a layer of water mist when he woke up in the morning.

It's really strange, I don't know where it is? It seems that the surrounding scenery is a bit familiar and I have seen it somewhere.

After thinking about it, Song Wen suddenly realized that this is not a landscape painting on the fan? Isn’t there a scene on the shore of the stream flowing through this scene? Why did he run into the painting by himself? What’s going on? But even in the landscape painting, it’s not just this open space in front of you! The landscape painting is continuous and boundless, with streams, mountains, rivers and waterfalls. How could it be that there is only this open space with more than three points?

Where is this? I want to go out, I want to go out. Song Wen shouted in his heart.

With a thought, others returned to the room, still holding the fan in their hands.

Strange, how could this happen?

Song Wen was puzzled and looked at the landscape painting on the fan in his hand. The scenery above was indeed the same as the place he had just been to.

What the hell is going on? Can you go into the fan? Thinking of it, Song Wen shouted in his heart: "I want to go in."

In an instant, others returned to the open space just now.

Could it be that he could really go back and forth with reality in the painting? Song Wen felt that it was too incredible, too weird, and too unusual.

I was stunned for a moment, but I didn't know what to do.

After a while, he came to his senses. He felt that everything in front of him was still too unreal, and it was unbelievable. He couldn't believe that all this was true. He tried to shout in his heart: "I'm going out."

In an instant, the person returned to the room.

Unexpectedly, he could really go back and forth with reality in the painting on the fan, and Song Wen was ecstatic.

But what's the use? I don't know if I can put things in it. If I can, I won't have to carry a backpack when I go out. Thinking of it, he picked up a book and thought that I was going in, and the people and the books came to the fan in an instant.

It's really OK. He picked up a chair and tried it without believing in it. He found that it was OK, which made him so happy that he laughed.

After being happy, he came into the fan again and looked carefully.

There was nothing inside, only a pool of about five or six meters, a piece of land of about three minutes, and a few strange stones.

The water in the pool was clear and warm. Song Wen glanced at the pool where the mist was slightly floating, and felt his body itchy.

During this time, the weather suddenly became cold and he was too lazy to take a shower. Although he had a water heater at home, he just didn't want to wash it.

At this time, he saw the warm pool and the warm environment here, and suddenly wanted to take a shower. No one was peeking at him anyway, so he took off his clothes and jumped into the pool.

The water in the pool is warm, just right. Song Wen fell in love with it all at once, thinking that if he could soak here every day in the future, he would be as happy as a god.
Chapter completed!