Chapter 2: Foreigners in a foreign land are all floating clouds ()

I was leaning on a dog beater, to be precise, the wooden roller came outside the door, and the sun was hanging obliquely in the sky, as if it was much lower than when I woke up. It seemed that it was afternoon now.

There is a small open space under the two or three stone steps at the entrance of the Taoist temple, with weeds growing. A trace of trampling out in the middle is the road. There is a small tree growing in the left corner of the open space, just like a man hugging it, the tree is lush and green. A few butterflies are flying up and down from the weeds, and look a little quiet in the afternoon sun.

From late spring to summer, Wang Kuang has determined the current season again, but I don’t know what month it will be.

There is a small puddle on the side of the steps. It seems that it was left behind by rain two days ago. Wang Kuang saw himself in the water: a pale face, which looks like he is about ten years old. He is not handsome, but it is not ugly. His eyebrows are vaguely like his previous life, and they are relatively thick. Apart from this, they have no characteristics.

He is only about ten years old! With such a weak body, what is the future of this age?

Thinking of this, my body became a little weak and sat on the stone steps with a wooden stick. The stones were a little hot in the sun, but Wang Kuang couldn't control so much.

"Second son." He said: "Come and help me recall memories and see if I can remember what happened before."

"Brother Gouzi, do you really can't remember?" Erzi sat on the stone steps next to Wang Kuang, and asked worriedly with his little face raised.

Erzi looks only six or seven years old. I really don’t know how Erzi’s thin body survived during the days when this coma, Gouzi Ge, was unconscious.

"I can't remember it, I just have a vague impression. Let me talk about where we are? How did we get here?"

"Do you remember that you often took me to the river to fish?"

"Oh, do you have a fishing slut? I have some impression." When Wang Kuang was a child, he was often taken to the river to fish by his cousin. Anyway, touching and touching is just a few tricks. If you admit this, it shouldn't be a mistake. So he responded vaguely.

"That day, we returned to the village from the river and the village was gone..." Erzi's voice became smaller and smaller, and there was no sound afterwards. Wang Kuang turned his head and saw in surprise that Erzi's originally innocent and childish face was full of terror. The originally crystal-clear eyes were full of panic at this time, staring emptyly in front of him. Under the sun in the afternoon, Erzi's small body was trembling slightly.

What a fear that would be! Wang Kuang had an extremely ominous premonition in his heart. He sighed, hugged Erzi's body, and slowly stroked his chaotic head with one hand: "Don't be afraid, Brother Dogzi is here."

As the two sons sobbed intermittently, Wang Kuang finally understood the origin of this body:

Gouzi and Erzi are both from Wangcun. Since in those two years, they were only two children and neighbors, they often played together, went fishing together, and went to pick wild fruits on the mountain together. A few months ago, a group of people who looked like officers and soldiers came to kill the whole village, and the two of them happened to go fishing back and hid behind the land statue of the small temple at the entrance of the village before escaping the disaster. It is said that because the men in the village were thieves and the general spoke, they were killed. Then the village was burned to a fire.

After the officers and soldiers left, the two found the village people's bodies from the fire, and they were burnt to recognize their appearance. Because they were afraid that the officers and soldiers would come back, they just hurriedly held some soil and stones to cover their relatives and escaped, and then begged all the way to Jian'an, the county city. The two depended on each other and lived in this dilapidated Taoist temple.

Because the dog has grown older and has already understood a lot, he has spent the past few months in sorrow. Instead, the second son is young and confused. Although he is sad, he can hold on. After a few months, the dog's health has become worse and hungry, and finally fell into a coma three days ago.

As for the year and location of the dynasty, we cannot ask anything from the young second son. How old can the child know what dynasty it is now? It is good to know that the current county town is called Jian'an. This is what I heard from passers-by during the begging process.

Jian'an, what is this? Wang Kuang thought hard, but the pitifully poor historical knowledge is not compatible, and it is worth giving up helplessly. It seems that he still has to go to the street to find out clearly.

"Second son." Suddenly, Wang Kuang was stunned: I am speaking in northern Fujian dialect! The second son and he also spoke to him in northern Fujian dialect.

Suddenly, there was a burst of ecstasy: God, you finally didn’t favor one or the other. At least, I went back to my hometown, although it was my hometown a thousand years ago!

It's so simple. I always know more about the history of my hometown. Jian'an, that is, Jian'ou, later generations. My hometown is Shibi, Pucheng, not far from Jian'ou, etc. It seems that Shibi was under the jurisdiction of Jian'an in ancient times, so I undoubtedly went through Tang or after Tang.

The other details can only be found out on the street. Wang Kuang thought, looking at the butterflies still flying above the open space, he was a little envious: at least they are carefree.

I withdrew my gaze and saw that the grass on the steps were familiar, and rubbed my eyes: Plantain! My stomach began to growl.

"Second son, come on, come and pick up the plantain and cook it." Wang Kuang didn't think about it so much, so he quickly greeted the second son.

"Brother Gouzi, is this called plantain? Can it be eaten?" Erzi hesitated.

"It's edible and delicious, hurry up, aren't you hungry?" Wang Kuang urged repeatedly, and saw that Erzi hesitated, and said, "Your Dogzi, I'm older than you, and I've seen more than you. Hurry up, believe me."

"Well, then we won't go hungry at night. There are many such grass here." Erzi was very happy.

The two brothers tried hard to pick the blades of grass. Wang Kuang had decided that since he came, he would be at peace. No matter what time travels, or what strangers in foreign lands, they were all floating clouds. Uh. It seems that this place is not a foreign land.

The two brothers washed a large pile of plantain leaves in the water puddle in front of the Taoist temple, burned a pot of water, and prepared to wait for the water to boil and then put the plantains in and roll a few times before fishing them out.

"It's a pity that there is no oil, salt and other seasonings, otherwise it would taste good." Wang Kuang felt a little regretful. In his previous life, wild vegetables were already sold more expensive than pork. All the rich people were rushing to the countryside to eat authentic wild vegetables.

"Brother Gouzi, give it!" Hearing Wang Kuang's words to himself, Erzi carefully took out something wrapped in leaves from his arms and spread it out. It turned out to be the small piece of lamb oil from before: "I didn't want to eat it just now. I want to leave it for Brother Gouzi to eat it tonight."

Wang Kuang's nose suddenly became a little sore, and the corners of his eyes became disobedient and wet: "Silly second son."

Erzi lowered his head shyly, and suddenly remembered something again. He ran to the back of the statue and stroked it out again, and then took out something wrapped in dry leaves, and spread it in front of Wang Kuang like a treasure: "Look, there is salt, too."

The leaves are covered with white frost-like particles, but they are definitely not salt. Wang Kuang recognizes this thing. He often ate it in his hometown when he was a child. There is a tree called "Salt Salt". In winter, a layer of white frost-like salty particles will be formed on the leaves. When the salt was short of salt in his hometown, he used it as salt.

"Okay, there is salt and oil. Let's see if Brother Gouzi makes delicious food for you." Wang Kuang used the broken pottery bowl to put a bowl of water that had been boiled in the pottery pot. After taking a lot of time, he slowly blew the grass leaves in the pottery pot into the pottery pot and rolled it a few times. He quickly took it out and soaked it in the cold pottery at night, controlled the water, used the branches of the chopsticks to push the vegetable leaves aside, put the salted salt and a small piece of lamb oil to mash it, and then mixed the vegetable leaves.

"It's ready to eat, Erzi, please try it." Wang Kuang handed the bowl to Erzi.

"It's really delicious. Brother Gouzi, this is much better than those who just throw the leaves in and cook them and eat them with soup. It's not bitter, but a little crispy." After taking a small bite, Erzi couldn't wait to pick a big mouth into his mouth, and then handed the bowl back to Wang Kuang, and said vaguely.

"Well, that's it, your brother Gouzi made it, it must be delicious." Wang Kuang was also a little happy to see Erzi eating.

"Brother Gouzi, we won't be hungry in the future. There are such plantains everywhere." After eating, Erzi's eyes were full of stars, looking forward to the days when he no longer hungry.

"Not only plantain, there are many weeds that can be eaten, but you must not eat them raw, as they will damage your stomach. Brother Dog will teach you slowly in the future."
Chapter completed!