Is it good to be Liu Bei?

What a bird!

I wandered all my life, left my wife for several days, and kept slashing and slashing all day long... I finally accumulated some of my family's wealth, but was burned clean by a fire, and died in Baidi City crying. I lived so miserably and tiring!

The sky has no eyes, how could I become Liu Bei!

I sat in front of the porch for a long time, staring at the several uncles (counselors) who came in and out, leaving a lot of household items. My mother stroked her forehead and breathed a long sigh. She didn't have to worry about her livelihood for a long time.

There seem to be some benefits?

I felt much better in my heart.

"My mother, can I change my name?"

"Then I will return the food, clothing and expenses first."

"Oh, forget it."

Although he didn't know what his son was thinking, his mother realized that he was very unhappy with Yiming. He then advised: "The name is given by the patriarch, and it cannot be changed lightly. Besides, what does Liu Bei and Liu Ping mean? Are they all you?"

"The words are right..." The little fat man sighed weakly. As he struggled inside, a strange fragrance suddenly came from his nose, and then he stood up suddenly, "Look at whether the soup has been boiled."

After simmering, my mother added another handful of firewood at dawn. The pottery jar was lifted and the aroma was strong. She had not tasted the meat for a long time. Although it was less oil and no salt, it also aroused a lot of greed.

After stirring with a wooden spoon, the skin had melted and only the soup was left.

"My mother, bring the copper basin."

"Okay." Wash the mulberries and mash them in a cup. After the water boils, put them in a copper basin and cook over low heat.

"My mother, you should always stir with a spoon when cooking to avoid burning, and the foam should be removed." The fat man licked the spoon, which seemed not sweet, so he handed over the work in his hand to his mother and went out to find a way.

Looking at the big mulberry tree that is as hooded as a car, and the fat man is mixed with all kinds of flavors. With this tree in front of the fence, everything is already destined.

A beehive with a head hanging on a thick branch above the height of a thick branch. There are always flying bees coming in and out. There are bees that must be honey. The mulberry juice is not sweet enough, so the fat man came up with the idea of ​​bees.

"Brother Dun'er, do you want to eat honey?" Seeing him looking up at the beehive, his friends surrounded him.

"Well, do you have a way?" The little fat man didn't expect him.

“Smoke with smoke.”

"Huh?" The little fat man immediately glanced up.

"Cut a few bamboos, tie them up with wheat straw, ignite them with a fire, and see if they die!" The fourth brother who spoke, now named Liu Xiu.

"What if the honeycomb is burned?" Liu Erqian, no, Liu Wu retorted.

"Why not call me Uncle San?" It was the eldest brother Liu Wen.

"My father won't care about our nostalgic business..." Liu Wu scratched his head.

"I didn't know before, but now I probably know." Liu Wen's eyes at the little fat man were complicated and hard to describe. I think everything that happened in the ancestral hall has spread throughout the village. Everyone looked at the little fat man with a different look.

Fortunately, this era believes in spiritual and beautiful nature. The twelve Ganluo is the best minister. Such auspiciousness falls into one's own door is naturally a blessing that will be cultivated in eight lifetimes. We will never be treated as a demon.

As my elder brother said, a big man with a steel bearded waisted dress with a tiger-skin skirt came with big strides.

"Uncle San." The little fat man hurriedly saluted.

"Dun'er, why do you call Uncle San?"

"I have reported to my uncle, my third brother wants to eat honey." The eldest brother Liu Wen replied hurriedly.

Following everyone's eyes, Uncle San saw the beehive.

"What's the difficulty?" The big man with steel beard drew his arrow and drew his bow, and raised his hand and had an arrow!

Whoosh-

The arrows were like meteors, shooting straight into the air. The branches hanging from the beehive broke in response to the sound!

"You're not running!" The big man with steel beard ran away with a long smile. The fat man then woke up and ran away with his head in his arms. The young men, who had been slowing down for a half-beep, were screaming behind him, obviously frightened by the bees that were coming out of their nests.

When the parents who came to hear the news, they smoked the bee swarm with lit mugwort, and most of the little dolls were stung. Fortunately, they were bees, not deadly hornets. If they took out the stings, the redness and swelling would disappear in a few days.

After a lot of trouble, the children were taken away by each family, leaving a lonely beehive lying in place. The little fat man broke free from his mother's hand and took it home with two straw hats that were together.

He took a hatchet and split the honeycomb into two. The fragrance was overflowing. The orange-yellow honey kept flowing out along the honeycomb, and the mother hurriedly took a bowl to serve.

"Huh?" There were no bees in the nest, only a huge giant bee left, dragging its white and tender abdominal cavity as long as its thumb, rolling down from the honeycomb.

Although the wings have not deteriorated, they cannot carry their obese body. They fanned them in vain and gave up. They are rolling in the honey and eating very much.

"Queen Bee." It seems that her mother also recognized it. "The building has collapsed, but she can still eat it, so she is more open."

"Mother, do we have boxes at home?" He poked the insect's huge abdominal sac with his fingers. The fat man had a sudden inspiration and had an idea again.

"Yes. Your father's bookcase and my dowry box, what do you want to do?"

"Bookbox? What about that book? You don't know..." The fat man couldn't help but roll his eyes again.

"It's sold." Before the fat man rolled his eyes, the young woman pointed at her clouds, "The book is here."

"Ao!" The fat man gave a thumbs up with admiration. It is said that Cai Yan has 400 books in his heart. Isn't my mother of the same level as Wen Ji (Zhao Ji)?

Talented girl!

As the water in the copper basin becomes less and less, the mulberry juice becomes thicker and thicker. It tastes like the jam in later generations. But this is far from enough. What the little fat man needs to do is to mix the pork skin soup that has been skimmed off with the jam, stir it thoroughly and cool it naturally, and the collagen is wrapped in the jam to condense, becoming a crystal clear jelly.

Of course, good things should be good.

The fat man who removed the firewood and waited for the soup to cool down said again: "Mother, do you have a better fruit box at home?"

"Yes." It is also a family of officials, and there are always high-end items.

The lacquered wooden fruit box that my mother took was exquisitely crafted and exquisitely painted, and it looked extraordinary at first glance. There was also a seal on the lid of the box. Although the red paint fell off, the fat man could still recognize the words "Imperial Gift in the Forbidden City".

Seeing the fat man's face was surprised, the mother's eyes widened, "You are from a royal family and have one or two forbidden things (in the palace) in your family. What's the surprise?"

"So, am I really Queen Jing of Zhongshan?"

"certainly!"

The little fat man finally felt relieved.

After the soup was heated from scalding, my mother had also washed the fruit box and specially applied a layer of white yarn.

First pour the soup, then add the jam. Half each soup sauce, stir well while it is hot. The red sauce that diffuses fills the whole fruit box. The fat man takes out the wooden spoon and licks it, and starts adding honey. My mother picks a few wild flowers from the front yard and squeezes out the nectar and drips it in, which makes the flavor better.

"Mother, please send these leftover honey to the clan brothers." The little fat man tried mulberry jam, the sweetness was enough.

"Okay." The mother nodded happily, very satisfied with the fat man's approach.

The only resentment in the hearts of parents whose children were stung was also relieved by the actions of the fat mother. It was all my family. What a big deal, forget it, forget it.

This is nothing.

When I came back, the little fat man was already lying on the desk and slept soundly.
Chapter completed!