Chapter 62

Feng Jun took a look at the porridge and found that it was similar to porridge, which was also mixed with many green vegetable leaves, and there were a few strands of meat shreds mixed in the porridge.

It can also be called porridge? Feng Jun secretly shredded meat, make complaints about meat dishes.

However, when it rained in the mountains, it was really cold. He also planned to start and taste the food in this space.

However, at this moment, there was a "grunt" in his ear. When he looked at it, he was staring at the porridge and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Feng Jun takes a look at elder sister lang. before she can speak, elder sister Lang reaches out her hand and grabs her younger brother's ear. She mumbles and says something quickly. She looks unhappy.

Feng Jun is a little used to this kind of words now. I can roughly tell that sister Lang is scolding my younger brother and saying that you should not be so shameful. It's not like you didn't have dinner at night.

It can be seen that the Lang family's tutor is strict, and his younger brother is afraid to reply. He immediately turns his eyes away, but within two seconds, he can't help but peek at the porridge secretly.

How can I taste it when you stare at me like this? Feng Jun touched his chin, reached into his backpack and tossed it. When he took it out again, he had a dark strip on his hand, which was the chocolate he was carrying with him.

He handed the strip to his younger brother, and made a bite with his other hand - it was food.

But Lang Xiaodi put his hands behind him and looked down on his sister timidly.

Langdamei's face was slightly red, "don't pay attention to him. He has already eaten, but he is greedy."

"It's OK," Feng Jun replied with a smile. Xin said that if you don't let him eat chocolate, I can't eat.

Langdamei hesitated for a moment, it is estimated that the chocolate is not big, so she slightly raised her chin, "thank you brother first."

"Thank you, brother," Lang muttered, then reached out his hands and took the chocolate respectfully.

All the chocolates Feng Jun brought down the mountain this time were packed.

There is a little rain on Lang's hand, and it's really not cold, so as soon as he took the chocolate, the chocolate left a touch of brown and black on his hand.

As soon as he raised his hand, he put out his little red tongue and licked the brown and black in his palm.

The next moment, Lang Xiaodi's body was shocked, and he stayed there. His eyes were staring at him, and his face was flushed: he had never eaten anything so delicious.

Elder sister Lang is also very curious about what this dark brown thing is, so she has been staring at her brother.

When she saw her brother's reaction, she subconsciously turned her head and looked at Feng Jun in amazement: what did you give him?

Feng Jun smile spread his hands, "more delicious food, can quickly add physical strength."

Langdamei is still a little worried, but she thinks that the other party really has no reason to harm herself. She can't say that she can't give her younger brother a hard look. She says that it's a shame for our Lang family to see your promise.

Where can Lang Xiaodi be ashamed? He was stunned for a long time before he could react. Then he opened his mouth and put chocolate in his mouth as soon as he raised his hand.

However, just as he was about to enter, he hesitated and changed his mind. He carefully bit a piece the size of a soybean from the chocolate and held it in his mouth without chewing.

After about five or six seconds, he turned around and thrust the chocolate into his brother's mouth. "Brother, don't bite too much."

Lang's eldest brother's eyes have long radiated the light of hunger and thirst, but at this moment, he still looked at Feng Jun first: This is what you gave my brother, can I eat it?

With a smile, Feng Jun took out two pieces of chocolate from his bag, one for brother Lang and the other for sister Lang.

Brother Lang and sister Lang are also learning from their younger brother. They nibble a small piece carefully. At the next moment, their eyes are narrowed, and they have a strong sense of happiness in their hearts.

Feng Jun looked at their satisfied smile and was very happy. For a moment, he forgot to drink porridge.

After she took a bite of chocolate, she didn't take another bite. Instead, she squatted down, pulled a wide blade of grass, carefully wrapped the chocolate and put it into her arms.

"Well "No way," Feng Jun said, waving his hand. "This chocolate, afraid of heat, will melt It's like ice. "

He even said with a gesture, Lang finally understood what he meant, so she took the straw bag out of her arms, and her face could not help but blush: you actually said my chest was hot?

Feng Jun didn't care about this. Instead, he looked at Lang Xiaodi and said with a smile, "this one is also afraid of water. Don't get caught in the rain."

Lang nodded busily, raised his hand and bit it carefully.

It is elder brother Lang to remind aloud, "elder brother, drink porridge quickly, want to cool."

Feng Jun felt that it was not very hot when he touched the earthen jar. He simply didn't use chopsticks. He picked up the earthen jar and tried to have a drink.

The smell How to put it? It's a bit fishy and spicy. If you can drink a few mouthfuls, you can get rid of the chill.However, the fishy smell is slightly heavier. Although there are some unknown seasonings in it, the porridge is too light to suppress the smell.

Too light? This is a problem. Feng Jun reaches into his backpack and takes out a small plastic bottle, which is salt.

In this space, he is very concerned about salt supplement. He can drink water, but in the Gobi, he is sweating several times every day. In order to prevent electrolyte imbalance, he has to supplement a lot of salt.

Feng Jun unscrewed the cap, sprinkled a pinch of salt into the soup, and then tightened the cap.

Looking at the white powder in the bottle, Lang couldn't help swallowing his saliva, "Gulu".

Feng Jun picked up the chopsticks, stirred them twice in the earthen jar, then picked up the earthen jar and drank it.

After drinking most of the porridge, he put down the jar, belched contentedly, and took a long breath.

I can see that little brother Lang wants to know what the white powder is, but in the end, big sister Lang asks, "what kind of condiment is that?"

Feng Jun gave her a smile, "salt, salt to eat."

Then she asked incredulously, "salt "White?"

"The salt is refined," Feng Jun nodded with a smile

But she didn't care about "refining" or anything. Instead, she made an action with her hand, and her eyes were wide open. "You let go So much? "

It turns out that salt is an expensive commodity in this village. As we all know, salt is necessary for the body, but there is no salt producing area around, so we can only tolerate the high price of salt.

Because of this, everyone's taste is relatively light, and some people even drink animal blood to supplement salt.

In Lang's opinion, it's too wasteful and extravagant for her to put "so much salt" into such a small pot of porridge.

As for the color of salt, "refining" or something is not so important.

Feng Jun is not willing to say anything about salt after he understands the situation. He asks himself that he is not a selfish person. However, he risked his life to save Lang Damei today, but he was ignored by the village. It's strange that he felt comfortable.

Just like in the world of the earth, when giving up a seat to an old man on a bus, he doesn't have to ask the other person to say "thank you", even if he gives a smile or nods his head - this means that you have received my kindness.

Some people sit down and don't even look at you. They look as if they should. Will people who give up their seats feel comfortable?

The so-called goodwill is supposed to be mutual.

This small lake village treats him so coldly, why does he have to stick his hot face on his cold ass?

Although Lang Damei is a girl, her thoughtlessness is comparable to her strong thighs. Instead of talking about chocolate or salt, she explains why the village is indifferent to him.

Because this is a small village in the mountains. The sky is high and the emperor is far away. Once the mountain bandits are attacked, they can't even hope to help themselves.

So they are naturally wary of outsiders. Some people say that the herdsmen on the grassland are hospitable. It's understandable that although the grassland is also sparsely populated, it's easy to kill but difficult to escape.

It's not the same in the mountains. If you kill anyone, where can you find the corpse? The scene of the day is the best annotation.

Killers in the mountains, it is very easy to hide, just find a stone to crack a drill, who can find it?

Lang said apologetically that strangers are not welcome here, let alone Feng Jun, an obvious stranger.

Feng Jun's heart is still not very good, but since she made an explanation, he can no longer care, "in this case, when the rain stops tomorrow, I'll leave."

"You can't just leave," said Lang, who objected. "Yaling bamboo shoots haven't been sold yet I'll give you half of the money I get. "

"I care about that little money?" Feng Jun laughs with disdain, only to see the popularity of this chocolate, only selling chocolate, I can make a fortune.

As for selling salt, he won't think about it for the moment. There are salt dealers here, and it seems that selling salt is also a profiteering industry. Isn't he just asking for trouble?

Seriously, he wanted to know what the coins were and how to settle down in a larger market town.

Without waiting for him to ask, elder sister Lang said again, "Feng Jun, the utensils you use are very good. You should be a distinguished person, but your hair What's going on? "

Feng Jun looked at her and replied lazily, "I'm wandering around by myself. I think it's troublesome to comb. I've cut it short myself. Can't I?"

When Lang Da Mei heard the speech, she burst into a rage. "Don't you hear about the parents who are physically and physically affected?"

The next moment, she seemed to realize that her tone was not good. After a pause, she lowered her voice and asked, "my father wants to know, are you a hermit or a runaway?"

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