This place is generally beautiful with mountains and clear waters, it is indeed very beautiful, the mountains are stacked on top of each other, a vast expanse, but it can satisfy people's imagination of fairyland.

But the area at the foot of the mountain where we are is is like a ghost shaving his head, it is a large area of scorched yellow soil, the hot air seems to be beginning to deform, full of devastation, the ground is either bird corpses, or dead branches, this large wasteland, almost catching up with the Etuji desert.

It's hot.

Dumb Balan was the first to jump out of the car - he didn't know when to change into a short skirt and high-heeled sandals, and shook off the sweat from his long hair: "Is this place a drought?" ”

Cheng Xinghe also got out of the car: "Curly hair, have you figured it out, we can't be wrong, right?" ”

Xia Mingyuan brushed his sweaty curly hair to the back and stared at the "rag" in his hand: "It stands to reason that it's right here......"

"Are you reliable?" The two of them have been fighting all the way: "At a glance, you are like a wronged leader, and you are being treated as a toad." ”

Xia Mingyuan stiffened his neck and said, "There must be a formation in this place, let's look for it, we will be able to find it." ”

I got out of the car and stretched—muttering in my heart, the place has arrived, and I haven't met anyone lifting the bar along the way, where can I find the "amulet"?

At a glance, this place is a color steel roof, but there are people living in the smoke, we didn't eat well along the way, I ran to the front to look, and I saw a bun shop in front.

So I took the dumb balan to the bun shop and sat down.

It is said that it is a bun shop, but it is actually an open-air stall, if it is in our county, let the management of the city be lifted in the morning.

Plastic table plastic bench with disposable plastic tablecloth on top, cheap at first glance.

Mute Baran sat down with me, and a man appeared behind the huge steamer, with a cautious smile, and held out his hand to gesturing with me.

Is it an old man - wearing an apron, a face exposed to the wind and sun, not young, deaf and mute?

Even if the stall is simple, when you look at the old man dressed up, there is a special feeling of reassurance, although the clothes are old, but they are clean and neat, the line of the trouser pleats is straight, and a white apron is clean and dusty.

It's just that as soon as I glanced at the furnishings of the stall, I knew in my heart that the business in this place must not be very good, a big stone in the southwest, a garbage can in the northeast corner, and the board under the counter has not been repaired.

I knew a little sign language, and as I could tell, he asked us for a few buns.

Xia Mingyuan followed, saw that it was a roadside stall, and frowned first: "That's it?" Hygienic not? ”

This kind of place is deserted, and some of them are good to eat, and they are picky.

It turns out that the buns on this stall have only one kind of filling - pure meat filling.

Five bucks for four.

A few of us asked for a plate, and the buns looked very thoughtful, and the eighteen pleats were neatly blooming.

As soon as you bite into it, it is even more amazing - the dough is fragrant with wheat, the filling inside is fat and thin, smooth and smooth, and when you bite into the gravy, the mellow and rich aroma bursts out between the lips and teeth, and the aftertaste is endless.

It's the first time I've eaten such delicious buns.

The old man who sold steamed buns had been carefully observing our expressions, and when he saw that we were eating happily, he seemed to be relieved.

Cheng Xinghe's eyes were sharp: "This uncle is too careful, his eyes are like looking at a wanted criminal." ”

I also think it's a little strange, but a person has a temperament, and there is nothing to delve into, I ate while playing clumsy sign language, and asked the old man if he knew about the "ferry door"?

The old man looked at my sign language with a blank face, and Cheng Xinghe hit me with his shoulder: "Qixing, your sign language is self-created, right?" It's in its original form. ”

I'm also a little embarrassed, and I said that I haven't bargained with the deaf and dumb old lady who sells eggs for too long, and my sign language has regressed?

Still is...... The old man didn't know what the ferry door said?

Cheng Xinghekou kept saying that men have to be kind to themselves, added two halves of sugar and garlic to themselves, and began to complain to me after two bites: "If you bring a hole boy, you can break it for a while." ”

It's not that I look down on Su Xun, but Xia Mingyuan also said that the array of this ferry gate is more powerful than that of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, Su Xun has seen the formation of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and said that he can't open it, and it is more difficult to open it here, so isn't it even more difficult for him to open?

There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain-I can see that Xia Ming is far from pulling me along, and I am in a hurry.

While we were eating, a few locals came to us, and when we saw that we were eating the old man's steamed buns, there was something wrong with our eyes.

A few of us looked at each other, what's the matter, this old man inherited Sun Erniang's mantle, is he selling human meat buns?

But those people didn't look at us much, and left in a hurry, just like the fire burning the butt in the house, and we didn't catch up to inquire about the ferry door—let me say, it's useless to ask, a ferry door, and when you ask the locals can ask, then where are they?

A group of people were gobbling it up, when a man came to the west.

The man had a striking black plaster on the corner of his mouth, in fact, he was only in his early twenties, but his face was yellow and thin, and he seemed to fall down as soon as the wind blew. ”

The old man looked at the black plaster, and his expression was a little wrong, but he still nodded and brought him four buns.

The black plaster showed the old man the mobile phone, and the old man looked at it and recognized the name of his payee on it, and "collect 5 yuan", and nodded.

The black plaster sat down to eat the buns, and as soon as he ate them, he said lightly and heavily: "This bun, it's okay to eat one, but if you eat two, the taste will be the same, and you can't eat it at all." ”

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth twitched, bouncing the black plaster up and down like a yo-yo.

All four of us looked over - Mute Balan whispered, "Brother, why did he buy four?" ”

Cheng Xinghe hooked the corners of his mouth: "Shhh, listen, there must be something more fun behind him." ”

I also looked at him, the bun was originally a taste, do you expect it to conjure up some flowers, Sakura?

The old man selling steamed buns looked nervous.

I also want to know, there are people at the good end who brush up on bad reviews at your door, which one is happy to do business? Who is not allowed to eat?

And the black plaster continued: "Especially this oil—it's far worse than Yuehuachun's, and eating Yuehuachun's and eating this again—it's almost like chewing mud, disgusting." ”

Joke, Yue Huachun is a national chain of high-end steamed bun shops, the material is luxurious, the price is high, and the supply is limited, although this bun is delicious, but you compare Yue Huachun with it, funny?

Dumb Balan didn't give up: "Then why does he still eat it?" ”

But the old man didn't understand what he was saying, he just kept staring at us.

And the black plaster replied to the old man in a low-key sign language - I could see that it actually meant "delicious".

Oh? He scolded for a long time, and let the old man think that he was praising the old man?

The old man was relieved and nodded and smiled at him.

At this time, a child also came to eat steamed buns, and when he heard his words, he couldn't help it: "I don't think I can say that, this steamed bun is very delicious......

And the black plaster's face sank, and he slapped the table: "What do you little rabbit know?" Do you understand freedom of speech? I'm just telling me what I really think, can you handle it? ”

The child pursed his lips, and finally asked the dumb Balan's words: "Then you don't like it so much, why do you still eat it!" ”

"Fart." The black plaster is even more energetic: "Can you manage it?" The buns I bought with my own money, how unpalatable, I have to eat them all too, is this the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation? As soon as you see that you have no one to raise in your life, you don't understand this, so many nosy things at a young age, it's really a child and a melon seed - you don't have to be idle. ”

The boy thought about it, cried out, and ran back.

The black plaster triumphantly said: "The little bastard raises the bar with me, and I fucking you are a bar." ”

Xia Mingyuan was stunned: "Interesting, this person is at the bottom of the society at a glance, where does he get such a great sense of superiority?" ”

Yes - generally speaking, if you look for superiority everywhere, you must not find superiority in life.

Eat a bun, and you can also watch the jumping clown perform for free, it's really buy one get one free.

But some other people passed by here, and the black plaster began to toss again: "I have never eaten such an unpalatable bun in my life, and I am embarrassed to pay five yuan or four, I have to consider it if I give me money." ”

When the others heard this, they were wary of the bun, turned around and left.

The old man wondered why, but he couldn't find an answer.

At this hour, seeing that the stall was about to close, the old man's buns still couldn't be sold, so the old man simply waved his hand with the black plaster - meaning to give him some and let him take it home to eat.

The black plaster came to the spirit, and the sign language said that how embarrassing it was?

The old man gestured and said that you are an old customer, thank you for helping me promote the buns.

My heart suddenly brightened - damn, my feelings are here to brush up on bad reviews, because the old man's buns can't be sold, and he is cheaper.

The black plaster nodded, his mouth twitched like Zhao Si, and he was about to take the bun, but I grabbed him with one hand.

He was stunned for a moment, and his face was not good: "What are you doing?" ”

I said, "You can send the transfer history again - I think you're like a screenshot." ”

Pay a screenshot once, and the next time it comes out, the vendor who doesn't understand will think that you have paid again, but in fact, it is eating white food.

His expression changed—it seems that I was not mistaken.

Dumb Balan slapped the table and stood up: "This is still a person?" ”

I saw just now that he, like Zhang Man, committed a very heavy oral karma, so he was very difficult, as the saying goes, the mouth of eating people is short, and the corners of his mouth twitched and twitched, which was also retribution.

It's cowardly and evil, stupid and bad, but I'm happy - is it possible, this is the person Lao Huang asked me to find?

It's just that beating the blind and scolding the dumb, kicking the widow's door and digging the grave of the widow are all great sins, and they will be fried in the oil pan when they die, why can this kind of person become a talisman?