This is how Old Man Jiang wanders around the village, occasionally telling people that he lives on the mountain behind the village, and his appearance is irregular, sometimes wandering around the village every day for a month, sometimes disappearing for a month or two. (The fastest update speed, remember this site to find this site)

People believe what he says about living in the mountains, he has been here for 5 years, and people still know a little about him, and they find that this old man Jiang is not lying, and he doesn't want to say things.

In addition, most of the people in the village thought that he was a poor wandering old man, and seeing that the village was relatively rich and had a good heart, he stayed here.

Actually, I have to say that this is a reason.

After smoking a cigarette and it was getting a little brighter, my dad got up, simply tucked his pants into his socks, and continued walking.

The road on the mountain is not easy to walk, and there are still many places where there is no road at all, my dad turned slowly all the way, and before I knew it, 3 or 4 hours passed, and I didn't even see the shadow of the old man Jiang.

But fortunately, today is a rare sunny day in winter, and my dad's mood is quite cheerful under the warm sunshine, and he didn't complain too much, just thinking about finding a clean place, eating dry food, looking for it in the afternoon, and then going back before dinner.

"If you don't find it, keep looking for it tomorrow, and you can always find it in a few more days, maybe if you're lucky, you can meet it in the village." After taking a sip of mountain spring water, my dad said to himself that there were no voices in the mountains, and it should be a relief to say something by himself.

The mountain spring water is sweet, this big mouth is poured down, it is really to quench fatigue and quench thirst, thinking that this place is good, eat steamed buns with mountain spring water, it is also extraordinarily sweet, my dad decided to eat dry food here.

But not long after I sat down, as soon as the steamed buns were taken out, my dad heard an out-of-tune mountain song, coupled with the broken gong voice, which simply affected people's appetite.

But my dad is happy, he is too familiar with this kind of tune, who is it not Old Man Jiang? When he was wandering around the village, he didn't sing a lot of mountain songs that were out of tune, and he didn't let the villagers listen to his broken gong voice less, and it was difficult to be unfamiliar with it at all.

"Old man Jiang, old man Jiang" my dad opened his throat and shouted loudly, after all, the mountains are spreading, the mountain road is tortuous, and my dad only hears his voice at this time, and does not see him.

After shouting a few times, I heard a neutral voice behind the mountain road next to my father: "Eh, who called me?" ”

"Old man Jiang, this way, this way" my dad shouted happily, crashing and jumping, as if he had seen his relatives in the Eighth Route Army.

Following my father's voice, after a while, the old man Jiang came out of the mountain road behind him, God knows where he was wandering on this mountain, and he happened to meet my father.

It's still that dirty, even a little obscene. In their opinion, the so-called master is to have a good 'appearance', such as the fairy wind bones, such as the crane hair and childish face, no matter how bad it is, it is also an unfathomable look, and the living do not enter.

However, the above has nothing to do with Old Man Jiang.

But my father, who was already sick and rushed to the doctor, could not take care of this, even if Widow Zhou told him that a pig was a master, he could still see the appearance of a master at the moment.

"Old man Jiang" As soon as my father saw the figure of the old man Jiang, he immediately ran over, stood in front of the old man Jiang, and couldn't help but change his voice and shouted: "Master Jiang"

The old man Jiang didn't look half surprised, and he didn't ask my dad what was wrong, the old god was enjoying my dad's respectful attitude, and when my dad finished shouting with a smile, he raised one of his hands and said, "Give me steamed buns to eat, do you have kimchi?" ”

He raised his hand, and my dad was startled, what is this? A 'rope' almost hit his face, and if he looked closely, the old man Jiang was holding a soft bamboo leaf in his hand.

Sichuan bamboo, bamboo leaf green is a common poisonous snake, but it is not common, its poison is not strong, but it is extremely poisonous, the mountain people about bamboo leaf green legends can be more.

This old man Jiang my dad can't say anything superfluous, he can get hibernating snakes, and he also specializes in poisonous snakes, he really has the ability, thinking about the old man Jiang's natural nature, my dad doesn't doubt that this bamboo leaf green is what he used to eat.

I thought about it, but my dad still respectfully handed over the steamed bun and explained: "I'm afraid that the kimchi will change its flavor after a long time, so I didn't clip it, and Master Jiang will eat it." ”

Old man Jiang was not polite, sat on the ground with a 'snap', threw the bamboo leaf green in his hand, which was estimated to have been shaken apart from the bones of his whole body, on the ground, took the steamed bun and started eating.

My dad wondered why he didn't use his other hand to start with the hand that had caught the snake, but he couldn't laugh and found that the old man Jiang was carrying a pheasant in his other hand.

At that time, there were still a lot of pheasants and hares in the mountains and forests, and even foxes and monkeys could be seen, but after three years of starvation, they disappeared a lot.

Thinking of this, my dad looked at the old man Jiang with a smile, at this time, this person who had no image in front of him and ate steamed buns was simply the embodiment of an immortal.

After eating a steamed bun, the old man Jiang clapped his hands, grabbed his beard casually, and drank the mountain spring water, and after drinking it, he hiccuped, and my father hurriedly handed over another steamed bun.

Old man Jiang was not polite, he grabbed it and ate it, and finally after eating the steamed buns, Old Man Jiang patted his stomach, stood up, and said: "It's good to have kimchi, this Sichuan kimchi is crisp and sour, and a little spicy, and it's delicious." ”

"Then you go to my house to eat, how many packets are enough!" My dad was really sad and didn't know how to speak, and mentioned the old man Jiang to mention the kimchi, and quickly said that he couldn't wait to get the old man Jiang to my house at this time.

"Kimchi? Call me for help, and send me away with kimchi? Do you want to be beautiful? Old man Jiang looked disdainful, grabbed the bamboo leaf green on the ground casually, and stuffed the pheasant in his hand into my father's hand.

My dad listened to Old Man Jiang's words, it was like meeting a fairy, he couldn't react for a while, so he had to be stupid, and subconsciously took what Old Man Jiang handed over.

"The viper is the most delicious, and it is best to stew it with this pheasant. Remember to simmer over low heat, when you have enough to simmer. In addition, if you have any delicious food at home, you will take out all the dishes to entertain me, and I will also drink wine, not bottled wine sold outside, but drink good home-made wine. I'll come to your house tomorrow at noon, and I'm leaving!" After speaking, the old man Jiang turned around and left.

Leaving my dad stunned, he was still there in a daze.

My dad came home in the afternoon.

As soon as my mother opened the door, my father rushed into the house, ignoring my mother's surprised gaze, threw the pheasant and bamboo leaf green in his hand to the ground, and dragged my mother's arm into the house.

"I said Lao Chen, what are you doing here? Went hunting in the mountains? Why don't you get down to business? "When my mom saw what my dad threw in the yard, she was angry and scolded immediately.

My dad was so anxious that he couldn't explain it, so he pulled my mom closer to the house, and when the door was closed, my dad said, "What am I hunting?" Do you think I have what it takes? Do you think I'll leave our son alone and have the time to go hunting? ”

My dad asked a stack of questions, which confused my mom, yes, my dad is not such an unreliable person.

"Pour me a glass of water first, and I'll tell you slowly, this time I really met a master!"

An hour later.

First of all, my dad went out with the food.

Then my mom went to the yard and dealt with the chickens and snakes.

In those days, it was not uncommon for rural people to eat snakes, and how to deal with poisonous snakes, my mother was still handy.

Two hours later, a bamboo leaf and a pheasant were cleaned by my mother, and the snow-white snake meat and fresh chicken were packed in two pots by my mother, covered with a plastic bag, and then tied up.

Then, my mother put the two pots in a wooden basin, went to the well in the backyard, tied the basins to the well rope, and then hung the pot of meat down, stopping about 10 centimeters above the water.

In the end, my mother laboriously moved a large stone and covered it on the well, so that there was no gap.

The well is my family's natural refrigerator, and my parents have always thought that the things kept in the well are the freshest, and tomorrow the master will come to eat, and my mother is not lazy at all.

After all this, my mother broke the basket again and went to the bamboo forest on the back slope, the current winter bamboo shoots are excellent, my mother is going to get some.

My mom had just finished picking the bamboo shoots when she saw my dad coming back, and my mom asked anxiously, "Did you get the meat back?" ”

Rural people don't have meat tickets, and everything that can't be eaten after killing pigs is made into bacon, and they have to exchange food for fresh meat, and it is unjustifiable to entertain guests without meat.

But even then, the meat is not easy to get.

My dad went to the town in a hurry to run back and forth, it was hard for him to sweat all over the winter, he said happily: "I got it, a pound of meat, it's very smooth." ”

"Alas, once the grain is exchanged, this little bit of meat will be replaced" My mother was distressed in the end.

"Okay, for the sake of my son, what is this bit of food, as long as people come to our house to eat a good meal, it's interesting enough." My dad was overjoyed, and the old man Jiang's sentence of asking for help made my dad think that he had met a real master.

None of that counted, and then my dad ran to the river, and anyway he was going to do his best for tomorrow.

In the evening, my dad got two fresh river fish and went out again.

"Lao Chen, you haven't eaten, where are you going to rush here?" My mother took the river fish and threw it directly into the water tank, and when she saw that my father was going out again, she couldn't help but ask suspiciously.

"Go get some yellow eel, you know that my skill in stir-frying yellow eel is excellent, and I must satisfy Master Jiang and Jiang to eat it." My dad seemed to be in a state of extreme euphoria.

"It's winter, it's not summer, where are you going to get yellow eels?" My mom couldn't stop crying.

"Who said you can't get it in winter, it hides under the mud and sleeps in winter, it's just hidden deep, don't worry, I can get it." My dad was full of confidence.