Su Qingxian took the children to find bamboo fungus and dig bamboo shoots in several bamboo forests at the foot of the mountain. Xiaobao followed the boys to catch bamboo rats and had a lot of fun.

No one picks bamboo fungus. Although it is not the spring when it grows most vigorously, there are still many in the bamboo forest.

The girl has worked with the adults at home since she was a child, with quick hands and feet, peeling bamboo leaves to find bamboo fungus, and finding them one by one is accurate.

This job really takes little kids to do. Adults grow too tall and bend over repeatedly, afraid that their waists will not be able to stand it. Once people get tired, they will not be very careful when they find things.

Moreover, adults are heavy-handed, no less slight than young children.

After Su Qingma taught, the bamboo fungus that the girls picked were removed from the bottom of the fungus cords, and the black veil on the top was also removed.

The remaining mushroom skirt and mushroom shank were very clean, not even a little sludge was stained, and the mushroom shank was not torn off.

It is clean and beautiful, and it is placed in the basket one by one. After a while, several baskets were picked.

The boys were also very good at catching bamboo rats and digging bamboo shoots. They caught more than a dozen bamboo rats, and they dug a bunch of bamboo shoots, just like a hill.

If Su Qingma hadn't said she would keep the bamboos growing in spring, she would probably have dug a lot of them.

When it arrived in Shen, Su Qingma decided to take the children back to the village.

The children were reluctant to leave and were very happy to play. Xiaobao was covered in mud and had a dirty face. He also held the bamboo and refused to return.

After being taught a lesson by Su Qingma, she had to follow the village with her mouth pouting.

Su Qingma coaxed the children and said that they would make delicious food for them, so the children sucked their saliva and followed them down the mountain.

Before the women who drove the mountain went down the mountain, the children were carrying bamboo shoots and rats to Su Qingma's home.

Su Qingma directed the children to clean bamboo fungus and peel bamboo shoots.

I was worried when I looked at the bamboo rat.

She doesn't know, and she doesn't dare to do it.

Fortunately, half-grown children in the village have already started, so a few boys volunteered to catch more than ten bamboo rats to deal with.

This made Su Qingma breathe a sigh of relief and planned to let them eat more later.

Lu and Ruyi followed the woman who was rushing into the mountain and did not come back. Su Qingma decided to show her skills to the children today.

Although Su Qingma has never cooked since the Lu family and his daughter came to her, her cooking skills are still good. The Biru family and his daughter are willing to put on various seasonings.

Today’s supper is absolutely fresh. It’s the harvest in the mountains today. Oil-squashed bamboo shoots, fresh bamboo shoots stewed bamboo rat meat, bamboo fungus and bamboo shoots soup, which is simple, but it makes more than a dozen babies so delicious.

Everyone eats it so well that their stomachs are round.

"Xiaobao, your meal is so delicious!"

More than a dozen children nodded: "Well, Xiaobao, the food your mother cooks is so delicious. How great it would be if she could eat every meal!"

"I also want to eat every meal. The meal my mother cooks is not delicious at all."

"Then we will dig bamboo shoots tomorrow and catch bamboo rats for Aunt Su, and let her help with it?"

Several children thought they were very quiet, but Su Qingmu heard it from the side.

I couldn't help but laugh.

A meal won the hearts of a group of kids.

Su Qingxian and the kids were eating delicious bamboo shoots, drinking bamboo fungus soup that was so fresh that their eyebrows were about to fall off, and eating bamboo rat meat with oily mouths, Lu Bocheng was also eating.

It’s just that two gray steamed buns as big as fists, plus a bowl of oily and vegetable leaves, and boiled water-like clear soup is his supper.

Lu Bocheng took two steamed buns from the kitchen, made a bowl of soup, poured the soup into a bamboo tube, and carried it to the city tower.

The weather gradually became colder. The wind at the border made people's faces hurt.

Lu Bocheng sat down at the battlement on the city tower, leaned against the city wall, and looked outside the city wall. There was a wilderness in front of him, and there were not many trees, all of them were Gobi. From time to time, a strong wind blew, rolling up dust and rushing towards him.

Walking dozens of miles further will be the territory of Tubo.

Tubo is now fighting in the internal strife and has no time to challenge them, which allows him to calm down for a while.

Lu Bocheng leaned against the battlements, bent one foot and stretched the other forward. There was no light in his eyes, only the Gobi Desert in the sky.

The bamboo tube was placed beside him. He held a gray steamed bun and ate it from time to time, looking in the direction of Tubo in front. The other steamed bun was put in his arms. He was about to wait until the food on his hands was finished before taking it out.

Otherwise, the wind will become hard when it blows, and your cheeks will hurt.

With the sound of footsteps, Lu Bocheng turned his head and saw that it was a goat, his eyes turned back.

"General, you just eat this?" Gouwa looked at him with some distress.

"I'm still a general." Lu Bocheng didn't look at him, stuffed the gray steamed bun in his hand into his mouth and took a bite.

The dog baby felt uncomfortable watching.

He sat down beside him: "I like to call you general. You will always be the general of Gouwa."

After looking at his hands, he became excited again: "General, I brought you meat! Look, there are several pieces! It's so oily, you must like it!"

Lu Bocheng only glanced at it and didn't answer: "You eat."

"I have it, this is for you."

While saying that, he wanted to snatch the steamed buns in his hand, but Lu Bocheng flashed, but he didn't let him grab them.

Gouwa took the opportunity to take out the other from his arms, broke it into two halves, and clamped a few pieces of large meat inside, and handed it to him.

"Give it to General, you can eat it. It's delicious. You have worked so hard to guard the city walls, how can you not eat some oil and water?"

It took just so long that I lost so much weight. My face was chapped by the wind, and blood could be seen.

Lu Bocheng looked at the steamed buns held to his mouth, with oily meat in the middle, and the oil flowed onto the steamed buns.

He sighed and must have saved it from his own.

"General, please eat it. I will follow the adults and eat it without shortage of meat."

Lu Bocheng thought about it and took it.

Gouwa was very happy to see him pick him up, so he also took half of the steamed buns he had left, broke them in half, and grabbed the meat in. He was about to hand it to him after he finished eating.

The two sat at the battlement of the city wall. Gouwa looked at Lu Bocheng and silently finished eating two steamed buns, and raised the corners of his mouth.

He looked down again and asked him: "General, why don't you want to be an adult's personal soldier? If you are an adult's personal soldier, you don't have to go to the city wall to get some steam and eat dirt."

Lu Bocheng said in a light tone: "Someone must guard the city."

But why is it you?

You are the general who commands the army and shouldn't have come to guard the city wall. Gouwa felt very uncomfortable.

The two of them became silent again and felt uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Gouwa slapped his head: "Oh, I almost forgot about the big thing."

Lu Bocheng looked at him.

"General, you have your letter!"

My letter! Lu Bocheng was immediately excited.

Gouwa took out a thick letter from his arms and gave it to Lu Bocheng.

Lu Bocheng quickly took it over, looking at the familiar handwriting on the envelope, his eyes immediately became wet.

I stared at me for a while, touched me again and again, and my hands were so trembling that I couldn't open it.

"General, don't you open it and see?"

Lu Bocheng wiped his tears and hurriedly turned around and opened the letter with his hands trembling.

Gouwa muttered dissatisfiedly: "I can't read." Why are you carrying me on your back?

Sad.

Why didn't anyone write to him? I don't know if the family is good. Gouwa looked at the wilderness in front of the city wall and felt a little disappointed.
Chapter completed!