Chapter 3 I’ll go out to eat later

Coming out of San Wan Bu Port, seeing that it was getting late, I made an appointment quickly. It was past five o'clock, and Shi Lan had to rush home to cook for her father.

As he walked, he thought about the conversation he had just had with Zhongli.

The man had an extraordinary appearance, and his calm and calm appearance put a lot of pressure on him. Although he spoke in a pleasant manner, the questions he asked were very crucial.

Regarding the battle between Ruo Tuo and the Emperor, Shi Lan's theory that he saw it from the Library Pavilion is naturally false.

Shi Lan didn't know why he had so many messy memories, but even if he knew about Ruo Tuo, besides Ruo Tuo, there were many, many memories.

He doesn't plan to tell anyone about this secret for the time being.

When he got home and opened the door, as soon as he entered the house, the strong smell of medicine hit his nostrils. He couldn't stand in the house. Shi Lan couldn't help but wave his hand to fan the smell and opened the window to get some air.

The house is not very big. There is only one table when you enter the door. Looking to the right is Dad's bed, and the small bed on the left is his. There are two old screens between it and the living room.

The end of his bed faces the kitchen door, and the kitchen has a back door that leads directly to the small yard behind the house.

Originally, Shi Lan slept in a small room on the second floor, but she had to take care of Shi Shan. It was inconvenient for Shi Shan to go up and down the stairs at night, so she had to set up a small bed on the other side.

"You don't even open the windows. The smell of medicine in this room is bad enough. You still smoke secretly. Don't forget that you have a son. I can't live here anymore?"

Shi Lan complained unceremoniously to his father who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and pretending to be asleep.

His father is in a miserable state now. His head is wrapped in gauze, his legs are in plaster, and he is suspended by a cloth strap hanging from the beam. He looks miserable.

Hearing this, Dad opened one eye and glanced at Shi Lan, and hummed: "I'm injured and can't move. Can't you be considerate?"

Shi Lan twirled the scattered tobacco on the table and said angrily: "You can get up and roll tobacco leaves but you can't open the window, right?"

Shi Shan trembled with anger: "Look, this is what people say! Don't you know that I feel sorry for your father? I've only been falling for a few days and you're talking to me like this! I don't even dare to do anything to me in a few days.

think……"

“Then who rolled your cigarettes??”

Shishan fell silent for a moment, humming and not speaking.

The father and son fell into silence again.

Shi Lan, a thirteen-year-old kid, lives on the street of Chihuyan in Liyue Port. If you still don’t know where his home is, you can say this: He lives next door to Wanmin Hall, and there is a place between the two houses.

Su Erniang was selling offal at the stall, and those who heard about it were suddenly enlightened.

Shi Lan grew up in Liyue. Apart from going to the mountains with her father to collect herbs, Shi Lan rarely traveled far. The farthest places were to Guiliyuan to touch fish, shrimps and river mussels, or to catch fish and hunt in the suburbs of Lisha.

Very comfortable.

Apart from him, there is only one father who took care of him when he grew up, and there is no one else in the family.

Shi Lan is a child his father picked up from outside. Who are his biological parents? He doesn't know, and neither does his father.

Shi Lan's father is Shi Shan, an ordinary Liyue native. His wife left early and he was alone without any children. Later, he picked up an orphan and named him Shi Lan. Now nearly half a hundred people can be regarded as having family support.

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In his early years, Shishan was mining in the Strata Rock Abyss. Later, he was trapped for half a month after a mine collapsed. Although a team of miners were eventually rescued, the encounter left him with a psychological shadow. In case of death,

Left underground, what should this little Shi Lan do at home?

In the past, I could go out with a light and no worries. Now that I have Shi Lan to take care of, I have more worries. I can no longer risk my life to make money. After much thought, I quit the mining team and relied on my own experience.

Went up the mountain to collect herbs.

Shi Shan is very familiar with the landscape outside Liyue, and the quality of the herbs he picks is also very good. Every time he comes back from the mountain, he can earn a good income, which is enough to keep the whole family alive.

However, mistakes are made by man and horse by horse. Even though we left the rock abyss because it was too dangerous, collecting herbs is not foolproof.

A few days ago, Shishan went up the mountain to collect glass bags in the rain and accidentally slipped and fell down the mountain. He broke his leg. Even if Baizhu took action, he still has to lie down for how long with such a serious injury that damages his muscles and bones.

Shi Lan stood at the bedside and inspected Shi Shan's injuries.

There are also some scratches on the forehead, arms and arms.

Fortunately, the recovery is not bad.

Shi Lan felt relieved and then complained: "If you don't listen to me, how many molas can you sell for that glass bag? What will I do if you can't come back?"

Shishan's nose felt sour and he pretended to wipe his tears: "That's so good. Dad is very touched. Then it must be okay for your good son to help dad roll a cigarette, right?"

Shi Lan: "???"

With a soft sigh, Shi Lan picked up Shi Shan's pipe from the bedside, knocked out the ash inside, and put it into the trash can. Then he took out the lunch box, which contained three bowls of rice dumplings obtained from Hong Kong.

"Eat a little first, I'll cook you some rice porridge later."

Shi Shan smelled the faint smell of alcohol in the fermented rice balls, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He sat up in shock as he was dying of illness, picked up his lunch box and took a sniff. He was about to eat when he suddenly thought of something.

"You haven't eaten yet?"

Shi Lan smiled. Although his father was careless, he was also careless, and he said: "Don't worry, you will be full."

Seeing that Shi Lan didn't look like he was lying, Shi Shan started to speak, drank up the soup base, then slowly ate the dumplings, and burped with satisfaction.

Then he lay down weakly and hummed: "After all, it's not real wine. This kind of wine is only to satisfy the craving, not satisfying..."

Shi Lan, who was rolling a cigarette, slapped the table angrily: "You still want to drink, but you don't have to worry about how many legs you have. Let me tell you, I dug out all the wine in your yard and sold it. Just drink it secretly."

Forget it."

"Ah??" Shi Shan was dumbfounded: "Are you still my son?"

Shi Lan said without looking back: "I've already given you a lot of respect without selling your tobacco. Baizhu has told me not to touch tobacco, alcohol, or spicy food. Look, there are still a few you haven't touched."

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"Oh, that's alright, it's good to sell it...just to get through this period of time..."

Shishan pulled up the quilt and pretended to hum, saying that it hurt here and there, and said that it would take two sips of wine to cure it..."

"You would have felt better if you took two less puffs of cigarettes."

“It’s uncomfortable if you don’t smoke!”

Shi Lan sighed lightly, it was really difficult to deal with such an anxious father.

After all, the wine was naturally not sold. It was Shishan's treasure. It was just placed in the yard to prevent him from getting greedy. When he was not at home, he got up and drank secretly. Shi Lan had no choice but to move them to another place.

Hiding it and saying selling it only temporarily stopped his idea of ​​stealing wine.

As for cigarettes, he couldn't hide them even if he wanted to.

Shi Shan always smokes tobacco that he picks himself, hiding piles here and there. He has cleaned the house long ago, but he can still smell the smell of cigarette smoke throughout the house after returning several times.

He had no choice but to give up and let his father smoke. It didn't matter if he wasn't at home. Naturally, he would have to think of some solutions at home, such as changing the raw materials.

"Smoke it."

After rolling up the cigarette, Shi Shan couldn't wait to take it, picked up the fire stick, lit it, and then took two puffs.

"Good son, my father's love for you has not been in vain..."

After taking a puff, Shishan squeaked, and looked at the pipe in his hand doubtfully, feeling that there was something wrong with the cigarette.

"Why does it smell sweet?"

Shi Lan was busy cooking and had no time to pay attention to him.

He wouldn't say that he rolled up half of the dried sweet flower petals inside...

Pour water into the pot, pour some washed rice into it, light the stove, cover the pot, and plan to cook some rice porridge.

He can cook hot dishes, but Shi Shan was injured not long ago and needs some light food that won't irritate the wound. Rice porridge is the most suitable and simple.

While cooking, I heard Shishan shout again: "There are glass bags hanging in the yard. Remember to take them back to avoid getting caught in the rain at night. These are top-quality goods that open in the rain. When you go back to sell them, go directly to Baizhu."

Don't look for Xiao Gui, the young man doesn't know the goods, if he waits for the goods to check out, I will be angry to death."

"I know." Shi Lan took the time to reply.

Shishan felt relieved and took another puff from the cigarette bag. After that, his face looked strange and he felt bad. Why does this cigarette get weirder the more he smokes it? Is there something wrong with my taste?

Thinking of this, he turned pale, knocked on his pipe, put out the cigarette, and lay down doubting life.

Shi Lan didn't know that he had added Tiantianhua in it, which scared Shi Shan so much that he just went about his own business.

After lighting the fire on the stove, I went to the yard to collect the glass bags and then chopped firewood.

Splitting firewood is very difficult for ordinary children, but it is very easy for Shi Lan. His strength is far beyond that of his peers, and even stronger than ordinary adults.

Living is simply a matter of having hands.

I chopped some firewood, moved a bunch of firewood and put it in the kitchen, and piled the rest under the eaves and covered it with a raincloth. After all this work, it was completely dark.

Shi Lan put the rice porridge on the bedside and helped spread the tablecloth on the quilt. Then Shi Shan sat up and drank slowly, completely different from when he was eating rice dumplings with fermented rice.

"You eat first, and I'll go to the backyard to make some medicine for you."

"Wait a minute, this porridge has no flavor at all. Does it have any flavor at all?"

"Here."

Shi Lan brought out a basin of pickles.

"Just eat it, it's delicious."

"Why don't you eat?"

"I'll go out to eat delicious food later."

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