As soon as Canghai sat up from the bed, he saw Ping An stretching his head and leaning on the glass in the window room, staring at him eagerly.

I don’t know how long this guy has been standing at the window, but Cang Hai waved his hand at him, and Ping An happily grinned and trotted into the room.

"Second brother, have you gotten up?"

Cang Hai replied: "It's up!"

Ping An said happily: "Then I'll get you water!"

After saying that, Cang Hai didn't wait for Cang Hai to answer, he ran out again. When Cang Hai was about to put on his clothes, Ping An happened to come back and said to Cang Hai with a smile: "Second brother, I'll put the water at the door for you."

"Thank you for Ping An!" Cang Hai said, and walked towards the door.

When I arrived at the door, I found a little water in the basin on the ground, which was just dipped in the towel. I knew that the water in the village was precious, Canghai didn't say anything, so he wiped his face with a wet towel. As for brushing teeth, it naturally saved. However, Canghai brought mouthwash, unscrewed the cap, and sucked it in his mouth.

Ping An had never seen a blue mouthwash before, and he looked curious with his face as he held the bottle.

Seeing that Ping An was curious, Cang Hai spit out the mouthwash from his mouth, and waved to Ping An. When he came over, he took the bottle and poured a small bottle cap, indicating that he would put it in his mouth.

"Don't swallow it. You can't drink this thing. Just hold it in your mouth and spit it out for a while." Cang Hai said.

As soon as the mouthwash was in his mouth, Ping An frowned. The guy who usually didn't even brush his teeth was probably not used to the smell of alcohol in the mouthwash and was not used to the slight burning feeling.

Ping An whimpered, "Second brother, it's uncomfortable!"

"It's okay, just hold it in a while," Cang Huo said with a smile.

Hearing Canghai say this, Ping An began to endure it.

Hu Shijie walked out with one hand and saw the basin at the door, so he said to Hu Ping'an: "Why did you get such a little water? It's still cold? Go and take the water bottle to add some hot water to your second brother to apply it on your face."

Woo woo!

Hu Ping'an held mouthwash in his mouth. Because Canghai didn't let him vomit, he just kept it honestly, and his words were naturally a little unscrupulous.

"Grandpa Hu, no need, I'll finish washing," Cang Hai replied with a smile.

Hu Shijie asked at the silly grandson: "What are you holding in your mouth!"

"White rinser! Okay, please vomit safely," Cang Hai said.

Hearing Canghai made him vomit, Hu Ping'an immediately pouted and a blue water arrow sprayed out of his mouth.

After spitting out mouthwash, Hu Pingan slapped his mouth, feeling a little unhappy in his mouth, but the smell in his mouth was fragrant, which made him feel very strange.

"Whitewash? What's this?" Hu Shijie was a little curious.

Canghai then made a small bottle of Grandpa Hu and taught him to hold his mouthwash.

When Hu Shijie held it for a while, and when he vomited it out, he suddenly felt that his tone had become much fresher. So the old man took the bottle of mouthwash, looked left and right for a while before saying, "There are so many people in this city! He also uses water for special mouthwash."

"Haiwazi, how much does this bottle cost?"

"About forty," Cang Hai replied.

When Hu Shijie heard this price, his hands holding the bottle shivered: "It's so expensive, it's more than 40 yuan to buy such a little mouthwash. I really don't know what you think. Isn't it two or three yuan for a mouthful just now?"

As he said that, the old man put the mouthwash in his hand on the ground, as if he was afraid of spilling it.

"Haha!" Cang Hai smiled without answering.

"Master, do you smell the fragrance in my mouth?" Ping An was very satisfied with the fragrance in his mouth, so he came to Hu Shijie and opened his mouth to talk to his grandfather to smell the fragrance in his mouth. However, Hu Shijie did not have such interest, so he slapped Ping An on the back of his head and pulled him aside.

"Haiwazi, it's time to have a meal!"

After saying that, Hu Shijie turned around and returned to the room.

Canghai followed into the house and saw that most of the pot of hand-cut noodles were cooked in the pot, not white flour, with a few tender vegetables and slices of fat and thin bacon.

This meal is nothing, but it is quite a bit of food to entertain people in the small village. So Canghai said to Hu Shijie: "Grandpa Hu, this is all a family. Don't be so big. I'll just eat a little bit."

"I've come back for ten years and know that you've eaten well outside. There's nothing good in our village, so just let's just put it in." Hu Shijie said as he put a large bowl of noodles for Canghai and almost half of the bacon into Canghai's bowl.

Men in the northwest eat noodles, and the bowls are quite small. For example, Hu Shijie used a soup bowl for Canghai to serve noodles. It was full at once. If placed in the noodle restaurant in the Magic City, the bowl would be at least divided into four people.

In addition to noodles, garlic is indispensable. Eating noodles with garlic is a standard partner.

"Master, I can't eat such a big bowl!" Cang Hai said with laughter and laughter as he looked at the noodles in his bowl.

Hu Shijie said: "How can a young young man not be able to eat it? You can eat it first, I really can't eat it for Ping An!"

Cang Hai had nothing to say after hearing this, so he squatted directly on the ground in front of the door and started sucking.

Generally speaking, except for drinking, there are no tables, stools and other things. When you hold a bowl, you will squat on your feet and place a head of garlic on your feet and start sucking.

After taking a few bites, Ping An came to Canghai and squatted down. Hu Shijie squatted a little further away, squatted on the edge of the yard, chatting and talking with Li Liren on the lower floor.

The structure of the village is stepped, with layers of caves. The roof of this house is the yard of another house, so you can chat with people below with just stretching your head.

Seeing that Hu Shijie was not paying attention, Canghai gave Ping An half of the noodles and all the bacon in the bowl. The boy was amused and chewed the bacon in big mouthfuls. Although he had a bad mind, the boy also understood what was delicious and knew that this thing could not be discovered by his grandfather, so he ate it so fast that he had eaten it. In less than two minutes, he had half of the sharp noodles he had piled, and as for the bacon, there was not even a diced bit of it left.

After eating, Canghai was ready to visit the grave of his father and grandparents. All paper money and offerings were prepared. Now Canghai lacked a shovel, so it would be better to add some soil to the grave.

As soon as Canghai opened his mouth, Ping'an took a shovel and carried it on his shoulders. It seemed that he planned to go with Canghai.

When Hu Ping'an saw this, he took out a bag from the grain circumference and took out a few persimmon cakes for Cangke to take on.

Just carrying things in Canghai, he walked towards his ancestral tomb with a smile on his face.

The ancestral tomb is not too far from the village. After crossing a mountain valley, it climbs up another slope and is on the southwest side of the hillside. It hasn't been here for ten years, but the tomb is still very obvious. It seems that the villagers and uncles have not taken care of in the years since they have not returned in the Canghai.

When he was placed in the offering, he knelt down on his father's grave seriously, lit the paper money and kowtowed three times to his father respectfully, and then began to talk about his life in the Demon City over the years and his future plans.

Of course, space cannot be said. Although Ping An is a fool, he is not a mute, and he has no mouth. It would be bad if he says it out.

After staying at my father's grave for about ten minutes, Canghai was about to transfer to the joint burial grave of my grandfather and grandmother to continue to pay tribute.

"Ping An, why are you standing there?"

He was about to add soil to his grandparents' grave, but Canghai found that Ping'an was still dazed by his father's grave, so he opened his mouth and shouted.

"Second brother!"

Ping An was a little embarrassed and refused to come over.

Seeing Ping'an's appearance, Canghai realized that this kid was reluctant to leave the offering.

The custom of the old villagers, as long as the sacrifices were enjoyed by ancestors, the "leftover" could be eaten by the children and grandchildren. Ping An is not the first time he visited the grave, so he naturally looked at the fruits and pastries placed on the grave of Canghai's father.

"Eat!"

Cang Hai nodded, Ping An took action like lightning, took a piece of peach pastry and put it in his mouth. Soon, not only was he chewing one in his mouth, but his hands were not idle either. In an instant, the paper box containing peach pastry was empty.

Cang Hai turned around and took the shovel, began to pile up soil for his grandparents' grave, piled up new soil, then set up offerings, and began to burn paper and kowtow.

After the grandparents are finished, the grandparents' graves will naturally be added. However, the grandparents' graves will be simpler. The offerings have changed from six to four, and as for incense, wine, etc., it is naturally indispensable.

After fiddling with it, it took more than an hour to dig a piece of soil and press large printed paper on three graves. Only then did the whole grave formally walk down.

Canghai had packed up, and Ping'an had already used his outer jacket to sweep away the sacrifices in front of the three graves, and carried them all on his shoulders as if they were packed.

This is the custom of these things, so Canghai was not angry. He carried a shovel and returned to the village with peace that he kept silent along the way.

The main thing is that the matter is completed, and it will not take a short time to open a kiln, so Canghai decided to go back to the town in the afternoon, and go to the town the day after tomorrow to ask about renting a land, then turn back to the Demon City, and then kill the United States to suck the big tree in the United States.

When I heard that Canghai was leaving, the old men in the village naturally gathered again at noon. After eating, they prepared some local products for Canghai and watched Canghai leave.

The one who was most reluctant to leave Canghai was naturally Ping An. He grabbed Canghai's clothes with tears in his eyes and refused to let go. Finally, Hu Shijie slapped his hand and then let go.
Chapter completed!