Chapter 308 A little familiar
A big pot of medicinal tea, just enough for one bowl per person.

This also made Pan Jun realize that one pot of porridge was definitely not enough.

So he ran up the mountain and carried down the largest pot in the Taoist temple.

Wang Cong, who was practicing, was distracted. Seeing his junior uncle running so happily, he lost the heart to practice anymore. While his father was not paying attention, he also slipped down the mountain.

When Wang Feiyin came out of the pharmacy, he only saw Xiaohong playing under the eaves to avoid the sun.

He threw the rope over the eaves, tied a knot, and sat on it shaking it. Sometimes he put the rope around his neck and let his hands and feet hang down and dangle.

Wang Feiyin: …

Fortunately it was daytime, if it was night, even he would be scared.

Seeing her looking down the mountain from time to time with envy in her eyes, Wang Feiyin thought for a moment and waved at her.

Xiaohong is afraid of Pan Yun, Xuanmiao, and most of all, Wang Feiyin.

So Wang Feiyin waved his hand, and she immediately jumped off the rope and floated over.

Wang Feiyin asked: "Do you want to go down the mountain to play?"

Xiaohong immediately shook her head.

Wang Feiyin felt in his sleeves for a long time before he pulled out a black wooden block the size of a thumb, engraved with intricate runes.

He pinched his fingers and hit Xiao Hong with a stroke, then handed her the black wooden block and said with a smile: "Go if you want to. Junior Sister is in the mountain temple. She is the temple priest. As long as she allows, everything in the world can enter the temple."

"Take this piece of dark wood. There are runes carved on it that will protect you from the scorching sun and the yang energy of people."

Xiaohong reached out to take it in a daze. She was obviously in a floating state and didn't have the yellow talisman on her, but she still reached out and took it.

She quietly reached out to grab the pillar next to her, but missed.

Xiaohong's eyes lit up, which meant that no one could see her, she couldn't touch anything else, and naturally others couldn't touch her.

Wang Feiyin noticed her little action and waved his hand, saying, "If you don't want to work, just tell them directly. They won't force you to work. Go down and play."

Xiaohong squeezed the dark wood tightly, "Play?"

"Yes, young man, have more fun," Wang Feiyin paused and said, "and you have forgotten the past, haven't you? You should play with more people. Maybe you can remember something when you see familiar things."

Xiaohong didn't have much hope of regaining her memory. She was not from Sanqing Mountain, so how could she find familiar things here?

But she was interested in playing.

Xiaohong knelt down and bowed, then happily floated down the mountain.

Two pots of water have been boiled at the foot of the mountain.

Miaohe and Tao Yanbai used their Qinggong skills to run to the market and bought the big bones and meat in less than half an hour. They were now throwing the washed bones into the pot.

Wang Cong happily put out the chopping board, held a kitchen knife in his hand, and was cutting the meat quickly.

Cut the meat into strips, then into dices, and then chop it finely.

There was a strong smell of human beings coming from the main hall of the mountain god temple and the two rooms on the east side. Xiaohong smelled the human scent and was exposed to the sun, but she didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Wang Cong was chopping meat happily when he saw Xiaohong standing on the side of the road. He immediately waved at her, "Xiaohong, come here quickly to avoid the sun."

He turned around and shouted to the mountain temple, "Master Junior, Xiao Hong is here!"

Pan Yun immediately appeared in front of the mountain temple, smiled at Xiaohong, and waved, "Xiaohong, come quickly!"

Xiaohong felt that the solemn and sacred mountain temple seemed to have opened a door towards her and did not seem so scary anymore.

She floated forward carefully and successfully floated from the square filled with fireworks to the front of the main hall.

Pan Yun led her across the threshold, asked her to pay respect to the mountain temple, and pointed to the utility room in the west wing and said, "There are few people there, go there and play."

Xiaohong quickly glanced around the hall and saw two braziers on each side, with eight people sitting beside each brazier. From the corner of her eye, she saw a group of people sitting at the back of the hall.

Five braziers made the room warm. There were two rows of people sitting along the corners, about a dozen people in total, filling the hall.

Xiaohong was stunned by the popularity.

Pan Jun was afraid that she would be angry, so she quickly kicked her out.

Xiaohong went to the storage room in the west wing with a reluctant look on her face, so she didn't notice that the people behind Pan Yun were looking at them with fear and curiosity.

Pan Yun turned around and saw that everyone in the hall was looking up at her, so she raised her eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong? Are you tired?"

The villagers immediately shook their heads. An older woman swallowed and said, "Pan Miaozhu, what were you talking to just now?"

"Oh, it's a friend of mine. She heard that I was going to hold a temple fair, so she came to take a look out of curiosity. Don't worry, you are doing good things for the mountain temple, and the mountain god will bless you."

The villagers were skeptical, "Is the temple keeper a ghost?"

"Is it a ghost?"

"No way, no matter if it's a spirit or a ghost, they can't enter the mountain temple, right?"

Pan Yun did not answer and let them guess.

However, the hall became lively, and everyone was guessing and sewing at the same time, and the speed actually increased.

The water boiled and the bones slowly began to develop flavor. Tao Yanbai added some ginger slices and medicinal herbs to the pot, and after boiling it for another quarter of an hour, he poured in the washed rice.

Stir and cover the pot.

After a quarter of an hour, open it and stir it again.

Wang Cong added more fuel to the fire and stood aside to watch, commenting, "We need to add some green vegetables."

Tao Yanbai: "Go up the mountain?"

He didn't want to go up the mountain anymore. It was so tiring running up and down.

Wang Cong glanced at him and said, "Why go up the mountain? The vegetables we grow on the mountain are simply not as good as those grown down there. Wait, I'll go take a look around the village."

In less than two quarters of an hour, Wang Cong came back from the village with four cabbages in his arms. They were obviously from different vegetable fields and different families. Wang Cong and Pan Yun said, "I met a few elders in the village. They insisted on giving me a few cabbages. I didn't refuse them, so I accepted them all."

Pan Yun gave him a thumbs up.

Washing vegetables is much easier. There is warm water in the bucket next to you. You can just rinse them with water and chop them directly on the chopping board.

While cutting vegetables, Wang Cong said to Tao Yanbai, "It's time to add the minced meat."

Tao Yanbai was also a cooking expert. He responded and a bowl of meat foam was poured in separately and immediately stirred up...

The chopped cabbage was also poured in, and a handful of salt was added. Wang Cong said to Pan Yun, "You can ask them to come out and make porridge."

Pan Jun turned around and shouted inside, "Dinner is ready—"

The villagers had been waiting for this sentence, and immediately took out the pots and pans they had brought with them and rushed out.

Pan Jun stretched out his hand and shouted, "Get in line!"

The villagers lined up obediently.

The porridge in the pot had already boiled over, and the aroma of the meat permeated it. He handed over a bowl, and Tao Yanbai served him a bowl of porridge and sprinkled more than ten chopped green onions on it...

Miaozhen and Miaohe were at the end of the line, holding basins.

Tao Yanbai beat them until they paused for a moment, then scooped up the remaining bones in the pot and gave them to them.

The aroma of bones mixed with rice porridge wafted into the air, and then sprinkled with chopped green onions. Miaohe chuckled, holding his bowl and ran back to the utility room.

After this pot of porridge was finished, Pan Yun's second pot of porridge was also finished. The person who made the first pot of porridge had just finished eating and was staring at the second pot hesitantly.

He licked the bowl clean and was walking towards the hall, looking back every step of the way, when he saw Pan Jun waving at him with a spoon in hand.

He reacted suddenly and rushed forward with the bowl in his arms.

But someone was faster than him. A woman who was standing closest to the pot rushed to the front without finishing all the porridge in her bowl.

Seeing that there was a second bowl, he immediately poured the rest into his mouth and reached out to Pan Yun.

No matter whether they have a small bowl or a big basin, or use a pot, Pan Yun always uses one spoon.

Everyone saw this and felt very calm, and they all lined up according to the rules.

After everyone had received their share, Pan Yun and the others collected the porridge, scooped up some, and squatted under the eaves to eat.

It was a cold day, but Pan Yun and his friends ate the warm bone and meat porridge so well that their backs were slightly moistened and they were in a very good mood.

Pan Yun said: "We'll do the same tomorrow."

Tao Yanbai: "Aren't you tired of it?"

Pan Yun: "I can eat it for ten days straight."

She is the kind of person who, when she comes across something delicious, can eat it over and over again, and won’t get tired of it until a long time later.

Tao Yanbai: "I mean them."

He raised his chin towards the villagers.

Pan Yun said: "I am not tired of it, so they will not be tired of it either."

Wang Cong: "They will be very happy. The porridge is really good today. Let the two handymen go to the market to buy some firewood and chop it. It will be needed tomorrow."

Miao Zhen glanced at them and said, "I'm afraid that one of the two pots of porridge will be taken away by them tomorrow."

Pan Yun didn't care, "As long as their efficiency in working in the temple doesn't decrease, that's fine."

"How do they take it away?"

After hearing the question, Pan Jun turned his head and saw Xiaohong squatting next to them. Not far away were the villagers who were eating porridge.

Pan Yun raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Aren't you afraid of human yang energy?"

Xiao Hong said proudly: "Master Wang gave me a piece of dark wood, so I am not afraid anymore."

When Pan Yun heard this, her eyebrows curved, "If you are not afraid, come down and walk around more often. You may remember something after meeting more people and things. If you can't remember anything, going down the mountain can also relieve your boredom."

Xiao Hong agreed, "Master Wang said the same thing, but I didn't die in Sanqing Mountain, my accent is different, and I'm not from here, so it's useless to read it."

Pan Yun: "Things in this world may seem complicated, but there are only a few things that come and go. If you look at them more, you may remember something."

Xiao Hong said thoughtfully: "Then I will come down to play tomorrow too?"

"Come on," Pan Yun paused and said, "I won't ask you to work. Since you are not afraid of popularity and the sun, you can play as you like. However, Hongyan is still in seclusion, so don't drift too far. It's best not to leave the Sanqing area, otherwise if you are taken away by someone, I won't be able to save you."

Xiao Hong nodded immediately, "I will definitely not run far."

The next morning, Xiaohong followed Pan Yun and the others down the mountain. Watching them busy among the crowd, she squeezed into the crowd, warming herself by the fire and listening to their conversation.

A group of people who really talk about everything.

Xiaohong sat here and there by the fire, turning her head left and right to look at the people who were talking. She also interrupted and commented from time to time. Unfortunately, no one could hear her speak except Pan Yun and others who occasionally came in to check the quality.

But she still thought it was fun, much more fun than cooking in the mountains.

Xiaohong was extremely happy.

When it was time for lunch at noon, she finally understood what Pan Yun and Miao Zhen meant yesterday.

Today, the villagers all brought basins or small pots with lids.

After finishing the first pot of porridge, the second pot was distributed, but few people actually ate it. Instead, they covered the basin and pot.

Xiaohong was very curious, so she followed a few villagers and floated away in the afternoon. She floated into their homes and watched them take out the second pot of porridge, add water and boil it, then cut a lot of vegetables and threw them into the pot, and then served it out for the family's dinner.

Xiaohong stared at it blankly, feeling that this scene seemed familiar.

　good night

　　(End of this chapter)