I guess many people who have been to Dali know that Baba is a local famous food. It is a bit like the hot-baked thing I usually eat, but the ingredients and making techniques are more detailed. I heard that there are many types of Baba, so I didn’t try all of my Baba orally, and I only ate Xizhou’s Pork Papa.

This kind of broken crispy cake tastes crispy, salty and sweet, and when eaten in the mouth, it still has indescribable deliciousness. The last time I ate it was seven years ago, but I still miss it today.

But for me fifteen years ago, the word "daba" can only represent one thing.

When the master said this to me, I felt a chill in my heart.

Dad? That's...what! Does my master think that corpse oil and corpse pill are not disgusting enough, and he is determined to eat that thing?

I suspected that I had heard it wrong, so I asked the master tentatively: "Master, what did you say just now, what should you eat?"

My master showed an intriguing smile on his face, and said in a very slow and clear tone: "Ba, Ba."

I'm really a dad!

Looking at the extremely strange smile on my master's face, the hairs behind me stood up.

I looked at Liang Houzai, but found that the expression on Liang Houzai's face was really looking forward to it. Seeing him like that, he seemed very willing to try the smell of his poop.

Not only Liang Houzai, I saw that Senior Brother Zhuang and Senior Brother Feng also had plain expressions on their faces, and they didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with eating dads.

Liang Houzai grew up in Guizhou when he was a child. In Guizhou, there are many delicacies called baba, such as cake cake and potato cake, all with the word "ba".

Not only Guizhou, but also Sichuan where Senior Brother Zhuang lives for the longest, there are also famous foods with cakes. Although Senior Brother Feng is a fellow villager with me, he has a wide range of knowledge and knows what the cakes his master calls.

I was the only one who thought my master was going to take me to eat...what, I thought that except me, my master and his brother were all crazy.

At noon that day, my master really took me to a "Baba" store. The store had a large door sign, and a very down-to-earth store name was first engraved on it. After the store name, I added the suffix of "Baba Store". At first, I thought how could there be such a store, but after entering the store, I found that the entire hall was full of people.

At that time, I was very puzzled, how could so many people eat this thing?

What’s even more hateful is that there was a stinky tofu at the door of the Baba shop that day. I didn’t know what the person was fried, but when I smelled the smell of his pot, I thought it was the smell of Baba.

When I was having a meal, my mood was very complicated. I thought that Master and the others wouldn't really order a bastard. Until I finished the meal, I hadn't seen the imaginative picture I imagined.

The master finished the meal very early and sat next to me, looking at me with a weird smile. After I finished eating, the master chuckled twice and asked me, "How is it, is Dad delicious?"

I looked at my master in shock: "I didn't eat dad?"

After I said this, Liang Houzai and two senior brothers both cast very puzzled eyes at me, and then I heard from my master: "The things you ate as a butter cake just now are dads."

I screamed at the scene: "No, those cakes are made of X (I really don't want to type that word)?"

Liang Houzai had just taken a sip of tea when he sprayed out a "pop" sound, and then he burst into laughter with my senior brother Zhuang and Feng.

The laughter of the three of them at that time was like this: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

This is the first time I have seen them laugh like this, and they are completely uncontrollable. Even though I laugh until the end of my laugh, I am worried that they will laugh and suck.

What a disgusting thing, what's funny?

Later, my master explained to me: "The thing you eat is called daba. The daba in Yunnan is also called bait blocks, and they are all made of rice. Oh, you kid is really, what do you think about in your mind all day?"

Just for this matter, Liang Houzai, Senior Brother Zhuang and Senior Brother Feng and the others teased me for the whole afternoon.

After dinner, Senior Brother Zhuang drove the car and took us around Dali.

The master said before that he would take us to play in Dali for a day, but in Dali, we could not finish playing in one day. In addition to Dali, we also went to Lijiang and Yulong Snow Mountain. These two places alone took us three days.

Fortunately, my master did not always urge Liang Houzai and I to do my homework as I did in the past. For a whole week, he took us to visit various attractions near Dali.

That time, it should be the most enjoyable time I have had since I was a child. Although I have had many hiking experiences and many beautiful places since then, I have never been so heartless and unscrupulous as that time, I can follow my master to travel around the mountains and rivers without any scruples.

To this day, for me, there are only three places that I can never forget. The first is Jihunzhuang, which is my root; the second is the homeland where I gave birth to me and raised me, and the third is Dali.

Seven days later, we left Dali and returned to Sichuan.

The Ghost Market has been over for nearly ten days, and most of the merchants have left Sichuan. The small hotel under Jihunzhuang has become deserted again, and Senior Brother Zhuang has also arranged rooms for us as usual.

On the night he checked in the hotel, Wang Dafu called and said that he had already handled Li Erdan's affairs, but he decided not to come to Sichuan for now. He planned to follow a few soldiers back to the army to see if he could find his military profile.

The person who called us at that time was not Wang Dafu himself, but a soldier who followed us into the village. He also saw that Wang Dafu was very old and it was unsafe to stay in the village alone, so he applied to the army. During the period when Li Erdan was not buried, he stayed in the village to accompany Wang Dafu.

According to the soldier, what he said to my master on the phone was written by Wang Dafu on paper and asked him to read it as he could. Sometimes he pronounced typos or made an inaccurate pronunciation. Wang Dafu was still shouting "Ah! Ah!", as if he was helping him correct it.

After hanging up the phone, the master talked to Senior Brother Zhuang and the others about the fake Wang Dafu. Senior Brother Feng can be regarded as a master of reasoning and deciding cases, but he couldn't tell the reason about Wang Dafu's affairs.

On the same night, Liangzi also called to report his safety.

The next morning, Senior Brother Feng bought a train ticket. On the afternoon of the same day, I finally got on the train back to Shandong.

I have been away from home for only more than half a month, from the Ghost Market to the Dragon King's Tomb, I have walked a few times on the edge of life and death, but no matter what I have experienced, life will eventually return to peace.

At least, it is calm on the surface.

After returning to Shandong this time, it was not far from a major exam in my life - the high school entrance examination. Some people may find it strange that I was only thirteen years old at that time, so why was I about to face the high school entrance examination?

I have to explain here that I was born on the ninth day of the 9th day of the 19th month of the 1987. After the Ghost Festival in 2001, I was still more than a month away from 14 years old. Before the Ghost Festival, I was already in the third grade of junior high school.

When I was in junior high school, I happened to be in the education reform. Elementary school changed from five years to six years, and junior high school changed from four years to three years. So I only went to elementary school for five years plus three years. Nine years of compulsory education for us, in fact, only eight years for us.

Moreover, after entering the third year of junior high school, I obviously felt that my learning progress had accelerated a lot and the intensity was greater than before. The junior high school where I worked was a famous school in the local area and was as famous as the Experimental Middle School. These two schools are competitors. From the third year of junior high school, various mock exams followed one after another. Both schools wanted to suppress each other in the next year's high school entrance examination.

So many people later said that the competition between the two schools at that time caused us students, and some parents protested and said that they would carry out educational reforms.

I didn't like to study at first, so when this kind of remark came to my ears, I suddenly felt like I had become a tool in school competition and felt very uncomfortable.

But my master doesn't think so. My master said that it's a blessing that our county-level city has two schools of similar quality that can still compete. If one is the only one, we will suffer. If there is no competition, the two schools will not study hard and teach while raising money everywhere to improve the infrastructure of the school.

As for my increasing academic pressure, my master also said that we should look at this kind of thing separately. On the one hand, because there is competition between schools, our academic work is indeed more. But from another perspective, this is also a kind of experience.

Master said that the pressure we endure when we went to school is different from the pressure we endured after entering society. The pressure when we went to school only comes from school. What we consider every day is only academic performance. After entering society, it is survival pressure and human feelings. But no matter what, the ability to resist stress is useful no matter at any stage in life. He also asked me to re-view my studies as a kind of setback, telling me that some people will become more and more courageous when they encounter setbacks, and some people will retreat when they encounter setbacks. As for which kind of person I want to be, Master asked me to do it.

During the years when I was in the third year of junior high school, my master often preached to me like this, and the content was just these things.

It was also a long time later that I recalled what my master said that year that I generally understood what he meant. He asked me to treat the pressure at that time as a kind of practice and to develop a tough and tenacious temperament. I probably also wanted me to become the kind of person who is not afraid of setbacks, so that I should not complain or escape when I encounter problems.
Chapter completed!