A few minutes later, there was a commotion in the bushes, and then the second fat came out with a low tree like a deserter.

Beanie followed closely, four paws fluttering, crushing the little tree and standing up immediately.

This guy kept looking back, as if he had been discovered on some mysterious mission, and he rushed with hostility, but he didn't dare to scream wildly.

Seeing Ding Fan, Er Fat seemed to have been busy for a long time just now, and after a fierce fight, he was not very conscious now, so he picked up the shirt in his hand and beat him to the top of his head.

Ding Fan looked at several swollen places on his body, and suddenly came up with it: "Let the bees sting? Are you okay?"

Er Fat just soaked in the hot spring for a long time, the middle of the fat belly was first-class, and the tree grinding was red, but he didn't answer if he was okay, and said with a simple face: "Big brother, this is worth a lot of money, if it is sent to the city, it can be exchanged for two catties of steamed buns." ”

As he spoke, he put a piece of wild honeycomb on the ground, took a few breaths of relaxation, and said briskly: "Big brother, I'm in a hurry, I didn't find a long pole, this stinged me, the dead dog is okay, and it led away a lot of bees at once......"

With that, they started to roast the chicken.

Erfat picked up some pine branches to light the fire, and Ding Fan cleaned up the pheasants on a stone next to him.

Ding Fan put the two-pound pheasant in his hand and weighed it, his eyes were full of anticipation with a big mouth and an oily mouth.

The second fat next to him said, "In the autumn, the pheasant eats more grain and fatter, and now this is considered big", Ding Fan quickly smeared his hands and feet with honey, sprinkled with some lemon powder and sugar, and filled the internal organs with schisandra root, and then wrapped it in lotus leaves, and asked anxiously: "Fatty, is it burned?"

He just made a small earthen kiln, and the second fat was busy burning a fire in it.

The pine branches here are oily, and when they are lit, they will burst into a bright fire, and there will be little smoke.

The second fat was lying on the mouth of the kiln, with some pine branches stuffed inside, and was stretching out a long burning stick to gently pull inside, so that the inside could be faster.

On top of the kiln, there were clay clods piled up in a conical shape, which had been burned red and red.

His face was red from the fire, and a few eyebrows were on fire, drowned out by the whirring sound of burning, and he didn't notice it at all, wiped his face, wiped his clothes, picked up a spare burning stick, and operated it with both hands, and took out the red open flame at once.

The faster the process, the better!

Seeing that he was busy digging out the open fire, Doudou looked at Ding Fan, then looked at Er Fat, and whispered twice at Ding Fan.

Ding Fan was excited and anxious when he heard this guy's cry, held the pheasant in both hands, and said, "Get aside, pull aside!" and then half-squatted next to the earthen kiln, and was pulled downhill by the second fat pickpocket, smoky, coughing quietly, found a good position, and stuffed the pheasant held by the lotus leaf into it at once.

He then stood up and said anxiously, "Hurry, hurry, the heat is very important." ”

After speaking, Er Fat was already ready, picked up a long wooden stick and collapsed the clod building above, and stomped down with one foot next to the earthen kiln.

With a bang, the earthen kiln collapsed!

Ding Fan was not idle, and without listening, he picked up the fresh soil next to him and covered it with a steaming and smoking earthen kiln.

"Scald me, burned me. Seeing that the cover was almost over, Er Fat tried it, knowing that the top of the clay kiln was hot, and he couldn't take care of it, so he shouted excitedly and jumped up, hiding like beating a drum.

After a while, they sealed the kiln.

This keeps the heat inside intact.

Of course, the aroma of roast chicken can also be better preserved.

"Big brother, I used to get these things, and they were all stewed in a broken pot, hehe......" Erfat stood next to the mound of dirt that was still exuding heat, his eyes full of novelty.

This guy gets these things, and the villagers always say that he has nothing to do, he is just nonsense, he doesn't farm, he doesn't work, and he can't eat enough to eat this thing.

Ding Fan pretended to be profound: "I was in Yanjing City, I ate fried dough and soybean milk beef patties in the morning, and at noon, I made an appointment with a few classmates to go to the cheap shop to eat fruit wood roast duck, which was grilled like this, and then I served sweet noodle sauce, chives and cucumber shreds, and ...... tsk."

After he finished speaking, he listened to the second fat next to him and didn't move, thinking that this guy thought he was bragging, but when he turned his head to look, he almost didn't laugh out loud:

The second fat smiled stupidly, saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were full of longing.

Doudou squatted to the side, feeling the heat smoking, so he turned his head to take a breath of fresh air, and then looked at the delicious mound buried in front of him.

Fifteen minutes later, Ding Fan went up to the firewood stack next to him, dug a human-shaped pit in it, and lay down comfortably, feeling very comfortable.

Doudou stood beside the earthen kiln like a warlord, as if he was afraid that the second fat would steal something, and kept turning in circles.

The second fat dug with a burning stick, carefully dug up the roasted lotus leaf that had changed color, and then inserted the two sticks from both sides and took out the lotus leaf violently.

The lotus leaves are still hot!

He put it aside and put it in his jacket, grabbed it and left.

Ding Fan pillowed his arm, looked up at the two-meter-high firewood stack, and almost didn't laugh out loud: the second fat was holding a ragged coat wrapped in a lotus leaf chicken in one hand, and when he climbed up, he moved neatly, which was no worse than the firefighter's action.

The fragrant lotus leaf chicken skin is golden, Ding Fan uses a Swiss army knife to pull a piece open, and a thick aroma of meat comes to his face.

Ding Fan heard the gurgling sound in the throat of the second fat.

"Here, this is for you, fat man, this is enough to eat, don't burn it. Ding Fan held up a small Swiss Army knife and asked him to step back and eat it directly in his mouth.

"Wang, Wangwang......" Eating it above, the fragrant hot second fat mouth made a sound of slipping out, and below, Doudou screamed a few times anxiously.

"Dead dog, you found that place, cough cough, behave well, give it to ......" Although Ding Fan was also hungry, he watched the two little friends eat, and he was happier than eating himself, stretched out his arm, and threw the broken chicken leg to Doudou.

Because Doudou went to the mysterious Yaoquan River to wash, the roundworm disease was cured, and even the wrong medicine was fine, Ding Fan was naturally happy.

As for the river that exuded the smell of medicine, Ding Fan directly named him: Yaoquan River.

As for how the river came from, he is still not sure, just now Er Fat told him that the old people also call it the hot river, it always exudes heat all year round, and it does not freeze even in the cold winter months.

Some of the herb collectors say that this kind of place may be a place for mandrills to bathe, while others say that no one has ever dared to bathe in the water.

In addition, next to it is the terrible ghost slope, and the locals are even more secretive about it and dare not approach.

Ding Fan thought in his heart, he would go to the Yaoquan River another day to investigate carefully, as long as he worked hard, he would definitely be able to find out the answer.

But now this place is definitely a treasure land, and now there is a faint smell of ginseng, if you wash and smell the precious Lingzhi smell, it should be the place where the river flows, this kind of good thing is a lot.

The meat was almost eaten, the second fat wiped his mouth, saying that he was not full yet, Ding Fan reached out and pulled off the straw stick on his chin, and blamed him distressedly: "Okay, okay, eat the meat, pour a belly of hot water in a while, you must be in a panic, fatty, you wash your clothes tomorrow." ”

The second fat upper body was stung and stung in patches of red, and he shook his fat shoulder, wanting to say that as long as there was meat to eat, he would be naked, but his face instantly said with a gloomy expression: "Big brother, I'll just do this one, I'll ...... another day."

He didn't say any more, Ding Fan glanced at the northwest of the institute a few times, and knew that this guy lived in a dilapidated house, and the conditions must be not good, so he didn't say much.

"Fatty, we can't just study food, we have to buy you clothes, let you go to school, and go to work, and then find a daughter-in-law......" Ding Fan was full, and thought that he would have to go back to the institute after a while, and he couldn't help but feel melancholy.

Although the fat man is said to be a bad boy in the village, after coming into contact with it in the past two days, doesn't he feel very excited?

"Big brother, you can wear the rest of your clothes, just dress me up, and find a daughter-in-law? Hehe, big brother, how is the woman?" Erfat's precocious eyes looked at Ding Fan with expectation.

Ding Fan is no stranger to this aspect, he has always been a handsome guy active in various clubs in the police academy, especially the big-eyed, bobb-headed schoolgirl, a rare jasmine perfume smell, and a small mouth, the mint smell of high-end chewing gum exuded by Barry......

Just when he was about to talk about his romantic history, he heard someone shouting to him at the door of the distant place: "Dingzi, Dingzi, where did you die?"

The second fat didn't wait for Ding Fan to speak, tilted his head, like a black bear, looked at it a few times on the grass, turned around and said weakly: "It's your director, Liu Xiang is full and left, and the Kan team will accompany him for a walk." ”

Ding Fan glanced at his watch, it was six o'clock now, and he knew that he should go back.

He took Doudou and Erfat to stand behind, burping, his eyes were full of loss, his eyes were astringent, and he almost cried.

Ding Fan exudes the wisdom and wisdom of a big city boy, he can play and eat, and the second fat really envy him.

Even, he felt that Doudou was happier than him, and if he could be with Ding Fan, there would definitely be something delicious at night.

......

Song Mid sat in his office, in a large tea jar printed with the Dazhai of Agriculture, exuding the pungent smell of jasmine tea.

Ding Fan greeted politely when he came in.

Without waiting for him Song Mid to ask, he briefly said that he went to Op Bay today to investigate Sana, and said that after educating the parties, people used money instead of paying the public grain that should be taught, and the woman really had no money, so she handed it over for him first, and when the grain was sold in the autumn, the people would give it to themselves.

Song Mide leaned back in the chair, staring at him as if he was looking at a monster, his eyes were full of complaints of "you are a police officer and not a meddler", then slowly raised his head, and then said word by word: "Dingzi, I am most annoyed by a cultured newcomer like you, you say, what do you know?"

It was the first time for Ding Fan to stand so close to Song Mide face-to-face, and he had already thought of a lot of wording in his heart, for example, now the police in the capital are engaged in patriotic activities, and they can't just blindly fight crime and catch bad guys.

It can be heard from Song Mide's mouth, there is no such statement in this place at all, and a mountain station has done a good job of handling the case and managing the public security, which is the greatest achievement.

Just when he wanted to say that I won't do it next time, he heard a loud bang on the table: "I haven't settled accounts with you yet, and you went to Oupu today to pretend to be a calf, and your family is entangled in money? That, that, I can't let you go in this shabby, hurry up, you pack up for me, where do you want to go." ”