After Ding Fan and Zheng Sanpao discussed it for a while, there was no result, and there were too few things to get at the moment.

The only thing that can be judged is to know that there are such people, and the number of people and the degree of weapons left are unknown, so they can only be calculated briefly.

But one thing is certain, that is, there are definitely more people from the other party than from Ding Fan's side, and the most important point is that there must be no women among the people from the other party.

Bringing two women up the mountain, it feels ridiculous when you think about it, if there are women, it's weird, that is, Ding Fan is so careless, and he even brought two girls on the mountain.

Looking at the two girls sleeping on the side now, even Zheng Sanpao is a little worried.

This time up the mountain, there were a bit of an accident.

Things that I didn't care about before are now all colliding together, and the two 'oil bottles' meet the poachers' gang of outlaws, and the consequences can be imagined.

Now is not the time to think about it after all, the four of them have been on the road in the mountains for a day, and at noon, they just nibble on two mouthfuls of bread outside and swallow it with some snow water.

After a busy afternoon, everyone was already hungry, but the two girls were sleeping, so they could only get some food first.

Fortunately, the poachers didn't take the pot with them, otherwise it would have been difficult to eat something hot today.

The two of them took out all the food in the bag, put it aside, sorted it out briefly, prepared the water to boil for a while, and then got out of the pot and began to cook.

The large package brought by Ding Fan before, Zheng Sanpao was still very curious when he saw it, but now he understands the reason.

Inside this big bag, there are not only things like bedding, but also a lot of commonly used items, such as a compass, flashlight, batteries, and even a slingshot and small mud balls.

Zheng Sanpao looked at this pile of things, he was simply dazzled, I really couldn't understand, what was Ding Fan doing with these things?

If it were Zheng Sanpao, he wouldn't have brought these things at all, and it was better to bring more food with these things, because there was no food in the mountains.

And after Ding Fan opened the other package beside him, Zheng Sanpao's eyes almost fell off.

The last time he came, Ding Fan had no experience and didn't bring much to brought, but this time he was too well prepared.

There are more than a dozen bottles and cans in that bag alone, and what are the things wrapped in the remaining oil paper, think about it, and you know, it is nothing more than all kinds of meat, and the specific ones can't be seen at all, and the only thing that can be seen is a general thing, that is, that one bone.

If you are not mistaken, this is a sheep bone, it seems that at the beginning of the month, Chen Ping's family slaughtered a sheep, and everyone shared a little, and sent a whole leg of mutton to Ding Fan at that time.

I didn't expect to eat this leg of mutton, and in the end I didn't throw away the bones, it's really strange, and I put the bones on my body, what is this for?

Ding Fan smiled and pulled out the mutton bones, smashed them into several pieces, and then threw them directly into the pot, stretched out his hand and groped in the pile of bottles and cans for a long time, and he didn't know what he took, so he threw them into the pot casually.

Zheng Sanpao realized that Ding Fan was planning to boil some bone broth on the mountain to drink.

But is it really enough to drink just soup?

It's obviously impossible to fill your stomach just by drinking soup, and if you want to fill your stomach, you have to have some staple food after all.

"This time I brought a lot of things!" Zheng Sanpao nodded, retracted his gaze, took the spoon, pulled it twice in the pot and said, "It's just that I didn't bring the staple food, and this soup will only get hungrier and hungrier the more I drink." ”

Ding Fan was stunned for a moment, then reached out and picked up a cloth bag next to him and threw it to Zheng Sanpao and said, "Isn't it? ”

Zheng Sanpao reached out and took the cloth bag, but this time he almost broke his fingers.

At first, he thought it was some kind of potato or something, but he also brought a lot of this thing, mainly because it was easy to carry, and it was convenient to eat, so in order to satisfy his hunger, he could even eat it raw.

But what Ding Fan threw over, from the feel of the hand, is definitely not a potato or something, and it is hard, as if he threw over a bag of iron balls.

"What is this?" Zheng Sanpao opened the bag curiously, stretched out his head to take a look, his expression instantly stiffened, and said to Ding Fan in a daze: "How much of a loser are you? Is this a dough cake? What have you made it for?"

Bread is the most common food in the north, and even if the conditions at home are not good, I have always seen this thing.

But this thing made by Ding Fan, Zheng Sanpao really didn't want to call it a cake!

Whose bread is made like pieces of iron?

Even if the dough is frozen, it won't be like this!

The most important point is that after he held it in his hand, he felt that this dough cake was like an iron ball, it seemed that there was no dough, and the inside was solid.

Ding Fan said without thinking: "Isn't it just a cake!

When Ding Fan saw Zheng Sanpao's expression, he immediately understood what he meant, and reached out to take out four of the dough cakes and put them on the edge of the stove, heating them up a little.

Then take out a piece of mutton, cut it off one by one with a knife, and throw it in the pot to cook.

Ding Fan took a look at the package around Zheng Sanpao, pointed and said, "Third uncle, did you bring mushrooms and fungus? ”

Zheng Sanpao took out the fungus mushrooms in the bag suspiciously, put them in the pot a little reluctantly, sat on the side and looked at Ding Fan, and his fingers inadvertently touched a ball of sauerkraut.

Originally, Zheng Sanpao wanted to stay, who knows what Ding Fan is going to do!

The whole pot looks like it's a rotten stew, isn't that a joke?

If you throw all the sauerkraut in, it's a bit of a waste.

As a result, Ding Fan's sharp eyes saw that the sauerkraut was taken out, so he directly reached out and grabbed it, threw it directly into the pot, and then said with a smile: "It's just right, I didn't bring vinegar before, and I have this sauerkraut to pick up the taste, which is just right." ”

Seeing that the sauerkraut he brought was thrown into the pot by Ding Fan like this, he was anxious like something, he loved to eat this bite the most, this year's drowned sauerkraut was the first one, and he didn't eat it at all, so he was thrown directly into this pot by Ding Fan I don't know what it was.

Seeing Zheng Sanpao's angry old face flushed, Ding Fan wanted to laugh a little, but the movements in his hands did not stop, and he still kept cutting the mutton.

When the mutton was cut, Ding Fan reached out and took the spoon and kept stirring in the pot.

Until the mutton in the pot was tumbling, Ding Fan grabbed a handful of vermicelli from the bag and threw it into the pot, which turned into a messy stew.

Zheng Sanpao, this is uncomfortable!

At the beginning, I was thinking about what Ding Fan was going to do, saying that he was making a mess of stewing!

It doesn't seem to be, it's understandable to use messy stew, but looking at the bread on the ground, Zheng Sanpao really has no appetite, just look at the hardness, he doesn't dare to imagine.

With my current teeth, it's weird to be able to bite it!

Zheng Sanpao hadn't eaten such steamed buns or pastries before, and even harder than the current pastry.

But that was twenty years ago, at that time he was still a strong guy, he could eat anything, and his body was made of iron, can he compare now?

Besides, why does Ding Fan's messy stew look so unreliable?

Who's messy stew still has sauerkraut in it?

Just when Zheng Sanpao was still feeling sorry for his sauerkraut, Ding Fan finally started the next step, reached out and picked up the dough by the stove, and broke it twice.

As a result, an embarrassing problem arose, the dough on Ding Fan's hand did not move at all, and there was not even a crack on it.

Zheng Sanpao, who was on the other side, almost laughed when he watched Ding Fan's movements.

But I was afraid that Ding Fan would be embarrassed when he saw it, so he had to lower his head, cover his mouth with his hands, and try not to laugh out loud.

Speaking of which, this dough cake was specially made by Ding Fan before, but he was afraid that when he was in the mountains, he would not have enough to eat, so he couldn't wait to use all the noodles on these dough cakes.

As a result, Ding Fan used more than four catties of flour for twenty dough cakes, if Zheng Sanpao knew about it, I was afraid that he would be scolded for being a loser again.

In fact, Ding Fan is quite satisfied with the bread he made, not to mention the taste, at least he is very hungry, but the problem is that in the end, he can't break it, his hands are full of red marks, and he didn't break the bread, which is really faceless.

Anyway, Zheng Sanpao saw it just now, Ding Fan didn't need to pretend anything, he reached out and picked up the other dough cake, opened the lid of the pot, and the two dough cakes knocked together vigorously.

Even so, the dough in Ding Fan's hand was still not completely broken, but there was a little more crack on it, and not even a little bit of slag fell.

Ding Fan secretly glanced at Zheng Sanpao, and then broke the bread in his hand vigorously.

Fortunately, this time he finally broke off a piece of the dough, so as not to make him too faceless.

As for the back, Ding Fan simply gave up, found a piece of cloth, put all the dough cakes in it, and kept beating them on the ground until the dough cakes became small pieces, and then stopped.

As for Zheng Sanpao, who was sitting on the side, he had already been shocked by Ding Fan's violent approach, and he never thought that when someone was cooking, he could still be like this, as if he was fighting with someone, which was very tragic.

Even Ding Fan poured the pieces of dough in his hand into the pot, he didn't notice it, he was completely immersed in the fierce action just now, and he couldn't extricate himself.