Bian Rui arched the bonfire to make the fire burn more vigorously, while Zhao Dayou squatted beside the fire with his hands rubbed his hands, looking up at Bian Rui from time to time.

Through observation, Zhao Dayou felt that Bian Rui must have a very good experience in wild life, such as the place to camp, the leeward snow can't blow, and the location of the tent is also very good.

But having the experience of living in the wild and going into the mountains to pick up goods at this time of year are two different things. In the summer, as long as you can go into the old forest and go out intact, you can get something, and if you can't, mushrooms will always work, right?

If you can't even tell the difference between poisonous and non-poisonous mushrooms, wouldn't it be better for you to go home and sleep in the old forest?

But winter is completely different, all mountain goods are grown in special terrain, which requires not only luck but also experience.

Now Zhao Dayou thinks that Bian Rui's grandfather is really big, let such a little hairy head into the old forest, this weather to pick mountain goods, isn't it a joke.

In winter, all the people who go into the old forest to pick mountain goods are old mountain runners, not to mention those in their thirties, even if they are in their forties, they are all flowers, if you want to find mountain goods on the mountain in the cold winter of Layue, the most important thing is experience, and Zhao Dayou has a 'map' in his heart for decades.

In this map, the snow in the ravine is at the right temperature to grow mushrooms. Where there is a hot spring passing through the ground, and there are mountain treasures like morels growing around, everything is in Zhao Dayou's brain. It's like every older mountain runner.

In winter, when the fresh goods are greatly reduced, people like Zhao Dayou will pick up the pickaxe and take the livestock into the mountain, and when they come out, a pile of tickets will be put into their waists, which is also the way of survival for him to run the mountain for a long time.

Especially in recent years, the life of the big guy is getting better and better, and the price of collecting mountain goods outside in winter is getting higher and higher, which makes Zhao Dayou drill into the forest twice in three days.

"How's the harvest?" Zhao Dayou asked at Bian Rui.

Bian Rui smiled and shook his head: "I didn't find anything, I found some dried wild fruits, and they are not worth anything."

Hearing Bian Rui say this, Zhao Dayou smiled meaningfully: "Of course you come in alone, of course there is nothing, it would be much better if your father or your father brought you in, your father is worse in this, your grandfather's generation of Bianjia Village people entered the old forest, it was all this!"

Saying that, Zhao Dayou gave a thumbs up to Bian Rui.

Bian Rui smiled and did not answer.

It's not that Bian Rui's grandfather doesn't want to come with his grandson, but Bian Rui doesn't want the old man to come with him, Bian Rui came to the bottom of the mountain this time, originally thought that the ancestors left a few points can almost have something, but now there is nothing, from the mountain to the present, Bian Rui has only done two things, one is to throw away the wood garbage accumulated in the space, and the second is to release the huge tiger thorn fish. Other than that, nothing was done.

Zhao Dayou turned his head and fumbled in his horse backpack for a while, then took out a pheasant and put it up in front of Bian Rui.

"Have you ever seen this?"

"Pheasant, is it illegal to eat this?" said Bian Rui.

Pheasants are common pheasants in the mountains, as for what breed Bian Rui doesn't know, this thing Bian Rui knows only two or three, now Zhao Dayou is holding it in his hand, Bian Rui doesn't know it, his whole body is full of white hair, like a big pigeon with a long tail.

The pheasants in the mountains used to be caught and eaten, but now the state has caught them strictly, not to mention pheasants, and even hares have become protected animals, so pheasants are rarely eaten by people in the village.

But for these old runners, pheasants are normal food, and if they are not allowed to eat pheasants and hares, what will they eat? Do they have to bring everything to the woods? That would be too much. They went into the mountains to bring a lighter, some covers, and when they went out, they could exchange it for money/

You let them bring food into the mountains? That's a lot of thinking. Besides, who will arrest them if the mountains are high and the forests are dense.

So now there is such a situation, people who enter the old forest eat at will, and everyone who leaves the old forest even if they eat secretly, for fear that the police comrades will find the door and be arrested and put in prison for food.

"It's a crime to be caught, what's wrong with not being able to catch you eating one or two. Also, this is not an ordinary pheasant, let me tell you that it tastes fresh, I just ate a bowl of porridge from you, and half a pheasant is my reward for you" Zhao Dayou said as he began to rub snowflakes on the pheasant's body.

At this time, Bian Rui found out that the pheasant was not dead, and his two legs were still kicking and kicking.

didn't know what this Uncle Zhao who had just met was going to do, so Bian Rui had to sit next to him, shrinking his head and watching Zhao Dayou's movements while roasting the fire.

Zhao Dayou kneaded the whole ball of snow into the pheasant's feathers, and after a while, he saw Zhao Dayou gently grabbing it, and a large piece of pheasant feathers fell off like this, and only the head and a few chicken feathers remained on the buttocks after a few handfuls of the whole chicken, and the whole chicken body was protected by the hair, and it was a little blue when it was frozen by the cold wind.

Zhao Dayou, who pulled out the knife from his waist, raised the knife and fell, and the chicken head and chicken belly fell directly to the ground, and the chicken blood instantly grew far away, and Bian Rui, who was frightened, jumped for fear of splashing on himself.

Zhao Dayou grabbed the chicken body so much, shook it twice while shaking and patting the chicken body, and after almost three minutes, the old man continued to slaughter the chicken, and in a moment, the chicken became two petals, and finally Zhao Dayou put it on two branches.

took half a piece of chicken from Zhao Dayou's hand, and Bian Rui put the chicken on the fire.

"Don't wash?"

Zhao Dayou said: "Do you think the river water is cleaner than this chicken?"

Seeing that Bian Rui didn't speak, Zhao Dayou said: "This chicken has to be eaten like this, if you wash it, chop it and add the ingredients, the taste will be a few points worse, and after a while, the skin will start to turn slightly yellow, you rub it with salt and continue to roast until it is cooked, that is the best delicacy in this mountain."

"By the way, you have salt, right?"

Bian Rui nodded: "Yes!"

Following the direction of Bian Rui's finger, Zhao Dayou found a spice box, saying that one was actually a group, three shelves, and three shelves with almost ten small metal jars.

"Are you going out to run the mountains, or are you playing wildly? Bringing so many spices into the mountains, if they were all people like you, the beasts in the mountains would be happy," Zhao Dayou said.

An old mountain runner will not bring so many spices, the master takes the apprentice into the mountain for the first time, and will explain to the apprentice that only two kinds of seasoning are allowed to enter the mountain, one is salt and the other is wine, except for these two, what pepper is not allowed to bring, is afraid that the animals in the mountain will smell the taste.

Many animals do not have good eyesight, but their sense of smell is quite keen, and they have a little spice on their bodies, people may not be able to smell it, but animals must smell it, so for Bian Rui with so many seasonings, Zhao Dayou has a low opinion in his heart.

Bian Rui didn't know that the Uncle Zhao in front of him was not so optimistic about himself in his heart, and he felt that his own Lao Tzu gave birth to a boy who did not follow the rules.

Learning from Zhao Dayou's example, Bian Rui rubbed a layer of salt on the roasted half-pulled chicken, and then continued to roast it on the fire.

As soon as the salt went up, in less than five minutes, the tempting aroma of chicken rushed into Bian Rui's nose uncontrollably.

"Wow, it's really fragrant," Bian Rui said involuntarily.

"I didn't think that such a simple way could make something so fragrant, right?" Zhao Dayou said to Bian Rui with a little smugness.

Bian Rui didn't want to raise the bar with this Uncle Zhao, so he hummed directly.

Zhao Dayou opened his mouth again and said: "It's just a pity, this thing has to be eaten here, if you go outside, if you eat such a guy, you will have to go to prison for a year or two if you are caught."

"Then you just caught this?" asked Bian Rui tentatively.

Zhao Dayou said: "I was going to catch it back to make up for my wife, but since I ate your porridge, I will return you half a piece of chicken, and wait until the chicken is finished, so we can talk about other things."

"Anything else?" Bian Rui asked with a smile when he heard this.

Zhao Dayou said: "Naturally, there is, you come into the mountain to find the mountain treasure, I have the mountain treasure here, why don't I sell it to you if the price is right?"

"Makes sense!" Bian Rui laughed when he heard this.

"Laughing at me?" Zhao Dayou was a little unhappy, he thought that Bian Rui was laughing at himself.

Bian Rui immediately waved his hand when he heard this: "I don't mean that at all, in fact, I prefer that we are going straight to the point now, and the conversation is happy."

Zhao Dayou said: "I don't want to be happy, but I can't be happy, the youngest son wants to get married and buy a house, and the eldest grandson wants to go to college, which one doesn't need money?"

"Do you have all these grandchildren?" asked Bian Rui in surprise.

Good guy, my daughter is only a few years old, she is the same age as her father, and now even her grandson is in college, and she is a whole generation away from others.

"Don't look at me, I got married earlier than your father, and my son got married at the age of eighteen...... Zhao Dayou said.

Bian Rui understood, it turned out that the early marriage of this traditional family, all of them always got married and had children in their teens, didn't they have to have one more generation than Bian Rui's family.

While chatting, the pheasant was roasted, Bian Rui took the chicken to his nose and sniffed it, and was immediately fascinated by the aroma of the chicken.

According to the habit, Bian Rui gently tore off a piece of chicken wings, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, the taste on the skin is very good, the skin is very crispy and the meat is very tender, but the meat quality below is obviously not good, not that the quality of the meat is not good, but the salt taste is not soaked in, the chicken has no taste, and it tastes similar to chewing wax.

Zhao Dayou was very happy to eat, and soon sent half a chicken into his stomach, drank a sip of water, and wiped his mouth, Zhao Dayou waited for Bian Rui to finish eating.

At this time, Bian Rui had already gnawed almost the delicious meat on the chicken rack, and threw the rest directly to Da Hei who was lying next to him, and then waited for Zhao Dayou to see his harvest.

"What a waste!" Zhao Da said hopefully, crunching the chicken bones.

"You'd better let me see what good things you've picked up," Bian Rui said.

Zhao Dayou listened, turned around, took the bag behind him, put it on his lap, opened the bag, and took out a large and small rattan box from the bag.

The big one is almost the size of a hot water bottle at home, and the small one is the size of a palm, and the whole bag is full of such small boxes.