In the hot afternoon, even the birds are not willing to scream more, and the huge sun in the sky seems to be about to scorch people, and only the endless chirping of the trees can be heard.

After eating and sweating profusely, after Bian Rui and Yan Lan sent off Old Man Yan, the two of them each lay on a recliner to rest, Bian Rui had no clothes on his body at this time except for a big pair of pants, and on the armrest of the recliner hung the small vest he had just put on his body that was already soaked.

Yan Lan wore more, a sports vest and a small white loose skirt that reached her knees.

Next to Yan Lan's recliner lay Big Ash, and the dog now wants to stick out the roots of his tongue, and his belly is shaking like a small motor.

"Can you stop turning around, my heart can't calm down" Yan Lan heard Bian Rui constantly turning over beside him, so he said angrily.

It's too stuffy, so that the mood of the two is not too good.

Bian Rui suddenly flipped over: "This weather is so hot that people will die, no, I have to go to the lake to take a bath, will you go?"

Yan Lan listened and said: "Take a bath, I don't know how many people there are now, the whole village is estimated to be soaking in the lake now, you go, I won't go, it's too embarrassing."

Bian Rui walked to Yan Lan's side, stretched out his hand to pull Yan Lan up, and then slapped lightly on his buttocks: "What, dislike the villagers?"

"No, how embarrassing, so many people and half-grown children are ......naked," Yan Lan said.

As soon as she thought of swimming in the lake, Yan Lan blushed a little, the children under the age of ten in the village, regardless of men and women, were naked swimming in the lake at this time, and they were fluttering all over the lake. Everyone didn't care, but Yan Lan was a little embarrassed.

Bian Rui didn't think so, and opened his mouth to say: "As far as you think about it, I don't know how many lifetimes everyone has come over like this." Okay, let's not go to the lake with them, let's swim in the pool, just the two of us."

After speaking, Bian Rui laughed twice, and reached out to support Yan Lan's chin, and the little meaning of this ghost is understood.

Yan Lan's face turned red: "Don't go, don't go, it's better to go to the lake with you to swim in the pool."

Bian Rui was about to laugh with Yan Lan, when he suddenly heard a little guy's child's voice outside: "Nineteen uncle, nineteen uncle, my grandmother asked me to come and ask you, do you want chicken head rice? If you want, she will pick more ......."

After the little guy finished speaking, he stood on the other side of the shadow wall and looked at Bian Rui.

Bian Rui beckoned, and the little guy quickly ran to Bian Rui's side, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but tear open, revealing two front teeth and gums.

Bian Rui stretched out his hand and bent down to grab a handful of snacks from Xiao Mu in the middle of the reclining chair between himself and Yan Lan, and wanted to stuff them into the little guy's pocket, but after looking at it, he found that the little guy had no pockets at all.

"Pick up your clothes," Bian Rui grabbed the snack and gestured to the little baby.

Where did the little guy use Bian Rui to say, he directly lifted his vest like this, and covered the snacks with his clothes, revealing a bulging little belly.

Bian Rui stretched out his hand and slapped the kid's cute little belly, making a sound like slapping a small watermelon, and said with a smile: "This little watermelon is ripe!"

The little guy took two steps back, turned around and ran out of the yard with a smile.

When I got to the door, I remembered that my question was not answered, so I turned my head.

Bian Rui said: "I know, I'll pick it myself."

When the little one heard this, he ran again.

Yan Lan waited for the little guy to leave, and opened her mouth to ask, "What is chicken head rice?"

Bian Rui thought for a moment and said, "What have you been doing in Mingzhu all these years?

Chicken head rice seems to have been eaten less by northerners, and this thing is flourishing in the border of Jiangnan and Zhejiang provinces.

Yan Lan shook her head: "No, I haven't heard of it."

Bian Rui let out a long sigh: "You young people, alas."

"Don't talk nonsense, you explain it" Yan Lan saw that Bian Rui was still holding it up, so she stretched out her foot and made a gesture of I want to kick someone at Bian Rui.

Where would Bian Rui be afraid of her, stretched out her hand and made a gesture of scratching her feet, Yan Lan quickly retracted her feet, and then rolled up her body, hiding the soles of her feet well.

"Sample, I can't clean you up yet" After speaking, Bian Rui blew his fingers.

"Say," Yan Lan urged.

Bian Rui said: "I can't sleep on such a hot day, I think, let's go and collect chicken head rice together, okay?"

Yan Lan looked up at the sun, and thought about it, I don't know what happened these days, the weather in the mountains is actually hot to this extent, from the weather forecast, the maximum temperature in the provincial capital today has reached forty degrees, and the dog days in the entire Jiangnan are worthy of the name, and the name of the stove that has not burned in the provincial city for many years can be regarded as a correct name for itself this year.

"Okay, you can't do anything else on such a hot day anyway," Yan Lan said.

With Yan Lan's words, Bian Rui began to prepare, first of all, the basket containing the chicken head rice is indispensable, in addition to the basket, there is also a skin backing, the half-body kind is enough, the water in the chicken head rice pond in Bianjia Village is not deep, and the deepest place is to the halfway of the thigh.

"Why are you going?"

Yan Lan opened her mouth and asked when she saw Bian Rui holding the two pairs of leather leans of the basket to her feet, and then went out with a big scythe.

Bian Rui said: "Make a knife, a knife for cutting chicken head rice."

Yan Lan was very curious, stretched her head and waited for a while, and saw Bian Rui returning to the yard with two small pieces of bamboo, looking at the color of the bamboo pieces, she knew that Bian Rui had just gone out to cut bamboo, and there were only these two pieces left in a piece of bamboo.

"Can this thing be cut with bamboo?" Yan Lan was skeptical of the two square green bamboos in Bian Rui's hand.

Bian Rui said: "Of course this can't be cut, you wait a while, I'll go and process this bamboo piece."

If you want to say that Rui's handiwork here is really not covered, the skills practiced by Chang Shuqin are used to make chicken head rice knives, which is easy! In less than two minutes, two bamboo chicken head rice knives are ready.

"Does this thing work?"

Yan Lan took a bamboo knife from Bian Rui's hand, and looked at it carefully, the bamboo knife was a bit like a shuttle dart, with a waist in the middle of the two tips, and the length was about fifteen centimeters.

Bian Rui said: "It's hard to understand what I say to you now, practice brings true knowledge, let's go to the field and you'll know how to use this thing, let's go! Now there is no stupid cow to call, are we riding a little sheep or what do you say?"

Yan Lan said: "Little sheep, by the way, did I let you add oil yesterday?

Bian Rui glared at Yan Lan when he heard this: "When you come on, the car can ride out of Mars."

Yan Lan, Ma Daha, never refueled now, once his car ran out of gas, he ran to the two big cruises to pump, and after the big cruise was pumped, he caught Bian Rui's little sheep pumping oil, and Bian Rui was really speechless when he mentioned this, and every time he rode a bicycle, he had to look at the oil first, even if it was the oil he had just added the day before, he had to see that there was less than ten kilometers of oil left in a tank of oil yesterday.

"Why don't you just buy a barrel of oil," Yan Lan was a little embarrassed.

Bian Rui said: "No, it's not safe to get a barrel of gasoline at home, just get a 20-liter military barrel with a barrel when I refuel."

As the two spoke, Bian Rui pushed out the little sheep, and Yan Lan went back to the house to get a straw hat for the two of them and buckled it on their heads, so the two of them set off with the guy and headed towards the chicken head rice field in the village.

It is said that the chicken head rice field is not actually a field, it is a barren pond, this pond belongs to the village publicly, a total of almost seven or eight acres of narrow area, which is full of long chicken head rice. When I arrived at the edge of the field, I saw that the whole pond seemed to be covered with green round plates.

"It's a bit similar to the lotus leaf, but it's a little uglier than the lotus leaf, it's all wrinkled," Yan Lan said as soon as she raised her feet and stood on the motorcycle in the shade.

Bian Rui said: "This is the leaf of the chicken head rice, the scientific name of the chicken head rice seems to be called the gourd, which is the fruit of this thing, okay, go down through the water, remember to occupy the shade first."

Parking the motorcycle in the shade on the shore, Bian Rui, who had just arrived at the place, found that the two of them had come a little early, and there was no one in the entire chicken head rice field, and the aunts who were going to come had not yet arrived.

The first one comes, this time it is natural to occupy the place where there is the shade of the tree, and the dog days stand on the sun and the ground wearing water and rely on the taste who knows.

After finding the nearest shady place, Bian Rui and Yan Lan put on the water and went into the water.

"I can't move" Yan Lan hadn't taken two steps into the chicken head rice pond before she felt a little unable to move her feet.

Bian Rui immediately imparted his experience: "You still imagine walking normally, at this time your feet have to go straight up and down, otherwise you will have no ......strength to dial the mud on your knees even if you pluck it a few times."

After teaching for a while, Yan Lan was finally able to move the pond around.

Fortunately, there are a lot of chicken head rice in the pond, and you don't need to run far to pick the chicken head rice.

Bian Rui taught Yan Lan how to use a bamboo knife to cut the chicken head rice from the fruit stalk without hurting the fruit stalk, Bian Rui just took Yan Lan out to play and didn't expect her to really do anything, so after teaching twice, he let Yan Lan play by herself, and Bian Rui himself concentrated on cutting the chicken head rice.

Yan Lan cut the first chicken head rice, and if it hurt the fruit stalk, he cut it anyway, and took it in his hand and looked at it a few times and asked, "Why is it called chicken head rice?"

Bian Rui straightened up and threw a fruit he had harvested into the basket: "Didn't you find that the one on it looks like a chicken's mouth?"

"Not like that!"

Bian Rui ignored Yan Lan when he heard this, and continued to get busy.

"Why don't you speak?"

Bian Rui said while touching the chicken head rice: "What do you want me to say if you talk to death?"

It's called chicken head rice because the fruit looks like a chicken head, and now you don't say it's like it, so how can Bian Rui talk about it?

"Oh well, it's kind of like".

"Then there's no need to talk about it, it's called chicken head rice because it looks like a chicken head. Okay, don't talk about it, when you get home, peel it out, cook chicken head rice porridge for you to drink," Bian Rui said.