Just when they were puzzled, the villagers' actions made them even more strange, seeing that the villagers wrapped these cleaned chickens with live thin mud and dug a pit to bury them.

The tourist couldn't help but be curious and asked, "Why do you bury all the fresh local chickens, do you want to sell them to us, and we will take them back and eat them ourselves, so it's too wasteful to bury them."

The villagers who had buried the chickens wrapped in soil laughed when they heard this, and some villagers told the tourists that they would know why they had buried the chickens in the mud.

Yang Chengzhi looked at the puzzled tourists and asked with a smile, "I don't know if you have seen the Legend of the Condor Heroes, if you want to read it, you can think about what the nine-fingered beggar Hong Qigong in it often eats, and you will know what we are going to do."

A tourist, who may be a fan of Kim Dae-jin, stood up and asked, "Are you burying the local chicken to make the legendary flower chicken, this thing doesn't taste good?"

Yang Chengzhi gave him an approving look, nodded and said, "We are just calling it a flower chicken for everyone, rest assured that we will start making this flower chicken when we are young, and the taste will definitely not be bad as it said in the novel."

Tourists are full of curiosity when they hear that they are called the legendary flower chicken, they really haven't eaten the legendary called flower chicken, they feel that today is worth it, out of the fun, but also eat the usual more than the food can not eat.

Yang Chengzhi and some villagers began to move the still burning fire to the place where the chickens were buried, and added a lot of branches to it, and when the fire was ignited, Yang Chengzhi took the time to drink a bottle of drink, and he was tired just now.

When the fire dissipated, the villagers began to barbecue hares and carp, and Yang Chengzhi found a few branches, skewered a few buds with green skin, and put them on the fire to barbecue with the villagers.

The bud rice is also ripe quickly, and when the outer layers of the outer skin are burned off, the bud rice inside is just roasted, Yang Chengzhi put the bud rice on the side of the plate, got up and went over to get a bottle of beer, planning to get some hare or something to eat later.

When he returned to the place where the buds were placed, there were only a few burnt branches left in the plate, and he wondered, supposedly, that it was placed in this place, and how the branches of the buds were there, but the buds were gone.

I looked around and saw the girl who took Heijo University to school, holding up the roasted brown bud and swaying at him, meaning that I smiled at these first, and if I wanted to eat it, I would roast it myself.

Yang Chengzhi looked speechlessly at the few people who lowered their heads and nibbled on the buds that had just been baked, there was no way that these tourists were all gods, so he could only take a few more buds.

With the previous experience, Yang Chengzhi baked the bud rice, but he didn't dare to let go, he didn't let go, but it didn't mean that he could eat it in his mouth, just baked, a few tourists came over, looking at the bud rice in his hand.

There was no choice but to hand the bud rice in his hand to the tourist, and roasted it seven or eight times before and after, Yang Chengzhi ate the roasted bud rice, ate the roasted bud rice, grilled fish, and drank cold beer, Yang Chengzhi breathed a sigh of relief, and finally could eat his own barbecue.

After drinking a bottle of beer, Yang Chengzhi stood up and looked around, these four or five hundred tourists are all virtuous, their hands and mouths are covered with grease, and they don't seem to have eaten less.

There are many tourists with beers in their hands, standing behind the barbecue villagers waiting for the food they crave, they have never eaten such a barbecue. Although the villagers are not professional barbecue personnel, and the seasonings are not as complete as those hotels and food stalls, the hare and carp grilled are much better than those roasted in those places.

After the villagers grilled the hare and carp at hand for the tourists to eat, most of the tourists lay on the ground regardless of the image, the barbecue ate too much, they all have a little feeling of not being able to sit upright, if you want to sit upright, the lower abdomen will be uncomfortable, there is no way but to lie down and digest it.

Seeing that the tourists were lying on the ground, Yang Chengzhi and the villagers looked at each other and smiled, opened the fire on the ground with branches, dug a pit and buried it, and dug out something that looked like a lump of dirt from under the fire.

There are tourists who are waiting to taste the flower chicken, looking at the pile of soil lumps placed on the ground, frowning, and saying in their hearts, "This is the legendary flower chicken, it doesn't look very good, I knew that I would eat roasted hare and grilled fish."

The villagers also saw the doubts of the tourists, a villager carried a large tray, Yang Chengzhi and other villagers began to use a thick wooden stick, knocking open the lumps one by one, and there was a peculiar meat aroma different from the barbecue hare and grilled fish. After the lump is broken, the chicken feathers on the body of the native chicken are stained on the burned dry soil, and the white and tender flower chickens exude a rich meat fragrance, which makes the tourists move their index fingers and swallow their saliva uncontrollably.

The tourists who were originally suspicious of the chicken were not suspicious of the taste of the chicken, and they all stared at the chicken in the villagers' tray.

When the chickens were divided into groups, the tourists learned that ordinary villagers could make food comparable to that made by the chefs of big hotels, and they had been to many places and had never eaten such delicious chicken.

This is called the flower chicken roast is so fragrant, even some small bones are fragrant, to the last one called the flower chicken only turned into a small pile of bones, those small bones are chewed and eaten by tourists.

When the tourists finished eating the last piece of chicken, the sun was about to set, and people consciously cleaned up the remnants of the barbecue, and the representatives of the tourists came to ask Yang Chengzhi about their expenses.

Yang Chengzhi asked the villagers who were transporting the ingredients, and finally calculated and told the representatives of the tourists that each man was 150 Huaxia coins, and the women were 100 Huaxia yuan each.

After hearing this, the tourists all said that it was too cheap, and they were embarrassed to come over in the future, and they all said that eating such a barbecue in the place where they lived, and one person spent at least 500 Huaxia yuan.

Yang Chengzhi told them that these things are their own things, and they are sold to them according to the market price, and the labor of the villagers will not be counted, as long as the tourists have fun.

Some tourists who like to eat and drink, listen to Yang Chengzhi say this, take out their mobile phones and call their relatives and friends at the moment, let them cross Yangjiagou tomorrow, this place has a beautiful environment, not to mention, the price of food is really affordable, not for anything else, even if they eat in this place for seven days, they also feel that it is worth it.

In the end, due to the request of tourists, Yang Chengzhi decided to open up a special open space at the edge of the village to prepare barbecues and other things for tourists every day.

When I returned to the village, there were several tourists, who had eaten too much and felt uncomfortable in my lower abdomen when walking, so Yang Chengzhi had no choice but to let the villagers help them to the car with the villagers' ingredients and send them back to the village first.

Back in the village and sending the tourists away, Yang Chengzhi greeted the villagers who were helping in the farmland in the afternoon to have a meeting in the school cafeteria.

When they arrived at the school cafeteria, the villagers counted that a total of 68,000 Chinese yuan had been recovered in the afternoon, and more than 22,000 yuan had been left in the cost of removing the ingredients.

There were a total of forty people who helped in the afternoon, and Yang Chengzhi handed over the 22,000 Huaxia coins to one person and asked him to distribute the money to the villagers who helped in the afternoon.

In the end, the villagers held more than 500 Huaxia coins in their hands, and they didn't know how to speak, it stands to reason that they helped various activities in the village, and the village gave them a lot of subsidies, but they didn't expect that there would be such an income.

But Yang Chengzhi, who contributed the most in the afternoon, only took the cost of pulling the ingredients from his house, and did not share a penny with them, which made them respect Yang Chengzhi even more.