In 1992, there was no electricity in Shiyi Village, every household, the lighting is kerosene lamp, colloquially called, also called "fire oil", kerosene lamp is also very simple, that is, a wine bottle, filled with kerosene, through a wick rope, light the wick rope, you can illuminate.

Zhang Daman simply cleaned up the house, swept away the dust, opened a dilapidated cupboard that was about to be corroded and collapsed by insects, and "Xi Xi Suosuo" jumped out a few fat-headed mice.

Leng Buding jumped out of the cupboard, startled Zhang Daman, he dodged sideways, and said self-deprecatingly: "Damn, fortunately, Ya ran fast, otherwise, it would be the meat on Lao Tzu's chopping board." ”

Rats are still eaten, although those barbecue stalls say they are voles, but there are so many voles waiting for you to catch, and many of them are raised in batches.

Zhang Xiaoman stood aside and didn't say a word, or rather, when he returned to this familiar and strange old house, the whole person was not good, but he couldn't say anything bad.

I always felt that something was wrong, everything in front of me was very familiar, but it was like a scene from many years ago, as if it had been sealed in memory for many years.

For the memories of his past life, Zhang Xiaoman is fragmented, sporadic, and even blank, but when he touches some familiar scenes, he always feels an indescribable wrongness.

Looking at the scene of Zhang Daman's cleanup, he felt more and more that the man named "Dad" in front of him was really reliable?

"Dad, how long has it been since we've been home?

Zhang Daman glanced at the cupboard, except for a few porcelain bowls, there was also a small bag of salt, any oil, monosodium glutamate and other seasonings, there was no at all. Even the bowls in the cupboard climbed up to a layer of dust.

He only remembered that after his wife Luo Yuhong ran away with another man in his previous life, he was away from home for a period of time, and according to the current situation, it should be after Luo Yuhong ran away with someone.

But he really couldn't remember how long he had been away from home, where he had gone, and his head was a mess.

may also be due to the rebirth of the rebirth, many memories of the past life are already very vague.

He looked at Zhang Xiaoman and spread his hands, "It shouldn't be long!"

Zhang Xiaoman's stomach "gurgling" and making a revolution, "Baba, I'm so hungry, when can I eat chicken?"

Zhang Daman patted his head, Nima, is he too hungry, he almost forgot, in this old house, things are dirty and messy, it is already an unchangeable fact, then let him go and solve the stomach problem first.

Looking around, there was only that small bag of salt as a seasoning, and he grinned, "Xiaoman, tonight Daddy will let you try Zhang's salt-baked chicken!"

Zhang Xiaoman had a pair of suspicious eyes, but as soon as he heard what salt-baked chicken, his saliva was already about to flow out.

With a small bag of salt alone, you can't make any delicious chicken, Zhang Daman also ridiculed himself, salt and chicken, isn't that salt-baked chicken.

I found a black linen-painted, dust-covered pig iron pot, took well water, washed and brushed, set up a stove, and began to boil water.

grabbed the big hen that came from Yang Ronghua's house, grabbed the chicken's neck, and used the kitchen knife that had just been sharpened to wipe the chicken's neck, and the chicken blood flowed out of the chicken's neck.

The desire to survive overcame everything.

Killing a chicken, for Zhang Daman, is definitely a little K.S, provoke him, and he can kill people.

The chicken, whose neck was wiped off, was bleeding profusely, and its feet struggled a few times, and a few bubbles came out from the bloody wound, and it didn't move.

After the water is boiled, pluck the large hen, wash it, chop it into small pieces, put it in a pot and simmer.

After a while, the room began to fill the room with the aroma of chicken soup, and the wafting smell made the hungry father and son drool incessantly.

It is no exaggeration to say that the chicken soup cooked by this chicken tonight must be the most fragrant and delicious chicken soup Zhang Daman has ever eaten in his life.

While cooking, he squatted next to the pig iron pot with Zhang Xiaoman, smelling the aroma wafting out of the pot, which was even more exciting than inhaling fairy breath.

That feeling of intoxication, like those poppy addicts who are addicted to cigarettes and are suddenly able to take a few puffs.

"Baba, how long will it take to eat?" Zhang Xiaoman's stomach was rumbling and screaming, and Zhang Daman was also so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.

"It will take a while, this big hen has to be stewed for a longer time, otherwise it will not be able to gnaw and be wasted. "Zhang Daman doesn't want to waste a little, it's best to stew the bones of this big hen and chew it softly, so that it won't be wasted at all.

Finally simmered for about half an hour, watching the chicken soup in the pot start to become a little white, sprinkled with salt, and after tasting it, he picked up the big chicken thigh, gave one to Zhang Xiaoman, and picked one up himself.

Regardless of whether it was hot or not, the father and son squatted, "hiss...... Trembling ......" while spitting hot air while nibbling on a large chicken thigh.

In this era, poultry will not be fed with feed, and they all eat corn bran, wild vegetables, etc., real green, real ground chickens.

The taste is really so delicious that the gods can't eat it, it's so delicious, the tender meat, a little sweet meat, even that little bit of juice, I can't afford to waste it, while gnawing on the chicken legs, I have to suck that little bit of juice into my mouth.

"Baba, the chicken thighs are so delicious and fragrant!" Zhang Xiaoman smiled innocently.

But Zhang Daman's eyes were a little moist, and his heart was a little sour, and he couldn't imagine that for a meal of chicken, he was chased and bitten by Yang Ronghua's big yellow dog, and Yang Ronghua scolded his ancestors for eighteen generations, what is this called, this era of cheating.

The key is that this is still an extraordinary means to have the opportunity to eat chicken, otherwise, as the widow Li Chunhua said, these days, let alone eating chicken, is used as farm fertilizer, and even chicken feathers have to be eaten.

After nibbling on the chicken legs, the father and son each scooped up a bowl of chicken soup, mixed the chicken pieces with the chicken broth, and nibbled on the chicken while drinking the hot chicken broth.

So hungry that the chest is pressed against the back, a bowl of piping hot chicken soup is simply a delicacy in the world, even more delicious than dragon meat.

"Xiaoman, when you go to school and study, study hard, and in the future, you will have chicken legs to eat, don't you understand?" Zhang Daman poured a bowl of "Chicken Soup for the Soul" to Zhang Xiaoman by the way, and he was a Diao Min, doing something lacking in morality, that was not a thing, but Xiaoman was different, he wanted to study hard, in this era, knowledge changes fate, it is not a joke, but a real positive energy chicken soup.

How many children from poor families have risen from poverty by studying.

Especially in poor mountainous areas like Shiyi Village, reading is one way, or rather, the only way to get out of the mountains.