"Calm down, fatty, that sable doesn't seem to have run yet." A large hand rested on the fat man's shoulder, pulling his jumping body back.

The fat man turned around and saw that it was Wang Sanpao, and looked at Qiqi again, only to see that she was raising her little hand and beckoning to a big pine tree. Faintly, there was a purple shadow hidden in the middle of the branches.

Kiki waited in place for a while, fiddling with the remaining fish, but the sable never came down to admire it. Seeing that it was getting dark, the fat man had to regretfully beckon Qiqi over, this sable was too suspicious, unlike Maomao, wild boar cubs, they were all adopted by Qiqi when they were minors, and they were easier to deal with; Nor is it like sika deer and roe deer, which are docile herbivores in their own right.

"Do you want to take it down?" Wang Sanpao is still a little thief.

The fat man glared at him angrily: "If you want to kill it, you can fight it." With that, he put Kiki on his shoulders and strode forward. The snow in the forest was so thin in some places that it was barely passable.

Wang Sanpao finally put down the gun, of course he knew the rarity of sables, and he was reluctant to start. If it weren't for the remoteness of Daqing Mountain and the few people who came to hunt, it is estimated that there would be no sable hiding.

The lights soon lit up in the wooden flute, and the fire was lit in the stove pit, and the water was boiled, ready to fade the chickens, and the house gradually felt a little home.

"Let's go, dig out the dragon." Wang Sanpao pinched it, and saw that it was dark outside, so he hurriedly set off.

The old man Wu carried a shotgun on his back and led Qiqi with a big braid, and they all followed to see the rarity. The fat man was in a bad mood, so he didn't bother to move, so he stayed in the wooden flute to make a fire. When Qiqi saw it, he didn't go either, and squatted on the ground to pluck the long hairy feathers on the pheasant's tail.

When the water boiled, the fat man would take the pheasant, and the chicken intestines or something called Qiqi would be taken outside to feed the dogs. For a while, I didn't see Kiki go back to the house.

The fat man suddenly became excited, and hurriedly pushed the door and rushed out, only to see a black shadow flashing in front of him, and then there was a strange complaint: "Uncle Strange, I see that you scared Ah Zi away again." ”

"Ah Zi? It's the sable, it's back! The fat man immediately became excited, and maybe there was a play, and the guy must have been following him in the tree all along.

Qiqi threw the half-sliced crucian carp seeds in his hand under the window, and then pouted into the house, and after a while, the three people who took out the flying dragon returned, talking excitedly along the way.

A few more flying dragons faded, and even the pheasant boiled a big pot, and after the flying dragon was cooked, even the soup was scooped out of a large pot, and several people held a big bowl and squeaked and drank.

Wang Sanpao fished out the pheasants, mixed a large bowl of juice with soy sauce, salt noodles, sesame oil and peppercorn noodles, and then smeared them on the pheasants. Where the meat is thick, cut it twice so that you can taste it.

"The third uncle wants to smoke the chicken?" Fat people have a lot of research on diet and can see some ways.

Wang Sanpao nodded: "The pheasant meat is coarse, the fishy smell is big, it is smoked and torn to eat, it is more enjoyable, and it is a good dish to drink." ”

While speaking, a few pheasants were cleaned up, Wang Sanpao scooped out the water in the pot, and then sprinkled a handful of millet on the bottom of the pot, and threw the green onion and ginger and other condiments he brought in.

"It would be nice to have some tea." Wang Sanpao smacked his lips, a little regretful.

"I have." The fat man ran into the house, took out a pinch of tea leaves from the wooden box, and sprinkled them on the bottom of the pot.

Wang Sanpao spread a curtain in the pot, placed the pheasants one by one, covered the pot, added a few thin branches to the stove pit, and roasted them over a slow fire.

After a while, there was a light sound in the pot, and the fragrance of tea leaves and the aroma of green onion and ginger came out, so that people couldn't help but sniff and say that it was fragrant.

Gradually, the fragrance of rice also came out, Wang Sanpao opened the pot, turned the pheasant inside, and then smoked it for another half an hour, and then it was finished.

When I opened the pot, I saw a few pheasants smoked to golden brown, with a layer of oil on the surface, and I had an appetite when I looked at it. When he got to the house, Old Man Wu had already poured wine into the rice bowl, went up, tore off a chicken thigh and handed it to Qiqi, and tore another one for the big braid, and finally it was his turn, and he was not afraid of hot hands.

Put the chicken leg to his mouth horizontally, tear a big bite, chew it soundly, and then pick up the rice bowl, take a sip of wine, and then shout refreshingly.

The fat man will eat it, tear off a chicken wing, although the meat is not much, but the chicken skin is strong and delicious. Put it in your mouth, a smell of tea, and then the aroma of chicken, which has a unique flavor, and I can't help but praise it.

In the end, the five pheasants that had been smoked were all wiped out by five people, and the three catties of small burns brought by the fat man were also killed, Wang Sanpao and the old man Wu were so drunk that their faces were flushed, and after walking around the ground twice, they went to sleep on the kang.

There are five people with big and small, and this kang is not too big, so it is a little crowded. Old man Wu was on the kang, then Wang Sanpao, then the fat man, with a big braid hugging Qiqi at the top of the kang, and Qiqi was sandwiched between her drinking fat man.

It was the first time for the fat man to sleep on a kang with a big braid, and after blowing out the candles, listening to the sound of Suo Suo undressing, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, and lay down for more than ten minutes, only then listening to the majestic and powerful snoring of the old man Wu and Wang Sanpao, and smelling the breath of the opposite sex from the other side, he finally fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, the fat man suddenly felt that there was something under his neck, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that it was the big braid lying on his back, Qiqi was lying in her arms, and then one of the big pigtails was on the fat man's neck, and he slept quietly, but the posture was really a little ambiguous.

Although the fat man enjoyed this feeling very much, he thought that there were still those two old men, if he was seen, he would definitely talk about it. So he gently put his pigtailed hand on the quilt, and got up and got off the kang.

After breakfast, Wang Sanpao went to put down the cover, and the old man Wu and the big pigtails followed to see the excitement. The fat man had other plans, so he left Qiqi behind and prepared to trap the sable.

Qiqi originally wanted to have big pigtails, so he was not very happy: "Uncle Strange, you can smoke the remaining pheasant for me." ”

When she was employing people, the fat man didn't care about her little girl, and after agreeing, he took out two crucian carp seeds from the wooden box and handed them to Qiqi, and then asked her to wander around the courtyard. The fat man leaned on the window and looked at it, only to see Qiqi holding a bait in his hand, and just after two swings, the sable appeared not far away, as if it suddenly came out from under the snow, and the movement was too fast.

Kiki teased it for a while, then threw the fish at his feet, and the sable came up in small steps, until at last he came up in front of the crucian carp and melon seeds, and began to nibble on them. Even Kiki's little hand touched its back, and it didn't run away.

The fat man was overjoyed in the house: this relationship develops relatively quickly, and at this rate, it is estimated that it will not be able to become a family at night, hehe......

Then, he went to smoke the chicken with confidence, ready to reward the meritorious man. Maybe it's because of the gluttony, the fat man has some talent for cooking. He threw the chicken into the pot and boiled it first, and then put a few more pieces of meat in the pot by the way.

With a few wooden halberds, the fat man returned to the bed to check on the progress outside. At this look, the fat man almost scared his soul: the Siberian tiger!

I saw a huge Siberian tiger walking slowly towards the big forest in the distance, holding a small Qiqi in its huge mouth, and its petite body swayed back and forth from time to time, like a falling leaf in the wind.