Following the gaze of the heavens, Chen Yang suddenly knew the reason, a big peach tree pestle was there, who couldn't see it.

Although the Chen family's compound is a little remote, but the villagers in the township walk around frequently on weekdays, there are so few people in the village, who is the family, everyone is clear in their hearts, and now there are such a big peach tree, no wonder Tianlai has this expression.

"Oh, Xiaoyangzi, when did you have such a big peach tree in your house?"

"It's weird, I didn't have it two days ago, it's a rare thing."

"This peach tree is really not small, it must be hundreds of years old, and two or three people can't hug it."

"I think about it, isn't this a dead tree, it's only been a long time, and it's alive again."

"Oh, my God, look at the peaches on this tree, they are almost as big as the sea bowl at home, this is about to become a sperm."

"That's, that's it, I've lived for thirty or forty years, and I've never seen a peach this big."

A group of villagers were gossiping, saying everything, the scene was hot, lively, as if they were rushing to a big gathering, the voices were boiling, and Chen Yang's ears hurt a little.

The black boar who committed the crime was instead left on the ground, and no one paid attention to it, his limbs twitched, and there was a large blood stain on his body.

Chen Yang stood up at the right time, his face was not red, his breath was not panting, he lied without making drafts, and repeated the words "the sky will be thunderous, and the dead wood will be spring".

Not to mention, the villagers still really believe in this, they don't know how to pick a bone in the egg, even if this matter is in the past, at most it will be used as a conversation after dinner.

After all, since I grew up in the village, I know a little bit about foxes, whites, willows, and grays, and things like horse fairies, witches, and gods.

Next, there is the distribution of this black wild boar, everyone has been busy for a long time, how can they have some ideas, cut off some wild boar, beat the tooth sacrifice, speaking of which, I haven't eaten it for many years, and the taste is almost impossible to remember.

This is no problem, Chen Yang waved his hand, his nostrils were facing the sky, very refreshing, and he opened his mouth to ask for two pigs' hind legs.

This wild boar is a fresh taste, what's the use of a few hundred catties, whoever eats every day, it's better to divide it all and drop it among the villagers.

Good guys, people are like this, no profit can not be early, as soon as I heard that there is a wild boar to share, they all stretched out their arms, rubbing their hands, one of the old men, black and thin, really powerful, I don't know where to pick up a big kitchen knife more than a foot long, this is going to start.

This is Chen Qiye, a celebrity in ten miles and eight towns, who was romantic, uninhibited, and even more fierce when he was young, punching the Nanshan Tiger and kicking the Beihai Jiaolong.

When he was twenty or thirty years old, he went up the mountain and carried down a bear and a blind man, which was not an ordinary violent.

It was a lively afternoon, and the time passed slowly, and the afterglow of the setting sun paved this quiet mountain village with a layer of crimson clothes, and the twilight gradually thickened, and the sky was rendered as black as a crow.

The two fat pig's hind legs had already been delivered, Chen Yang looked at it, the meat was delicate and thick, it must be very chewy, and he checked it again, it was really not light, each of them weighed dozens of pounds.

At this time, the sky was not yet dark, and there was still a trace of the sun at the end of the horizon, and Mengmeng, the little girl, began to get busy, the oven, metal tripod, charcoal, hanging pot, all kinds of spices, large bags and small bags were unloaded from the RV, and a unique barbecue party began.

Of course, the chef is dreaming, and the coolie work is naturally done by Chen Yang, fiddling with the barbecue grill, fanning the wind and lighting the charcoal, washing and cutting the wild boar meat into dices, and wearing it into skewers......

It was a bright night, and the stars in the sky were like naughty monkeys, twinkling and shining in the sky, looking at the vast land.

At this time, Mengmeng was different from the past, his expression was solemn and meticulous, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his tender white forehead, and he really had the charm of a barbecue master.

In the red-hot oven, the fire flickered, and the skewers of barbecued meat, scorched at high temperatures, kept making a "bang" sound, and the dripping golden bright grease was forced out by the flames, and kept falling on the charcoal at the bottom, setting off bursts of blue-gray smoke.

The night is deep, everything is quiet, the stars and the moon are blurred, sprinkling a large area of silver-white light, the nightlife of the mountain village is not as wonderful as the metropolis, and it has fallen into silence early.

But the backyard of the Chen family is an exception, the fat tiger has long been released by Chen Yang, circling back and forth around a few little girls, but his eyes are firmly fixed on the barbecue in the oven, and the sound of swallowing saliva keeps coming out of his throat.

The mallet was no better, and the hungry slipped around several times, constantly screaming, and the heart was so anxious that they couldn't wait for a moment.

If you want to say who is the most positive, it is the little white bear, the little guy stretched his neck and looked into the oven, the two little bears grabbed and rubbed back and forth, and a crystal line of water flowed down from its mouth, looking like it was not coming out.

That is, the golden old turtle, the most calm, the old god is there, he doesn't eat anything all day long, and he finds a place to sleep for most of the day.

Yuanyuan and Lingling were also helping Mengmeng on the side, handing over spices and passing something, and the little appearance was quite serious.

On the contrary, Chen Yang became a big idler, with nothing to do, looking up at the endless starry sky at an angle of four or five degrees, muttering to himself, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Uncle Yang, here you go, it's hard work." Chen Yang came back to his senses, and there was an extra plate in front of him, more than a dozen dice-sized pieces of barbecue meat, placed horizontally and vertically on it, constantly exuding an attractive fragrance.

This little girl, there is still a place that is very cute.

Not bad, not bad, Mengmeng's barbecue skills, it is really a must, maybe it is really an ancestral business, this barbecue is bright in color, the skin is crisp and tender, take a bite, the rich meat juice gushes in the mouth, turns into a stream of water, rushes down, the more you eat, the more you can't stop your mouth.

But for the mallet and the fat tiger, these two big bellies, this bit of barbecue is not as good as stuffing between the teeth, and of course their main course is not this.

Chen Yang returned to the kitchen, picked up another pig's hind leg, and threw it aside, and suddenly the mallet and the fat tiger swarmed around.

"Uncle, there's something there." Ling Ling took small steps, ran over, pulled Chen Yang's sleeve, and pointed to a place with a small spring onion-like hand.

Looking in the direction of Lingling's little finger, there was indeed a faintly short figure, black and I didn't know what it was.

Chen Yang stood up and walked in that direction, he didn't believe it, this bright moon was in the sky, and there could be any evil spirits.