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The village is located in the mountains where the cold wind is raging in winter, and the warmth of the houses has become a major concern. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because the village is in the middle of nowhere, and there are rough mountain roads connecting to the town, it is impossible to transport bricks and tiles into it. And the villagers do not have much money to spare, to be able to build a bright brick house, so they have to take local materials, cut more than one person high of small leaf camphor grass from the mountain, dry it with a rope to form a grass curtain, spread it on the frame of wood, and the surrounding walls are made of yellow mud and broken grass, mixed with mud blocks that are dragged into a pile, warm in winter and cool in summer.

Because the mud wall will always be hit by the rain during the heavy rain in summer, a small pile of loess is piled up in the yard of every house all the year round, which is dug out of the clay pit opposite the village.

Under the command and request of Ling Yang, more than a dozen junior generals were busy outside for a long time, preparing yellow mud and sticks and firewood. Taking advantage of this time, Ling Yang had already cleaned up the pheasants and rabbits, brushed a layer of salt water on the outside, and smeared a layer of salt noodles on his hollowed out stomach, so he walked into the yard with a large basin.

The wound on Chu Wanyi's ankle had been wrapped in strips of cloth by Ling Yang, and she was lying on the windowsill at the moment, looking through the glass, watching Ling Yang busy with interest.

Ling Yang first picked out four wooden sticks of suitable thickness, threaded the rabbit from neck to tail, and roasted it on a lit fire. Although the black smoke from the burning of pine branches and pine towers smokes a faint orange-yellow color on the surface of the rabbit meat, it naturally penetrates the fragrance of pine oil into the rabbit meat.

The tails of the two male pheasants were full of brightly colored long hairs, which were plucked off by Ling Yang, pinched in their hands, and gave them to the children to play with one by one. He reconciled a small pile of yellow mud, wrapped the two pheasants tightly, and waited for a large fire to burn until only red coals remained, and then buried the two mud balls wrapped in the chickens.

Ling Yang's nose was red from the cold, sitting on a cut tree stump, busy flipping four roasted squeaky and oily rabbits, looking at the children with a smile, and singing the folk children's songs of the Southern Dynasty hand in hand.

Chu Wanyi saw it interestingly, and limped over, Ling Yang had no choice but to contribute the stump of the tree he was sitting on, turned back into the house, took out a thick sheepskin jacket, and draped it on Chu Wanyi's body.

Chu Wanyi was frolicking with the children, and when she thought of Xiaodong and Tianbao again, a burst of longing hit her heart, and she happened to see Ling Yang squatting on the ground, constantly flipping over the fire to roast rabbits, with a focused expression.

Chu Wanyi stared at Ling Yang's side face, and a sense of tranquility and steadfastness suddenly surged in her heart, recalling that every time she encountered danger, this man would never abandon and guard her side. More than once with their lives.

Inadvertently, Chu Wanyi's pupils were quietly plated with a faint layer of gold, and her whole heart trembled, and she suddenly remembered the group mission she was carrying, and her heart involuntarily hardened. The originally quiet and soft expression on his face also revealed a trace of indifference and hideousness that was not easy to detect.

Ling Yang turned his back to Chu Wanyi, carefully plucked the roasted rabbit from the short branch next to the fire, inserted it into the snow and cooled it for a while, first tore off one of his thighs, and handed it to Chu Wanyi with a smile.

Chu Wanyi's face immediately recovered, and she smiled: "I don't like to eat greasy things, you can give me a rabbit head to eat." I remember that in the county seat, I once went to an old Xuanjia rabbit head shop for decades, and their rabbit head tasted very strong, you don't want to fool me"

Ling Yang had no choice but to hand the rabbit leg to the bean, pull out the rabbit head, first put it to his mouth and blew it, and then wrapped a dry corn leaf and handed it to Chu Wanyi.

Seeing Ling Yang's meticulous care, Chu Wanyi's eyes obviously flashed a trace of struggle, but she was quickly overwhelmed by the thick calm, took the rabbit head with a smile, tore off a small strip of roasted golden shredded meat from it, and feasted on it.

Chu Wanyi hadn't eaten for a day, and she devoured rabbit meat, but in Ling Yang's opinion, she didn't feel rude at all, but instead seemed to have a touching charm.

Ling Yang muttered: "Sure enough, no matter what a beautiful woman does, there will be men who praise and appreciate it; People with lower appearance, even if they are playing a noble sport like golf, they look like shoveling, and the wise sayings circulating on the Internet of our Huaguo University are really extraordinary."

Soon, the mud buried in another pile of firewood ash also made a soft beeping sound. Ling Yang pulled out the mud ball with a firewood branch, picked up a cut brick casually, and knocked it the mud ball, and the hard yellow mud that had already been burned suddenly shattered into mud blocks of different sizes, revealing the steaming chicken in the middle, and the aroma penetrated into everyone's nostrils.

Seeing that it was getting late, Ling Yang separated the chicken and let the children go home on their own, leaving only a few rabbit heads and a pair of chicken wings, which were placed in a shallow bamboo basket, and sat opposite Chu Wanyi, concentrating on dealing with the food in front of him.

Ling Yang ate a chicken wing, picked up a water bag made of cowhide beside him, unscrewed the lid, took a sip of the soju inside, and sighed with satisfaction: "Winter and snowy nights, all the sounds are silent, and there is wine and meat, and fairies are beside them, beautiful and delicious, such a fairy day is really enjoyable."

Chu Wanyi glanced at Ling Yang with disgust: "Talking nonsense all day long, there is no serious thing to say, are you undergoing a beating again?"

Ling Yang looked at the mountains in the distance, and recalled in a daze: "Do you remember the first time we were alone together, it was the two-day and one-night activity organized by Xiaodong Kindergarten. Next to the reservoir in Sifeng Mountain, you were cheated of all the food by the fat guy of the high-ranking official, and only a little biscuits and beef were left, hahahaha"

Chu Wanyi obviously remembered that trip as well, and in her memory, the flower fields in the valley were full of flowers, like a huge treasure trove of flowers. Chu Wanyi was drunk for the first time in her life, and when she was wandering in the sea of flowers, she forgot her feelings for a while, and actually got rid of her body with Ling Yang Chiguo and entangled in the flowers for a long time. That kind of feeling that was very shy, but it was slightly expectant, now that she thought about it, Chu Wanyi still felt that her face was red and her ears were hot, so she quickly snatched Ling Yang's wine bag and took a sip lightly to hide her increasingly red cheeks.

With Ling Yang's shrewdness, how could he not guess what Chu Wanyi was thinking, seeing Chu Wanyi's delicate and lovely appearance, he couldn't help but have his heart beating faster, and he was bold, stretched out a hand to wrap Chu Wanyi's slender waist, and said with a smile: "Do you remember when I returned to Tangyuan from the provincial capital, in your office, the two of us were on the desk Hu Tian Hu Di I remember that time it seemed to be interrupted by the driver Uncle Li, or let's continue now to see who is more powerful."

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