Wan Yunjun didn't laugh for a while, and after Zhao Yuan finished the second lantern, the expression on his face was only shocked.

"Is there really a genius in this world?" Looking at the lanterns made by Zhao Yuan, Wan Yunjun looked at the crooked things called lanterns he made, and instantly became numb.

"Well, I'll just say, as long as you do it for me twice, it will be different, beautiful, Luoluo." Zhao Yuan glanced at Wan Yunjun proudly and said with a smile.

"It's good-looking, basically like a mouse on the bag, Uncle is awesome." Luoluo clapped her hands and said.

"Brother-in-law, I want one too." Xiaobao said expectantly.

"Okay, wait a minute." Zhao Yuan skillfully weaves the skeleton of the lantern with bamboo strips.

"You slow down, I'll follow." Wan Yunjun said.

More and more lanterns are made, in addition to the mouse shape required by Luoluo, there are various other animals, but the most are goat-shaped, after all, this year is the Year of the Goat.

In the end, Wan Yunjun and a few others were able to do it well, although they had only mastered one or two animal-shaped lantern making methods.

"Brother Yuan, do you still want to do it, it's a lot of piles, are you going to sell it?" Meng Ying watched several people making lanterns with great interest, and couldn't help but say as they made more and more.

"It's all so much, don't do it, atom, what do you say is a chicken can start to do it." Wan Yunjun stretched his waist and beckoned Zhao Yuan and said.

"I've long found out that we've made enough lanterns, but I didn't say anything about your high spirits." Zhao Yuan said happily.

"Uncle, don't forget that you can't eat big flowers." Luoluo reminded again.

"Don't worry, remember." Zhao Yuan patted the paste on his hand and said with a smile.

"Who's going to kill chickens?" Zhao Yuan asked again.

"I'll do it." Qian Hu said with a smile.

Zhao Yuan has never killed chickens, mainly because he can't do it at all, in modern times, once the family wants to kill a big rooster, Zhao Yuan felt that he had no problem, but he couldn't kill it all at once, the rooster flew all over the yard, and since then, he has never been able to do it again.

"Brother Qian's craftsmanship is the most neat, Boss Zhao, you show us where the chicken is, and we will help catch it." Yang Ding said.

"It's over there, it's locked up in a fence, you can go, it should be easy to catch, the hen of the color is kept, and the others are fine." Zhao Yuanchao pointed to the place where it was originally planned to be used to raise livestock and poultry.

The newly bought chickens in the countryside do not know that they are back to the nest, and they need to be locked up for a period of time to familiarize them with the environment, and then they can be stocked, and they will return to the nest by themselves when it is dark. The chickens that Zhao Yuan bought back are going through the process of being locked in the fence at the beginning, and it will not be difficult for Qian Hu and a few people to catch them.

It is said that at the beginning, it was made by beggars, and the chicken feathers were not plucked, but directly wrapped in soil and roasted in the fire pit, and the chicken feathers would stick to the soil.

Zhao Yuan prepared to make a chicken called Hua will be marinated with a variety of spices, the chicken belly will be stuffed with dried mushrooms and other ingredients, then wrapped in lotus leaves, wrapped in yellow mud, and roasted in the fire.

"Luoluo, don't you record the steps of your uncle to make a chicken?" Wan Yunjun picked up Luoluo and asked.

"Don't be busy yet, I'll ask Uncle later." Luoluo shook her head and said.

Qian Hu's movements were really quick, a total of nine chickens, except for the hen named Dahua by Luoluo, the other eight were caught in the yard by Qian Hu and his paws.

"Boss Zhao, is the boiling water boiled, okay, we're going to kill it."

"Wait a while, so many chickens need more boiling water, and boiling water is slower in winter."

"Do you want chicken blood?" Qian Hu asked.

"Keep it, you can make chicken blood glutinous rice." Zhao Yuan said.

Not only chicken blood, but also chicken offal, Zhao Yuan was ready to clean it up, ready to stir-fry a dish with the pickles brought from Zhaojiazhuang. Eight chickens, and there are a lot of offal cleaned up.

"What is Chicken Blood Sticky Rice?" Wan Yunjun asked.

"You'll know when it's done, let me sell it first." Zhao Yuan said with a smile.

In fact, this is just a custom of Zhao Yuan's hometown in modern times, after killing chickens, the chicken blood will be mixed with glutinous rice, and Zhao Yuan is not clear about the specific meaning, but the chicken blood glutinous rice steamed with green onions, bacon and other things has a unique flavor.

"When the water is boiled, you can kill the chickens." Meng Ying walked out of the kitchen and said to Zhao Yuan and the others who were chatting in front of the fire pit where the bamboo strips were roasted.

"Wait a minute, Luoluo, Xiaobao, do you dare to look at the killing chicken, don't you dare to look back in the room." Zhao Yuan said to a few little guys.

"Okay, uncle, I'm back in the kitchen, okay, call me, Uncle Xiaobao, Brother Xingxing, Brother Changyan, Brother Changsong, let's go in." Luoluo greeted a few friends.

"I'm not afraid, I want to see the killing of chickens." Changyan said refused.

"I'm not afraid, Luoluo, or you can go in by yourself." Xiaobao said with some embarrassment, while he wanted to see how to kill chickens, but he felt bad not to accompany Luoluo.

"I want to see chickens killed too." The stars also said.

"Alright then, look, don't be scared, I'm in the house." Luoluo said with her head tilted.

"Anything to see, go into the house." Wan Yunjun said to his two sons.

"We just want to see it, you don't want to see it yet." Changyan said.

"Second brother, let the children watch it, man, see if killing chickens can just practice their courage, haha." Zhao Yuan laughed first as he spoke. Although I didn't dare to kill chickens, I felt happy first when I saw that killing chickens could train my courage.

After a busy while, a few chickens were finally cleaned up, Zhao Yuan collected the more regular chicken feathers, prepared to tie the chicken feathers shuttlecock to play, and then began to marinate and make chickens.

"Atom, you all have to keep these chicken entrails, what are you doing with them?" Wan Yunjun didn't understand that Zhao Yuan was keeping the internal organs of the chicken, and asked.

"It's a good thing, it tastes better than chicken when you pack it up." Zhao Yuan said with a smile.

"You can just keep the chicken heart, chicken liver, and chicken gizzards, but you can also keep this chicken intestine, can you still eat it?" Wan Yunjun asked.

"Yes, the chicken intestines are delicious, second brother, you will know when you taste it."

A few chickens were marinated with spices, put them in a basin, and covered them, and then Zhao Yuan began to clean up the chicken offal, Wan Yunjun walked aside in disgust, teasing a few little guys.

"Brother Yuan, how to clean up, let's help." Meng Ying asked on the side.

"You don't need to deal with these, you just need to clean them, and these chicken intestines need to be turned over with a chopstick to wash them." Zhao Yuan began to demonstrate.

"Okay, let's do it." Meng Ying said with a smile.

The chicken marinated in seasoning needs to be marinated for a while, and Zhao Yuan plans to make the chicken offal first, and then steam a pot of chicken blood glutinous rice as the staple food.

In the laughter of the children, time passed slowly, and the delicacy called Hua Chicken prepared by Zhao Yuan was also buried in the fire, and a group of people roasted around the fire, looking at the flames on the fire, and their hearts were full of anticipation. In the kitchen, Zhao Yuan first fried some dried beans at the bottom of the pot, then covered the chicken blood glutinous rice on top, and sprinkled a layer of bacon and sausage minced on top of the glutinous rice, as well as chopped green onions, with the steam, a fragrance came to the nose.

"Atom, it's almost okay, we're all hungry." Wan Yunjun asked urging outside the house.

"Don't worry, don't be afraid of late for good things, wait a while, Luoluo, go get some rice cakes." Zhao Yuan smiled, and asked Luoluo to go to the house to get a few steamed rice cakes when he was in Zhaojiazhuang.

"Uncle, that's not delicious." Luoluo said.

"What's it, Luoluo go and bring it to the second uncle to taste."

It has been more than ten days since the rice cake was steamed, although the temperature was very low during this time, but it was also a little moldy, and it was still edible to roast on the charcoal fire.