Fang Jing didn't speak again, what could he say? Throw down the bamboo and go to the bamboo forest to cut the bamboo again, and the dog baby will follow the bamboo forest with a hoe if he is fine.

"Brother Jing, Xiao Tuanzi gave me the milk just now, it's delicious, where did you get that?" The dog baby followed behind Fang Jing and asked Fang Jing.

"Dog, that milk can't be obtained casually, it was also yesterday when I met a merchant in the mountains and forests, and exchanged it for a rabbit." Fang Jing had to find an excuse to fool the dog, but she didn't want the dogboy to get to the bottom of it, and if she asked endlessly, it would be a dead stilt.

The dog baby didn't ask any further, in fact, it was in vain to ask, the merchant also came to Fangjia Village, it was rare to have one or two times a year, there were countless fun and delicious things, the dog baby had seen it before, and begged his mother to buy it, and was smoked by his wife and cried.

The two came to the bamboo forest, Fang Jing cut bamboo, the dog baby dug bamboo shoots, each did his own thing, Fang Jing had great strength, the speed of cutting bamboo was so fast that no one could compare, after cutting a tree, he would change to a denser place at will and then cut it, the dog baby picked up the hoe and dug the bamboo shoots hard, although the person was small, but he was also a child of a poor family, and he was also a small helper when he worked.

Fang Jing cut seven bamboos, and after cutting the bamboo branches, he resisted and sent them home, and the dog baby continued his great business of digging bamboo shoots, bamboo shoots are not easy to dig, not difficult to dig, but the hoe is not powerful, and the dog baby is small and has little strength, so it is naturally slow.

Fang Jing continued to come back to cut the bamboo after sending it, and it was almost enough to ask for five or six sticks, Fang Jing finished cutting the bamboo, ran to the side of the dog baby, and looked at the basket, there were only three poor bamboo shoots in it.

"Dog, give me the hoe, I'll dig, you have little strength and dig slowly, I have a lot of strength and dig fast." Fang Jing took the hoe and started digging, the speed was so fast, he dug a basket in a quarter of an hour, but Fang Jing didn't mean to stop, this basket was not enough, dig one more basket, one basket for each of the two families.

Fang Jing was almost done, so he stopped, and then asked the dog baby to continue peeling the shell, and he resisted the bamboo and carried a basket of bamboo shoots back.

Fang Jing, who threw down the bamboo, carried an empty basket and went to the bamboo forest, he was busy going in and out, and he didn't have time to stop to drink a bowl of water, and when he returned to the bamboo forest, he saw that the dog baby was still peeling the shell, and he also went to peel the shell with the dog baby.

"Dog, have you ever thought about what you want to do when you grow up?" Fang Jing asked the dog baby about her future plans during the shelling process.

"Brother Jing, don't you have to divide the fields and farm when you grow up?" The dog baby didn't know why Fang Jing asked this question, and felt that there was a problem with the question, didn't the people in the village have to give land when they grow up.

"Then when you grow up, do you want to farm and farm?" Fang Jing felt that if she asked further, did the dog baby have any other ideas besides farming.

"Brother Jing, farming and harvesting grain, and then a mother-in-law giving birth to a baby, if you can eat enough food and meat every day, it would be the best." The dog baby's eyes flashed in response to Fang Jing's question, but at the same time, she hoped to have enough food and meat to eat.

"You little brat, how old are you, you want to marry a mother-in-law and give birth to a baby for you, hahaha, you haven't grown a single hair, so you want a mother-in-law. Hahaha". Fang Jing pointed at the dog baby and laughed so much that tears came out, this little kid was thinking so far away.

"Brother Jing, don't laugh at me, when you grow up, you have to say that a mother-in-law gave birth to a baby, this is what my mother said." The dog baby said angrily to Fang Jing.

"Yes, yes, when you grow up, you want to say that a mother-in-law will give birth to a baby, that's right, but you also have to wait until you grow up, you are only so old, and you start to want to say that your mother-in-law has a baby, dog baby, do you want a mother-in-law now, hahaha." Fang Jing continued to laugh at the little kid in front of her.

"I won't tell you, Brother Jing laughs at me." The dog baby blushed, and didn't care about Fang Jing, so she moved aside and continued to peel bamboo shoots.

"Okay, Brother Jing won't talk about you, don't be angry, what's the matter." Fang Jing had to give in, don't make this little kid cry, it would be a little ugly.

"That, dog, have you ever seen a bamboo mouse in this bamboo forest?" Fang Jing changed the topic and asked the dog baby, wanting to ask if the dog baby had ever seen a bamboo rat.

"Bamboo rats? Isn't it a bamboo civet? Fang Jing listened to what the dog baby said about the bamboo civet, but she didn't quite understand, Fang Jing only knew the bamboo rat, and the ghost knew that the bamboo rat also had a name called bamboo raccoon.

"What is a bamboo civet? Like a mouse, it's quite big, there's a pound or two, chubby? Fang Jing also compared the appearance and size, hoping to determine from the dog's mouth that the bamboo civet was a bamboo rat.

"Well, it's quite big, fat, like a mouse, but I can't catch it, Uncle Shi has caught one before." The dog baby also described it, and after hearing it, Fang Jing determined that the bamboo civet was a bamboo rat.

"I can't catch it because the bamboo civet doesn't come out during the day, only at night, as long as there is a sleeve, I'm afraid that I can't catch it, I don't believe it, there are a few empty sets to eat, the taste is more fragrant than pork." Fang Jing began to think about how to cook bamboo rats, and said that the taste should only be in the sky, and how many times can it be smelled in the world.

The dog baby listened to Fang Jing's words that the meat of the bamboo civet was delicious, and she was also looking forward to Fang Jing when she would catch it and come back to eat, but it was unlikely to come for the time being, so she had to hope for the future.

After making the bamboo shoots and carrying them home, when I got home, I began to boil the bamboo shoots, sliced them in a basket and dried them, and then I had to start preparing for lunch.

"Dog, you go back with this basket of bamboo shoots, just put them in a basket to dry, and then come back to cook for me." Fang Jing pointed to the bamboo shoots that had been cut and boiled in the basket on the ground, and said to the dog.

"Okay, Brother Jing." The dog baby was very obedient and went home with the basket.

Fang Jing took a small piece of very tender bamboo shoots, came to Xiong Er, who was surrounded by three little babies, and handed over the bamboo shoots, wanting to see if Xiong Er could eat bamboo shoots.

"Brother Jing, the iron beast doesn't eat bamboo shoots, it has to eat iron." The eldest girl was on the side, and said to Fang Jing, who handed the bamboo shoots to Xiong Er.

"Sister Eldest Girl, my brother said that Bai Zhen doesn't eat iron, and eats vegetables and bamboo shoots." Fang Yuan immediately defended.

"Little Chief, no, it's not right, the iron-eating beast will eat iron." The eldest girl was also busy saying to Fang Yuan.

Xiong Er smelled the smell of bamboo shoots, sat down and picked it up and bit it, the bamboo shoots were very tender, Xiong Er's mouth could still be bitten, and the big girl on the side looked at Xiong Er who was biting the bamboo shoots and was stunned.

Fang Jing didn't want to explain anything, facts speak louder than words, Xiong Er's love for bamboo shoots is in his bones, without bamboo bamboo shoots, Xiong Er is estimated to become a dead Xiong Er, Xiong Er doesn't care what creatures are on the side, as long as you don't beat it and kill it, grab it to eat, whatever you do.

"Jing Wazi, this iron-eating beast really doesn't eat iron? Can you live with bamboo shoots for dinner? Fang Dayong was also confused, very puzzled by this, saying that a good iron-eating beast should eat iron, and if you eat iron, you will have teeth to bite people.

"Uncle Dayong, the iron-eating beast doesn't eat iron, it's just that others watch the iron-eating beast lick the pot, isn't there salt in the soup in the pot to cook the meal, I think it's eating iron, so that's how the name iron-eating beast came out, I prefer to call it a cat bear, do you see Xiong Er's face is like a cat? The body looks a bit like a bear? Fang Jing opened his mouth to explain the reason why the iron-eating beast didn't eat iron, and also corrected Xiong Er's name.

In fact, the giant panda in the previous life, whose real name is the panda, is the recorded panda in the recorded literature, which is the recorded cat bear, but the time recorded in the literature is before the establishment of New China, and the way of recording is from right to left, and later when the giant panda was named, everyone has long been accustomed to going from left to right, and the person who named it also wrote the cat bear into his record and became a panda.

"If you don't say it's true, this round head but its body really looks like a bear, and it's right to call it a cat bear." Fang Dayong looked at Xiong Er and felt that what Fang Jing said was reasonable.

Fang Jing didn't say anything, got up and started cooking, went back to the back room and moved the table out, scooped some thick noodles and poured them, added water and noodles, kneaded them, and didn't ferment them, mainly because there was no yeast or flour alkali, so they had to make some noodles at will.

I went back to the stove and began to make bamboo shoots and pig's head meat, the dog baby burned the fire in the stove, Fang Jing cooked, for more than half an hour, after the dish was ready, it was poured into the washed clay pot, and it was placed in the eyes of the small stove and added a little heat to stew slowly.

"Dog, increase the heat and bring the water to a boil, and I'll make soup cakes in a while." Fang Jing shouted at the dog baby who was burning the fire.

Fang Jing kneaded the dough, made small balls, kneaded into sticks, flattened, cut strips, a dragon-like technique, the big girl who saw it on the side was lined up one by one, and the big girl was ready to take the second baby home to eat after reading it, and the big girl knew that she couldn't eat at Brother Jing's house today, which was what her mother told the three of them yesterday.

"Big girl, why are you going with the second baby, you're going to eat in a while, what are you running?" Fang Jing watched the eldest girl go home with the second baby, and hurriedly stopped.

"Jing Wazi, let them go back to eat, don't cook for them." Fang Dayong didn't want the three children to eat at Fang Jing's house every day, this was a lot of food, and the three babies could also eat it, if he really wanted to eat all the food in Fang Jing's house, Fang Dayong felt that he was a sinner, and besides, the half-grown children ate the poor, which was also a helpless thing.

"Uncle Dayong, what do you say? How about a meal? In the future, the three of you will come to eat with Brother Jing, Brother Jing is your brother, you can still afford to manage your food, you are not allowed to go back, I will smoke whoever goes back. Fang Jing raised his hand and raised the bamboo stick in his hand and said.

The eldest girl looked at her father, saw that her father nodded silently, and happily took the second baby into the stove room, wanting to help light the fire, but the dog baby was already burning the fire, so she had nothing to do, so she had to take the second baby and Fang Yuan to stand on the edge of the stove and watch Fang Jing put down a note.

The noodles are good, put salt and sauce, and sprinkle some wild onions, all live, tell the dog baby to stop all the fire, run out of the stove room to wipe the table clean, move under the orange tree, and then serve the clay pot, the iron pot, the dishes and chopsticks, and prepare to eat. The dishes and chopsticks were brought from home by Fang Jing just now, otherwise, what would there be to eat without the dishes and chopsticks.

"Uncle Yong, stop what you do, wash your hands and eat, and the dog baby will scoop a bowl of water for your father and wash his hands." Fang Jing hurriedly told Fang Dayong not to get it anymore, it was time to eat, it was almost ten o'clock, everyone was very hungry, and if she didn't eat again, Fang Jing felt that her little sister was going to eat herself when she looked at herself.

"Open the meal, Uncle Dayong, don't be particular, feel casual." Fang Jing was most afraid that Fang Da would be polite, every time he ate, he had to be polite and polite, he was very unhappy, eating a meal, it was a matter of course, and at home, how could there be so much exquisiteness, it would be good to be casual.

"Okay, eat, eat." Fang Dayong didn't say anything, he made a bowl of soup cakes for a few little babies, got some bamboo shoots and pig's head meat, and added some soup, and then the meal was served, Fang Jing also got it for the little sister, the little sister was too young, and she was not very good at making these.

"Brother, look at Xiong Er, I've eaten so much in the morning, and I'm still thinking about eating." Fang Yuan complained to Xiong Er, who was spinning around at the table.

"Xiong Er is a big belly, in addition to eating and sleeping in a day, it eats and eats quickly, and after we finish eating, you get it something to eat, you promise your brother to take care of it." Fang Jing said to her little sister while eating noodles, but Xiong Er was too skinny, and he was humming and calling at the table in addition to turning around.

"Okay brother, I'll raise it well." After Fang Yuan assured Fang Jing, he took the soup cake with chopsticks and ate it in a big gulp.