Several people panicked in their hearts, and there was no way for a while, and the experienced hunters all went up the mountain, and they knew that they would leave two people behind. Uncle Dong thought of someone at this moment: "Comrade Xiao An, I think of a person, he is an old hunter in the past, because he is old, he can't go up the mountain, but his experience is still there, let's ask him and make complete preparations." ”

Just do what you say, the old Orion's surname is Guan, the word mountain. The prestige of ten miles and eight villages is there, and more than half of the hunters are apprentices brought out by him, which can be described as full of experience and veterans of the rivers and lakes. When I arrived at his house, there were slowly various animal skins in the yard, and there were a few cold weapons on the wall. Guan Shan is old, but his murderous spirit is unabated, and no one is willing to provoke him at will, let alone say hello to the mountain gate, so he has developed a cold temperament, if you ask me, I will say, what you say depends on the mood of the person.

A few people sat on the kang, the room was full of smoke, and the old man was still smoking with a smoking pot. Uncle Dong snatched it and knocked it on his shoes, and slapped the cigarette pot on the table: "Brother Guan, I didn't say you, you are still smoking so many cigarettes because you are not in good health." ”

Guan Shan was very dissatisfied and said: "Hey, you still take care of me, boy, if I beat you up at the age of twenty, I won't know your mother." ”

"This time I have something to ask you, Sister Zhao's dog is lost, I don't know if it's dead or alive, let you see if there is any beast in the village." Uncle Dong said: "Let Comrade Xiao An tell you about it." ”

An Yiheng told him all the experience, and handed him the wool and rope.

Guan Shan's dark color was solemn, and he was silent for a long time, and several people were very anxious to wait, no matter how to give a word. Guan Shan put the things on the table, picked up the smoke pot and put the dry tobacco and lit it, this time the old uncle didn't stop it.

Guan Shan spat out a puff of smoke and said: "An Wazi is right, this beast is very evil, this dog's sense of smell and hearing is abnormally sensitive, and it can predict danger in advance, but it is still killed with one blow, and there are no footprints around, it seems that this beast is very deep." ”

The fat man said: "Let's think of a way, if we don't catch this monster, the living creatures in the village will definitely not be at peace, I think it can come once, there will definitely be a second time." ”

Guan Shan sighed and said, "Let all families take care of their doors and windows, don't go out at night, and make traps in front of the livestock pens, just in case." ”

It was confirmed again, and Uncle Dong was already convinced. At this time, snowflakes as large as particles had fallen from the sky, and Uncle Dong had already gone to inform all families that An Yiheng would make a "creaking" sound every foot on the snow, and he was still thinking about things.

The fat man felt that An Yiheng was weird today, he was always silent when something happened, and he became a stuffy gourd, which was really boring. Passing by Yingzi's house, the fat man pulled him and said, "Let's go, find Yingzi to have a fun meeting, and deepen our revolutionary friendship." ”

"Fatty, it's not me saying you, I said that Yingzi fell in love with me during the day, and you have to go to her at night, I think it's right that you have a crush on her, I won't go, I'm going to you." After speaking, An Yiheng broke away from the fat man and took his hand.

The fat man looked at An Yiheng who was far away, and shouted behind him: "You can turn your face no matter what you say, it's really boring to ......"

The two of them ignored anyone in the old house, the fat man was pretending to be asleep, and An Yiheng was reading. In the blink of an eye, it was evening, and one day I drank porridge in the morning, and now my stomach has begun to scream. An Yiheng was fascinated, and he had long left this writing behind, but the fat man can't do it, he can't eat a meal, and the fat man always puts a sentence on his lips when he loses weight, "People are iron rice and steel, and they don't panic when they are hungry."

"Comrade Lao An, your comrades-in-arms are hungry now, and my eyes are full of what I love to eat. Quanjude's roast duck, fried noodles, dumplings, steamed fish. Steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose, boiled salted duck, sauced chicken, bacon, pine flower, small belly...... My stomach is already growling, my limbs are weak and dizzy. ”

An Yiheng said: "Fatty, I have served you, there is no word that you can't come up with, yes, buddy will make you yellow flour cakes today, and add green onions and dip them in sauce, how about it." ”

"Lao An, you are just boring, at least let me open the meat with the whole catty."

"I don't understand, I call it following the customs, and the Northeast is like this."

The fat man was a little unhappy and said: "It's full of green onions, I've lost at least three pounds here, you know three pounds, how can this contribute to the construction of the motherland." ”

"You are content, look at our ancestors, carrying guns into battle, bloody battles, that is called adding bricks and tiles, you are hungry and have not risen to this height." An Yiheng and half a catty of cornmeal were either dry, or there was too much water, so they couldn't get along well.

The fat man thought for a while and asked in surprise: "Lao An, when did you learn to cook, I remember that your grandmother cooked." ”

"I'm self-taught, so you just wait."

Without further ado, the fire that I finally learned to make a fire has now come in handy. After lighting the fire and adding water to the pot, this time it is difficult, and it can't be managed so much, as long as it is cooked and eaten, it will not die. After putting the curtain, regardless of whether the water is boiling or not, he poured the mixed cornmeal on the curtain in the pot, and deliberately flattened it with his hands, and as soon as the pot was covered, he waited to eat.

Since reading "Tongling Baojian", I can't let go for a long time, and I watch it in my hand all the time, and this book is also read by him, but I also know a little about the skin, and if I want to understand it more thoroughly, I can only practice.

The room was full of moisture, and the pot was burning with a loud sound, and An Yiheng thought that the fat man was scratching the wall with hunger. After a while, the sound died down, and he began to study the book with relish. The fire continued to burn, adding wood from time to time. Before Yingzi cooked, he saw that the chimney in the old house was smoking, and it was still smoking after eating, and he was really a little puzzled at this time, and wondered in his heart: "When will they learn to cook." ”

Thinking about it, he walked towards the old house, pushed open the door and saw An Yiheng holding a book in one hand, adding firewood in the other, and some cornmeal in the wooden basin next to him.

"An Yiheng, what are you doing here?"

An Yiheng looked up at Yingzi and said, "What else can you do, cook, or we won't starve to death." ”

"How long have you been boiling this, my meal is ready, and I have finished eating, and you can't cook stones in this pot."

As soon as An Yiheng heard this, he shouted in his heart, and hurriedly opened the pot, and a smell of coke came, the cauldron was burned red, the wooden curtain on it was bubbling with a slight flame, and a lump of cornmeal was also charred black, which was okay, picked up the water scoop and wanted to pour water into the pot, Yingzi grabbed him and said: "Do you have any common sense in life, don't be afraid of the pot cracking, hurry up and extinguish the fire in the stove, how old you are, you can't do anything......

The first time I made a meal, I messed up, and I was counted. So many things happened, but I didn't expect the fat man to sleep so fragrantly, sweating profusely, rolling on the kang, but he didn't wake up, wiped it with his hands, and the temperature could be pancakes.