The dark night shrouded the sky, and a waning moon half hung high in the sky.

On the rooftop of Building 14, a bonfire rises from the flames, and beside the bonfire stand two wooden shelves with rolling pins on top of them, which are wrapped like mummies wrapped around strips of meat two fingers wide.

He Jun and the gangster trio sat around the campfire, their eight eyes shining like wolves, staring at the scorched meat strips that had already emitted the smell of meat on the shelf.

Uncle Liu controlled a rolling pin with one hand, and said while turning the rolling pin: "The barbecue is not just on the fire, you put the meat directly on the fire, you have to bake it, you must go to the side a little bit, and use the heat on the side of the bonfire to roast, otherwise even if it is not mushy, it will be full of smoke." ”

Awkward look of worship: "Uncle, your old man knows so much!" ”

Douzi and Liangzi originally wanted to call grandpa, but they didn't want to follow He Jun to call the uncle, and the two of them didn't want to be awkward out of thin air, so they had to follow the uncle.

Fortunately, the old man didn't care about the title at all.

But Second Brother Liu didn't think like this, and he was so angry that he jumped to his feet - He Jun called Uncle Liu, he was enough to suffer, and the three little children who were in their twenties younger than him were also called uncle, how could his seniority be calculated?

The indignant second brother Liu insisted on having a good fight with the gangster trio, but he angered the old man and scolded his own son home.

In the old man's own words, he is an old man at heart, and listening to the child's name, he feels as if he is young out of thin air.

Old Man Liu laughed, suddenly put away his smile again, and said with a sad look: "It's not that I know much, it's that you children haven't suffered at all, and I think I was young when I was young...... Forget it, let's not talk about those bad things. ”

"Don't, don't!" Don't be awkward and hurriedly urged, "How can you say half a word, isn't this appetizing?" ”

"That's right, uncle, tell them about it, and let them know what it means to be bitter." He Jun said.

"Hey, what's there to talk about?" The old man shook his head, "I've been fighting since I can remember, I can't eat or wear, and many people will freeze to death in winter, and when I was twelve years old, I almost froze to death, but I was lucky enough to let the passing beard save me, and I picked up a life." ”

Several people looked at each other and asked awkwardly and curiously: "Uncle, how can a beard still save people?" How big do you have to be a beard to be covered? ”

Old Man Liu couldn't hold back his laughter, laughing so much that He Jun and the gangster trio were inexplicable for a while, and they didn't know what went wrong.

The old man laughed for seven or eight seconds before stopping: "What, what is it, the beard is the saying of the Northeasterners, and it is about bandits." ”

"Huh?" Awkward couldn't help but open his mouth wide, "You let the bandits save me?" Aren't all bandits robbing homes? How can you still bring righteousness and bravery? ”

"Kid, you're thinking too simply."

The old man's face showed a look of memory against the backdrop of the firelight, "A beard is not the same as a beard, there are a lot of beards that do all kinds of bad things, but the world was not good in those years, and many people were too poor to live, so they went up to the mountain to become a beard, this kind of beard does not rob the common people, only robs the landlord's old wealth." ”

Ryoko smiled, and his expression was gloomy hidden in the dark: "What can you grab by robbing the people?" Only by robbing the landlord's old wealth can there be oil and water to grab, right? ”

"That's the same reason!" The old man said with a smile.

Awkward, he suddenly realized: "It's a bunch of good beards that saved you?" ”

The saying of a good beard made Old Man Liu laugh again: "Yes, it was a group of good beards who saved me, and then I worshiped Master Zu in the locks and became a beard." ”

He Jun couldn't help but ask curiously, "Uncle, aren't you an old soldier?" How did you become a bandit again? ”

In which year does the Chinese New Year not come to see the old man? How many fake drugs do those officials have to take to get their brains bad enough to rush to see an old bandit?

The old man silently flipped over the rolling pin: "The beard is also Chinese, three years later, we began to fight devils, and then became the Anti-Alliance, after the team broke up, I entered the customs alone to find the team, and followed the team back to the northeast in four or five years." ”

The old man's voice became smaller and quieter, and he suddenly stopped at this point, refusing to say any more.

The gangster trio couldn't hear it clearly, but looking at the old man's appearance, no one dared to ask any further questions, so they could only hang in the air without going up or down.

However, He Jun probably felt the vein.

He is not only an otaku, but also a military fan!

Although he is not a military fan, he can only be regarded as a pseudo military fan, but he also knows Siye's glorious achievements from the Northeast to Qiongzhou.

The old man is really a person with a story, and his life experience is enough to make a few movies. (PS: This is the necessary fiction that the plot needs to make, and any similarities in reality are purely coincidental!) ）

The atmosphere was suppressed by the silence of the old man, and the sound of insects in the jungle was particularly noisy in the quiet night, the old man did not speak, and He Jun and the gangster trio did not know what to say.

The old man kept turning the rolling pin on the shelf, and from time to time he came closer to observe the color of the meat strips, and suddenly smiled slightly, as if nothing had happened, and said, "Okay, bring the basin!" ”

A few people woke up like a dream, and hurriedly came over with the basins that had been prepared long ago.

The old man took the rolling pin down from the campfire, skillfully cut the strips of meat wrapped around the rolling pin, and then flicked it with a knife, and all the roasted meat fell into the basin.

The barbecue in the basin was full of aroma, and he couldn't help but be tempted, so he suddenly grabbed a piece with his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, and praised it vaguely while chewing: "It's delicious!" ”

"Slow down, don't get hot!" The old man moved quickly, and handed the used rolling pin to He Jun: "This fire can't be extinguished for a while, it's a pity not to eat so much meat, if you are willing to move, you can roast another wave." ”

He Jun was deeply touched: "Isn't it, if only there was a way to preserve the meat." ”

The only way he can think of is salting and high-temperature sterilization canned food, but salt is limited, it is impossible to marinate all the meat, and the cured meat can only be eaten as pickles, which can be used to supplement salt, and cannot be used as reserve food at all.

High-temperature sterilization is feasible, but there is no suitable airtight container in hand, and it cannot be left for a few days after steaming and cooking.

In addition, there is another way to add preservatives, although I have heard of natural preservatives, but He Jun has no more understanding of natural preservatives in addition to this term, and there is no way.

Besides, where can I find preservatives in this hellish place?

"It's not impossible." Ryoko, who was sitting in the dark, said unhurriedly.