Scrambled eggs, boiled eggs, and many people have eaten them.

But there are definitely not many people who have eaten roasted eggs.

This is so because eggs are liquid.

If one doesn't burn well, it will have to drain all over the ground......

Even if it doesn't run out directly, I'm afraid it will be stained with dust everywhere, and I can't talk about it at all.

So if you want to burn the eggs, it's a really good technical job.

Fortunately, this kind of thing is not difficult for Yang Zhen at all.

Simply made a fire.

I found a place to dig up a mound of wet mud.

Wrap the clay around the egg and coat it in a thin layer.

With the protection of wet mud, the temperature can be slowly transmitted into the inside of the egg.

In this way, the shell of the egg will not crack directly due to sudden and violent heating.

Huang Guizhen, who also grew up in the countryside, is certainly no stranger to this.

just said that if Yang Zhen wants to burn it, he will burn one for himself and Luo Xiu'er, she is not hungry.

"Burning one or two horizontally and vertically is also burning!"

"It's better to burn a few more and eat some together, after all, it's still more than ten miles to go back!"

Yang Zhen smiled, took out six eggs and threw them into the fire.

After a few minutes, the wet mud dries and the eggs are cooked.

Needless to say, Yang Zhen and Luo Xiu'er even said that Huang Guizhen, who was not hungry, nodded frequently while eating, indicating that the burned eggs were much more fragrant than the boiled scrambled eggs.

After padding their stomachs a little, several people hurried a lot faster.

In the middle of the afternoon, Hongxing Village was already in sight.

handed over the things to Huang Guizhen, and Yang Zhen went to the warehouse to receive rations with an empty back.

"I haven't come here for half a day, and I thought you couldn't look down on this ration!"

Saying this, Huang Youming pretended to have an expression that suddenly realized that Yang Zhen's situation was wrong and said: "Hey, Yang Zhen, what's wrong with you, why did you get this virtue after not seeing you for a few days-don't be sick, right?" ”

I'm sick and tired!

Whoever walks seventy or eighty miles a day, I'm afraid that it won't look much better than me!

Yang Zhen complained in his heart, but on his face, he looked at the rations that were exactly the same as the last time and said: "Why am I so virtuous, Huang Zhishu, don't you know it in your heart?" ”

"Yang Zhen, I don't like to hear what you say!"

"It's like my book is deliberately withholding your rations!"

"It's not like I can't help it!"

"After all, there is only so much grain output now, and we have to give priority to ensuring the project of building embankments and dams!"

"You don't need much effort to see the logging point, so I'll be wronged first......"

Yang Zhen didn't bother to pay attention to Huang Youming at all, and just picked up the rations and left.

Looking at Yang Zhen's back, Huang Youming hehe Zhile, he said in his heart, you are a little sample......

Dare to offend me in Hongxing Village, Huang Youming.

Look at Lao Tzu and don't starve you!

"Huang Youming, this bastard, this really wants to put you to death!"

Thinking that if Yang Zhen hadn't been able to hunt some prey, he would have sold it for money and secretly bought rice and eggs by himself, relying on these rations alone.

In a few months, I am afraid that even if I am not starved to death, I am afraid that I will have to starve and die.

Huang Guizhen educated Yang Zhen with an uneven stomach: "He is clearly looking at you to bully, so you don't know how to mess with him?" ”

"I'm going to mess with him......"

"Where am I going to hunt and sell for money?"

Yang Zhen snorted, and said in his heart that for the sake of Jin Wozi, he would put up with him for a while.

When he finishes digging for the gold nest, he will slowly settle the account with him Huang Youming.

Thinking of these, Yang Zhen did not forget to tell Huang Guizhen not to sell the rabbit she gave for money.

"Money can be earned slowly!"

"But this body is going to collapse, but I can't get it back!"

"So that rabbit sister, you and Niuniu quickly stew and eat, and if you want to fight again, I'll get it for you again!"

After saying this, Yang Zhen hurriedly entered the mountain with rations, rice, eggs, and coriander and onion seedlings that Huang Guizhen dug from the ground.

Hurry up all the way.

Before dark, Yang Zhen finally rushed back to the logging site.

As soon as they saw Yang Zhen, several dogs barked excitedly.

Especially the black tiger, the chain around the neck is stretched straight, and the tail is shaken into a flower.

Rub the dog's head.

After a slight inspection of the surroundings, nothing unusual was found.

Only then did Yang Zhen have the kung fu to sit down and take a breath.

It doesn't matter if you don't sit down.

As soon as he sat down, Yang Zhen felt as if his whole body was falling apart, and it hurt everywhere.

Because of this, Yang Zhen, who originally wanted to go up the mountain to see if there was anything in the sleeve after taking a breath, simply didn't bother to go.

After hastily making some food, pulling a few bites and feeding the dog, Yang Zhen collapsed on the bed and fell asleep directly.

By the time he opened his eyes again, it was already three strokes in the day.

Feeling the vitality of returning to his body again, Yang Zhen had to sigh that it was good to be young.

After all, he traveled nearly eighty miles back and forth in a day, and he carried dozens of pounds of things almost the whole time.

If not young enough.

Even if ordinary people can bear it, they are afraid that it will never be possible to sleep like they are now, and they will immediately be full of vitality again.

While sighing, Yang Zhen also had to admit that people in this era are really ruthless in their bones.

After all, if it's not a real experience.

In a few decades, those who will die or live after walking three or five miles, how can they believe that someone can carry dozens of catties of things on their backs and walk seventy or eighty miles a day?

I was so tired last night that I didn't eat well at all.

In addition, he got up late, so now Yang Zhen's stomach is already growling.

Seeing that the time was almost noon, Yang Zhen simply pushed things like going up the mountain to see the hunting trap again, preparing to eat first, and then go after eating.

The last time he ate pure rice, Yang Zhendu couldn't remember when it was.

Although the rice in the ration is still more than one pound at most, with the rice I bought, it is more than a dozen catties.

So as soon as he opened the grain bag, Yang Zhen had already decided to eat a good meal of rice at noon today.

And it's not rice porridge.

He wants to eat rice and rice!

Rice and rice!!!

I put more than two catties of rice and boiled it in a pot until it was half-cooked.

Take out the rice and strain it out of the rice soup, turn it over the bottom with some oil in the sweet potatoes and the like, and put the strained half-cooked rice on the sweet potatoes and return to the pot to simmer again......

This is the rice and rice.

Compared with ordinary dry rice that is boiled in water, the dry rice produced in this way is properly controlled as long as the amount of water is properly controlled after returning to the pot.

Then the dry rice will be relatively hard to eat.

This kind of meal is not too kind to people with bad teeth.

But for a strong guy like Yang Zhen, who is seventeen or eighteen, it is really dry rice, and I am afraid that it is no more satisfying and satisfying than eating dry rice.

Then cut a large piece of smoked badger meat and stir-fry.

Oily slices of badger meat served with dried rice.

A mouthful of meat and a mouthful of dry rice, what Yang Zhen eats is called a fragrant.

After three bowls in a row, another bowl of rice soup is served.

At a certain moment, Yang Zhen even has a kind of life, as long as he can eat such a beautiful meal of big fat slices with dried rice, it is really worth everything......

Any grievances and hatreds are all illusions of floating clouds.