Song Shushu has already cleaned up here, breakfast is ready, Lu Dashu and Heijiao King are also here, but Hu Li, who went to steal chickens, has not come back.

Song Shushu was a little worried, could it be that he was caught by Brother Feng and went to dig a grave for the chicken and bury it.

Halfway through the meal, Hu Li led Hu Xiaolin and ran back, carrying a woven bag in her hand, throwing the bag on the tractor, pulling Song Shushu and running out.

"Hurry up, let's go, don't eat, don't eat, Brother Feng is coming!"

Hu Xiaolin ran to bring the cauldron of the twelve seals to his head, and did not forget to carry the sauce box and soy sauce bottle with him.

The tractor took a slip of smoke and dust out of the village, and Brother Feng arrived at the village committee on his hind feet, his beautiful face was gloomy, and he smiled bitterly after a long time, shook his head and went home, packing up a few large baskets of unfertilized eggs.

On the edge of his kang, there are several magazines that have passed an unknown number of issues, introducing such and such essence milk, such and such eye cream, and such and such cream.

These things have been drawn by Brother Feng emphatically, to buy these cosmetics, you need money, it just so happens that these unfertilized eggs have become his most important income, now that I think about it, it's really good to be rich.

Song Shushu drove the tractor out of the village and stopped, and the place he went to yesterday can't go again today. These monsters are lazy, but they are really good at work, and they will be out of harvest if they pick them again.

There are many lives in the mountains that live on mushrooms and hazelnuts.

The young lady of Shujie once again showed her importance, in a pair of smart big eyes, the spiritual light flashed like water waves, looked around, and pointed to the east: "Three miles south of the East Bridge, there are hazelnuts, mushrooms, and persimmons, but the amount of persimmons is less!"

Song Shushu sighed, the persimmon is almost out of season, there was a black Jiaowang before, and there were those bad things like the horned wood viper, plus the old man ran away, such a toss delayed the good wild fruit season.

Fortunately, the season of hazelnuts and mushrooms is just in time.

With the guidance of the young lady Shujie, the forest road has become a smooth road, even if there are trees in front of her, she can always find a suitable way to bypass.

Circling around like this, the sun is almost at the top of the brain before it reaches the place.

Fortunately, the monsters used their demon power a little, and they could finish the work in a short time, so that they would not be embarrassed to walk on the road for half a day and work for more than ten days.

As soon as he got out of the car, Hu Xiaolin's hands were swung and pressed, and a large area of shrubs and grass was flattened, and Hu Li also brought several large river pebbles and threw them in the open space.

"Village Chief Xiao Song, you stew chicken, we will work, by the way, the hazelnuts must be picked up for you first!"

"I've already picked it up!" said the young woman Shujie timidly.

In the large flower basket behind her, half a basket of tender hazelnut kernels exudes a fresh aroma unique to nuts.

Hu Li glanced at her fiercely, and said dissatisfiedly: "Anything can highlight you!"

"Why don't I throw it out and you get it again?" said the young lady Shujie a little flustered.

"What are you doing throwing it away!" Song Shushu hurriedly dragged Hazelnut Ren over.

Good guy, half a large basket, there must be thirty or forty pounds of hazelnut kernels, I can't eat it and go back to dry it and fry it again, but I don't have to knock the hazelnuts and break my teeth.

The two big roosters in the woven bag have been chopped up and washed in a nearby creek.

Use large pebbles to build a ventilated stove, and then put the cauldron of the twelve seals on the upper rack to boil water, as for the brush to brush the pot, it doesn't matter, just grab a handful of clean weeds and brush.

Although Song Shushu is also from the countryside, to this day, he has not understood what is the matter with the seal of the rural pot.

Some say that it is a child's foot, and a foot is a mark.

However, there is a more reliable saying, in the past, there was no standard measuring stick in the countryside, this seal is actually a pinch, the hand is open, and the distance from the finger to the middle finger is a seal, which is about a little more than ten centimeters.

The cauldron of the twelve seals is about one and a half meters in diameter, and it is no problem to stew one like Hu Li.

As soon as Song Shushu added water to the pot, Hu Xiaolin came back with a large hug of dry branches, and very intimately pouted into a small section to be a foot long, all of which were ready, and then ran to work happily.

Even the big guy of the Black Jiao King looked at him from time to time.

Song Shushu came to the village, and he didn't cook less, otherwise he would have starved to death.

But cooking on a fire in the field is the first time, and it exudes a sense of freshness.

The big stove is lit, it doesn't matter if you don't bring oil, the big rooster is already very fat, after blanching off the blood foam, put it in the pot and fry it, and after a while, it will fry the oil at the bottom of the pot.

Add condiments and stir-fry again, add clear stream water, and then pour the white raw hazelnut kernels into it, simmer slowly over low heat, and after a while, a thick meat aroma mixed with the special aroma of nuts wafted out.

Song Shushu watched the smoke rise under the stove, and was still a little worried, but don't make a fire, or be photographed by the fire prevention satellite, and make any noise.

Obviously, his worries were a little unnecessary, the dead branches were dry, and there were tall trees around them, and the smoke had only risen for about ten meters before it was blown away by the wind.

Filling in a few more pieces of big wood and burning it slowly, Song Shushu ran to help pull the basket to work, and by the way, let the young woman Shujie see where there were wild onions nearby.

The wild onions in this season have long been smoked and aged, but the shallot flavor is stronger, and it is best to use it for seasoning.

As soon as I picked up a large handful of wild onions and washed the roots in the stream, I heard a scream from the cauldron.

Song Shushu was startled, and ran over with wild onions.

I saw that next to the pot table, a big black blind man with white hair under his neck and fat all over his body trembling was holding his front paws and stomping randomly.

This guy smelled the fragrance and ran over to lift the lid of the pot, only to be scalded by steam.

This big black guy is not even afraid of fire in order to eat!

But the more this black blind man looks, the more familiar he becomes, it is the fruit that rubs the old wait, on the other side of the Sandao River, and the one who has harmed his plan to pick persimmons!

This guy has also been tricked by himself and dragged by a tractor.

Song Shushu was so angry that he slapped the wild onion.

"It's you second thing again, why don't you burn your claws off!"

For this kind of beast, Song Shushu has nothing to be afraid of for a long time, Lao Tzu is not even afraid of monsters, and he is afraid that you are a black blind man?

The black blind man was whipped painlessly, still holding his paws and wailing, and his little black eyes were full of pitiful looks.

Song Shushu sighed and grabbed a handful of hazelnut kernels and stuffed them for it.

Obviously, the black blind man can't eat hazelnuts, and he can't pass the level of the bitter skin outside.

A mouthful of hazelnut kernels is like opening up a new world.

The claws don't hurt anymore, the fierceness of the bears is gone, and the eyebrows are lowered and pleasing like a pleasing dog, shaking a fat body, and the satin-like black fur is shaking like water waves, following Song Shushu's ass to offer courtesy.

"Go away, go away, it's gone, my wild onions have to be washed again!"

Song Shushu pushed away its big mouth, washed the wild onion again, and threw it into pieces.

As soon as the lid of the pot was opened, the big black blind man was even more calm, and he was so anxious that he snorted, but the steam was so hot that he didn't dare to step forward.

Song Shushu saw that it was pitiful, so he took out the chicken butt from it and threw it to it, but the chicken head was not reluctant, and the chicken comb was delicious.

The black blind man was so hot that he was reluctant to spit out his chicken butt.