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Although the smelting hut was full of food, Cao Fugui always felt that something was missing, alas! The ground is full of vegetarian food, and he is not a rabbit, he can live by eating these things.
Two foodie helpers killed the wild pork in the smelting hut, and the rest at home were turned into jerky. He really didn't want to eat another bite of that taste. The rooster and hen in the refinery should save their eggs and keep their seeds, so they can't be eaten lightly. Is it true that the whole family will eat this old hen caught by him during the New Year? How many shredded pork can I get? The fish raised in the stream are not as big as a palm, and there are not many shrimps
?I still have to go up the mountain in these two days. How can there be no meat to eat during the Chinese New Year? !
Cao Fugui was thinking about the recipes for the New Year, while carrying a big basket, and carrying the chickens into the door, the whole family was overjoyed.
"Quick, quick, dad, don't be dumbfounded! Quickly help Fugui put down the basket, don't tire him out!"
Wang Liuzhi squinted his eyes with a smile, pushed his stunned man, and hurried to help catch the chicken.
She picked up the round hen and looked at it, and exclaimed: "Oh, if people in the mountains know how to raise chickens, look at this fat chicken, the chicken's buttocks will be dripping with oil!"
Yingzi hugged the clucking hen suspiciously, looked and looked, and whispered to his sister suspiciously: "Miaoer, why do I think this chickenis so similar to the three-yellow chicken that our family used to raise?"
Miao'er drooled and didn't answer, and nodded vigorously with a smile: "It's good as long as it's delicious!"
Bao Feng excitedly issued a declaration: "Braise it in soy sauce, and cook chestnuts to eat!"
"Where are there still chestnuts now?" Yingzi was in a dilemma.
The big basket was covered with firewood, and Wang Liuzhi squatted on the ground and hurriedly took out the contents of the basket, exclaiming as he took it out: "Oh! Tofu, oily tofu, and dried fragrant and dried vegetables. Fugui, what's in this jar?" ?¡±
"A jar of soy sauce and a jar of soybean oil."
Bao Feng and Miao Er squatted beside Mama one by one, their eyes were straight and their mouths were drooling.
The second aunt gasped, her face flushed with excitement, and her subordinates kept saying, "Ah! There are so many things! Oh, this oil is clear, and you can't even buy it in the supply and marketing cooperatives in the city. This is, This is dried cattail melon, this is dried pumpkin Ha! There is peanut cake! Wealthy, a few skinny chickens can be exchanged for so many things? No loss, no loss at all, Lennon is really good at it!"
"Where is there such a profitable thing? Second Aunt, why don't you give it a try?"
Cao Fugui exclaimed that the world is hard, these things are bought by Grandma out of the coffin book, only those chickens with a handful of bones, which fool is willing to give so many things in exchange?
"Okay!" Grandma saw that her daughter-in-law was overly excited, gave her a sideways glance, and said with a smile, "Put everything away and pick some for the New Year's Eve dinner."
"Hey, Second Aunt, I can't fit all of these in my rice bucket! Either you separate them" Cao Fugui yelled.
The second aunt clapped her hands and said with a sarcastic smile, they are all from my own family, so why should I share them with you, hahaha.
Grandma slapped the back of the eldest grandson's head with a slap, telling him to settle down, and the family still said something poignant, so don't be unreasonable.
The pile of food at home was all found by Fu Gui Tao, so the method of dividing the food into buckets will naturally be nothing.
The second aunt laughed so hard that she couldn't see her teeth, and she didn't care if her nephew stabbed her a few times, like a squirrel hoarding food, beckoning the man and the children to put away all the good things quickly, it's terrible for outsiders to see such a large pile Incredible.
"Hey, wait a minute."
Cao Fugui reached out his hand and fished out the box of "peanut cake" filled with energy and blood from the basket, as well as a small box of unremarkable ointment.
Turning around, Xiao Qiao was sitting on the side, looking at this side with bright eyes, and there seemed to be a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. Seeing him looking over, he straightened up like a hedgehog full of spikes. Waist, also fixedly looking at him.
"Fugui, what is that? It's quite delicate." Wang Liuzhi pretended not to care and glanced at the exquisite little box in the hand of the eldest nephew.
Cao Fugui chuckled: "The one who broke his leg for little George, Second Aunt, would you like some?"
The second aunt spat at him, and happily moved to eat, leaving him alone! In order not to be stalked by this little bastard again.
Walking quickly to Xiao Qiao, Cao Fugui was about to say something when he saw the tightly wrapped splints on the legs of the oil bottle. No, don't change the medicine and cripple this kid instead. You need to find an expert on this matter.
Wealth is also short-tempered, and I want to see the situation of the old ancestor's prescription and the panacea written so miraculously, holding the medicine box in his hand, without saying a word to Xiao Qiao, he turned around and ran out in a hurryThe raw cake was stuffed into the old man's mouth.
[+1] After drifting by, the old wine man's pale face suddenly turned a little bloody.
He struggled to sit up, shaking his lips, unable to speak, let alone looking into Fugui's eyes.
Cao Fugui stared at him without asking him a word, picked up the old man, half-supported and half-held him to the side of the road, and shouted at Yao Shengcai, who was walking slowly, who was a little suspicious: "Brother Shengcai, yes Me! Hehe, the old bartender fell on the road and rolled into the ground and couldn¡¯t get up for a while, so I¡¯ll help him to get the medicine.¡±
Before he finished speaking, he took the old man and walked away quickly, the farther away from the wheat field the better.
All the way without a word, he staggered back to the Fengshui Temple, Cao Fugui was panting and threw him away, half paralyzed on the ground, Ke Teniang was exhausted to death!
"Eating even barley seedlings, the old man has grown up. Is this what I learned from Dahua? How many years will I spend in prison for the crime of sabotaging production? Do you know how?"
"Fugui, thank you, Lennon." The old bartender sat up slowly, his face full of bitterness, but now he regained his energy, he hesitated to speak, and said cruelly: "I have eaten up my little ration long ago. , these days are relying on Dahua¡¯s beans to survive, and now the team can¡¯t even provide beans, I, I I¡¯m really hungry.¡±
Cao Fugui was taken aback, and his expression became serious: "It's not going to be this far, is it?"
The old bartender smiled wryly, and said: "For many days, the only serious food I have eaten is the piece of cake you gave me just now."
The old bartender is a member of the fifth category, and his rations are definitely not much, but he is so hungry that he wants to eat young crops at the risk of breaking the law, which is really beyond the expectations of the rich.
Cao Fugui thought for a while, and asked in a low voice: "the rations in the team are low, right?"
He has always been wandering around, and he doesn't care how the lives of the people in the team are. Anyway, they are always similar to his own family. He didn't expect this year's life to be so sad.
"This spring is tough." The old bartender answered irrelevantly, it seemed that Coptis chinensis juice could be boiled out of his wrinkles.
"Okay, let's not talk about this. Do me a favor, change the medicine for my mop bottle, and the reward will be favorable."
Cao Fugui shook his head, no longer thinking about these depressing matters, and handed over the medicine box casually.
"What? What kind of reward do you want? Let me give you something to eat. If you don't starve to death, the old man will do good deeds and accumulate virtue." The old bartender was refreshed when he heard about his skills, and carefully lifted the lid of the box to smell it. Intoxicated, he asked: "Well, this medicine is a bit weird, but I can't smell it."
Cao Fugui chuckled, and proudly said: "The secret recipe handed down from the ancestors - Black Jade Intermittent Ointment! Naturally, Mongolian doctors like Nong don't understand it." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com