Chapter 7 Wu Xian Lingguan Temple 1 [Please collect]

The small mountain village under the night is shrouded in tranquility. There are no entertainment programs in the mountains that can make people interested at night, so most of them go to the kang after dinner, with a few mouthfuls of dry smoke, and go to bed early with a few barking dogs.

In the rubble at the head of the village, Liu Dashao's cat was on his waist, his back was arched, his hands huddled in his sleeves, and he stamped his feet to the ground with cold.

"Damn it, didn't you agree to be here at twelve o'clock? Why didn't you even see a ghost?"

On tiptoe, the mountain love in the distance was dark, and occasionally a few dark green balls were exposed, which was also the ghost fire floating around on the chaotic grave.

The wind was very strong, pricking the skin on his face like a knife, and it poured it straight into his neck, causing Liu Dashao to finally sneeze for the first time since early winter, and bought one get one free and got two snots. Finally, after dealing with the snot stuck to his face, Liu Dashao muttered: "Shouldn't it? It's the three bastards who played with me together, right?

"Oh, don't say it, it's really possible!" As the saying goes, a good person is a good person, and a bad person is a bad nest. Thinking of the immoral things they used to do, Mr. Liu was waver.

"Grass, Tian Guoqiang, if you really dare to stand me up tonight, tomorrow we have to report to your father about your daughter taking a shower last year." Tian Guoqiang, the son of the village head, has not learned anything from his father. The cleverness has been true. He usually serves as the chief dog-headed military division of the four evil young men in Xiushui Village, and he has 80 percent of the bad ideas. It's all light. If it's really heavy, it's really heaven and earth. It's all omnipotent. Because of this, the four of him have been looked down on by the villagers in the past.

But at this moment, Liu Dashao still decided to wait. Anyway, his home is fine today. The door is out. If you go back, you have to sleep obediently under the eyes of your parents.

Ten minutes passed with a blink of an eye, but for Liu Dashao, who was shivering in the cold wind, it was like a year.

Finally, there was some movement in the distance.

On the sheep intestine path leading to the valley, a few figures slowly came out. They were all dressed in coarse cloth, and the tall and thin one in front of them kept sweeping the kerosene lamp on the roadside stones, as if they were exploring the road. And the two people who followed him, one was medium in size, the other was fat, and a newly harvested winter melon in the field. He trotted and stepped on the broken steps, with a happy face, and there was a furry pheasant in his hand. Perhaps after walking on the mountain road for a long time, the fat boy wiped the sweat on his cheeks with his sleeves from time to time.

"Here we go!" Seeing them, Liu Dashao was suddenly happy and rushed up with a smile. It turned out that these three boys were Liu's partners. The thin and tall man was Tian Guoqiang, the village head's son, Chen Xiaomazi, who was of medium height and full of stars on his face. The fatter one was called dog eggs.

Step forward, the first thing Liu Dashao did was to hammer Tian Guoqiang's shoulder: "Fuk, why did you just come now? It's almost dawn."

"Don't talk to me. It's just twelve and a quarter. It's at least six o'clock when the rooster crows, and it's still dawn..." Tian Guoqiang raised the mechanical watch on his wrist, approached the kerosene lamp, and approached Liu Dashao.

"Isn't it your village head's father who gave you a watch? Show off a bird every day." Liu Dashao was not angry, but when he saw this watch, he was angry.

"You don't understand, foreign, it's accurate!" Tian Guoqiang has something to do with it.

"I don't care where you are. By the way, where did you three just go? Why did it look like it came down from the mountain? Liu Dashao asked.

"Smart." Tian Guoqiang gave a thumbs up, then took the pheasant in the dog egg's hand and shook it in front of Liu Dashao: "Look, what is this?"

"Peasant?" Liu Dashao's eyes suddenly glowed, and his stomach, which digested almost the food, also began to coo.

"Actually, the three of us have been here for a long time, but we all feel hungry. As you know, we are also particular about playing cards. When we are hungry, we are dizzy, and our thoughts are not clear, right? It affects our ability to do things, so we thought about going up the mountain to try our luck and find some game or something. Unexpectedly, the blind cat really met a dead mouse and caught a stupid pheasant.

"Hey hey, young master, my father said that the brighter the color of this snake, the more poisonous it is, but the brighter the color of the pheasant is, the more delicious it is. I don't know, right?" The dog's saliva has already been dragged to the ground along the corners of its mouth.

"You have this virtue. When you see food, you can't walk. Look at your body. If you continue to develop, no girl is willing to follow you!" Liu Dashao pinched the fat on the dog's face, looked for the feel, and then hated the iron.

"Okay, okay, time is precious. Let's find a place first and destroy it!" Tian Guoqiang interrupted the two and said.

"That's good!"

The mountains here are neither high nor steep, just like big earth buns, so a few people looked around and found a good place with a back. So everyone made their own midnight snack like a chef.

In Northeast China, you can dig a large amount of black soil by pulling two shovels anywhere. Since it is called black soil, the color is naturally very black and the soil is also very hard, so it has become a cooking tool for four people for this dinner.

Putting down the kerosene lamp, Tian Guoqiang had already taken the pheasant to the stream next to him, but Liu Dashao unexpectedly took back some water, and then melted a pile of black soil dug out with water, kneaded it again and again and carefully like noodles, and didn't know what he was doing.

After a while, he pulled out the hair, and the washed pheasant was sent over. Liu Dashao reached into his arms and took out a small bag. After a closer look, there were some salt, chili powder, soy sauce powder and other ingredients inside. He took out a little, carefully sprinkled it on the belly and appearance of the pheasant, and stole the dog eggs from the vegetable field. A Chinese cabbage picked a few of the largest leaves, and Liu Da Shao put the pheasant wrapped in vegetable leaves into the newly made black clay pot. There are dry corn sticks and some green bricks left behind in building houses on the mountain, which are naturally the ideal firewood and pots for everyone.

Uncovering the cover of the kerosene lamp, Tian Guoqiang ignited a straw and lit the whole firewood pile. The fire became more and more prosperous, and the smell of the earth rose first, and then mixed with the meat fragrance of wild birds. The smell is refreshing and mouth-watering. The fire was almost added. The water in the soil had been steamed dry, and the black soil was dry and cracked. Liu Da Shao didn't care whether it was hot or not. He directly extinguished the fire and smashed the dry black soil with a wooden stick. Now, the fragrant cooked chicken was exposed in front of him.

Poultry in the 1960s was originally pure natural. When eating millet, there was no pollution. The meat was naturally fresh and tender, not to mention the wild animals caught in the mountains? That chewy taste, ouch, don't mention it, it's drooling. Liu Dashuo did not be polite to Tian Guoqiang. He pressed his hand and directly tore off a thigh and chewed it in the sea. Because it was roasted by fire, the chicken skin was very crispy. In addition, it was game. He ran around all day long. The meat was a little rougher than the chicken, but it was more chewy and really fragrant. Tian Guoqiang also grabbed a thigh and nibbled on it, and the rest were divided by the dog egg and the little psy that had been thinking about for a long time.

After eating the chicken, the bonfire was scattered, and everyone touched the bulging stomach, and there was an unsatisfactory feeling.

After wiping the greasiness on his mouth, Liu Dashao said to Tian Guoqiang, "Strongzi, have you brought the card? It's time for us to have an activity.

"Don't worry!" Tian Guoqiang took out two boxes of brand-new playing cards from the small bag behind him and said, "I just found it from home in the afternoon. The new goods have not been opened yet!" It's enough for us to fight against landlords."

"That's it, dog egg, poodles, are you all right? That's all! Be sharp and don't act like a woman. Liu Dashao nodded and turned around to see that the two guys were still licking their fingers and scolded with a smile.

In this way, the four people carried two bright kerosene lamps, followed the path up the mountain, and quietly started to the Wuxian Lingguan Temple against the cold wind. After all, it's freezing. It's a hundred times better to light a fire in a broken temple and play cards in a circle than in the open air.