Mountain Village Xiao Shennong

Chapter 82 Roast Chicken
With flashlights on, a group of people walked up the Nanshan Mountain along a rugged mountain road.

As soon as Lu Yuanshan's subordinates stepped forward, they began to catch chickens all over the place, but they were all in vain.

He Chang is smiling without saying a word, sitting by a mountain spring, lighting a cigarette, and watching the scenery!

Song Meijuan and Si Xia are both very keen on food.

Not long after, the two of them trembled in fear, went up the mountain in the dark, looked around, and walked very fast!
He Changzai saw that Song Meijuan and Si Xia not only brought flutes, but also Qingshuang daggers, seasonings, pots and pans, chopsticks and other things.

In order to make money, Song Meijuan worked tirelessly to carry the camera up.

He Chang paced forward, picked up the two of them, and sat near the spring to play the flute.

All of a sudden, the empty, lonely, and distant sound of the flute came out.

Many Xueling chickens perched on the trees fluttered their wings and flew to his side.

The one running aside was panting, the photographer and others, after seeing this scene, all had incredible expressions on their faces, and their mouths could not be closed in shock.

He Changzai took aim at a fat chicken, held a Qingshuang dagger, shot like lightning, sealed his throat with one knife, threw it to Song Meijuan, and said, "Pluck your hair with Si Xia!"

Both of them nodded and started to get busy!
Lu Yuanshan, Ziling and the others were embarrassed to sit still, went to the mountains to collect dry firewood, built a stove with stones, and went about their own business.

He Changzai did the same thing, killed another six big fat chickens, and threw them to the panting cameraman and others who had rested for a long time.

And going down the mountain, went to the orchard to pick a few prickly pears with yellow and full color, took off his shirt, and wrapped them up.

And dug up a ginseng plant he planted!
Relying on his familiarity with the terrain, he arrived at the mountain spring in the dark.

At this time, the fire was already raging, and the water in the pot made a sound.

Song Meijuan and Si Xia cleaned the seven big fat chickens.

All ingredients are prepared in an orderly manner!
Seeing that He Chang was coming, Si Xia wiped his damp hands on his clothes, picked up the camera, and began to shoot carefully and focusedly.

He Changzai washed a natural bluestone slab on the mountain with mountain spring water, and put prickly pears on it for people to eat when they were thirsty.

After washing the ginseng, he picked up the Qingshuang dagger and cut it into very uniform pieces.

Immediately afterwards, like a Pao Ding dispelling a cow, he separated the flesh and bones of the fat chicken with smooth movements, and cleaned up some of the contents of the stomach.

Director Lu and the others were dumbfounded when they saw He Changzai's proficient and seasoned knife skills. They have never seen such a superb culinary skill and such a graceful movement.

I feel that he is more than a star and a half stronger than those food broadcasters and gourmets on the Internet.

He Changzai put a processed chicken into the pot, put pepper, fennel, ginger slices, aniseed, woody, tangerine peel and other seasonings, as well as ginseng, covered the lid, and asked the photographer Zhou, who was on the fire, to carefully Bring to a simmer.

Then, he went to the mountain to break a twig and skewered a fat chicken.

Build a hearth with stones, put the firewood picked up by a group of people into it, and start roasting chicken.

Seeing He Chang roasting chicken, Song Meijuan and Si Xia came over and squatted beside her with expectant expressions on their faces.

……

Gradually, a bright white moon rose into the sky, the skin of the fat chicken gradually turned brown under the charcoal fire, and the tempting fragrance diffused from the air.

The two girls smacked their lips and sniffed the fragrance in the air, almost drooling.

He Chang made a broom in the local area, and made a simple brush from the sorghum that grew on the mountain. While roasting the chicken, he brushed it with oil and sprinkled cumin and other seasonings.

Not long after, the pheasant was ready!
He Changzai cut it into pieces with a dagger and put them in a basin.

The chicken soup was almost done, so Director Lu started to scoop up the soup for everyone.

Under the help of the two, the food was safely placed in front of everyone!

Lu Yuanshan suggested: "Why don't we sing a song to adjust the atmosphere and make it lively!"

"Sing what?"

Si Xia subconsciously asked.

Ziling thought for a moment, and said: "When we get together, we have fate, so we should cherish it even more, or let's sing a song to cherish it!"

"it is good!"

"I agree!"

"Well, let me find a tune!"

……

Everyone at the scene agreed, and the group sang under the leadership of Director Lu.

"Moored at the pier where we parted yesterday, there are many layers of dreams and mottled ones, people are waiting for loneliness with the bright moon after the sunset..."

Accompanied by the singing, everyone in the group found that they were singing a little out of tune, not very pleasant, and a little embarrassed, their voices gradually weakened.

In the end, only He Changzai was left with his voice echoing in the empty and lonely mountains.

Distant, quiet singing.

It hits everyone's heart directly and makes people fall into the memories of the past.

Thinking of my classmate Qia as a teenager, I feel so energetic!
A girl who has a crush on her for a long time but doesn't confess her love!
Now they go their separate ways, there is no news, and they can never go back to the past, only memories remain, with melancholy and sad expressions on their faces.

Unable to break free from the turbulent flow of memories, to salvage myself!

After He Changzai's voice stopped abruptly and the group of people were in a daze for a long time, they came back to their senses one by one.

They all looked at him and praised him.

"He Changzai, I didn't expect you to sing so well!"

"This is a powerful singing, I think it's better than some pop singers!"

"I feel that He Chang is singing, without exaggeration, it can be said that it sounds better than the original song!"

Amidst the compliments from the group, Lu Yuanshan looked at He Changzai and said solemnly:

"I've already decided, I'll go back today and write the theme song for the movie "Prickly Pear" overnight, and I'll leave it to you to sing!"

"Director Lu, this... makes me a little flattered!" He Changzai said with a slightly exaggerated expression with a smile on his face.

Lu Yuanshan said loudly: "Are opportunities reserved for talented people... If you can't sing well and want to sing, I won't let you sing!"

Immediately, the group began to eat against the background of a full moon in the sky.

The more they eat, the faster they eat. He praised He Changzai for his excellent cooking skills, and he ate so much oil that he enjoyed it!
After a while, the whole group ate up the chicken soup and roast chicken like a storm!

Even a big bag of prickly pears, there is not much left to eat!
He Chang was looking at the unsatisfied expressions of the crowd, and continued to roast the chicken, roasting the remaining chicken one by one, so that everyone had a full stomach.

At this time, the night was quiet, and the group had enough to eat and drink, and they didn't want to move anymore, so they lay down on the big bluestone slab on the mountain to sleep.

Director Lu did not forget to write the lyrics. The screen of the mobile phone was on, attracting many large blue moths. Their fingers were brisk, and they paused sometimes to think.

Smack your lips, look for inspiration, write fast...

Because the two girls are afraid of the dark!

He Chang had Song Meijuan on the left and Si Xia on the right. Under the cold moonlight and the cool wind blowing, he closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly while listening to the chirping of trivial insects!
(End of this chapter)