The whole mountain is my hunting ground.

Chapter 9 Zhao Er Gudong
In Li Baoyu's house, there is only a plate of fried tofu with hot peppers and a pot of radish and potato soup.

As the head of the family, Li Dayong sat in the innermost position, holding vegetables with chopsticks in one hand and drinking with a wine glass in the other.

Li Ruhai and Li Xiaoqiao were sitting around Li Dayong. The brothers and sisters were eating carefully, but every now and then they peeked at Li Dayong and Li Baoyu, who were on the left and right.

Li Baoyu, who was sitting on the wooden stool under the kang, held a sea bowl in one hand and pulled the sticky porridge into his mouth with his chopsticks in the other.

When he put down the bowl and stretched out his chopsticks to pick vegetables, he could clearly see the slap print on his face and the redness and swelling at the corner of his mouth without the cover of the big bowl.

At this time, Jin Xiaomei walked in from the outhouse and sat next to Li Xiaoqiao with a bowl of porridge.

"Mom, I want to eat meat." Li Xiaoqiao put down his chopsticks and said timidly.The little girl didn't understand very much, and it was fine if there was no meat at home on weekdays.

But today, her eldest brother brought back a sack of meat, and just before eating, Jin Xiaomei put the pieces of wild boar out on the outside.

Why don't you feed yourself?

Jin Xiaomei fished out a piece of potato from the basin and put it in Li Xiaoqiao's bowl. With her free hand, she moved Li Xiaoqiao's braid from the front to the back, "Daughter, mom will cook you some meat tomorrow."

"Well, our family has to eat a good meal of meat tomorrow." Li Dayong suddenly answered, "That's what your brother got for carrying a dog's life."

As soon as Li Dayong said this, Li Ruhai was amused, he looked at Li Baoyu and wanted to make fun of him, but when he turned his head, he met his elder brother's unkind gaze.

"Cough..." Li Ruhai coughed lightly, turned his head and pretended to be casual to eat.

At this moment, a smell came in from outside the house, Li Xiaoqiao sniffed, then turned to Li Dayong and said, "Dad, I want to eat meat."

"Eat tomorrow, eat tomorrow." Compared with his son, Li Dayong was much gentler towards his younger daughter, he touched Li Xiaoqiao's head and said, "Your Zhao family brother will have to be beaten tonight, just Let him eat more."

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In the big iron pot, the boiling water turned blood, and the thick meat aroma filled the whole house and spread to the yard outside the house.

Wang Meilan picked up a pair of chopsticks, plucked a large piece of wild boar tenderloin from the pot, put it in the basin next to it, pulled out the chopsticks and placed it on the stove.

Then lift the lid of the tank next to it, let the gourd gourd scoop out a scoop of clean water from the water tank, and pour it into the basin to wash the piece of wild boar tenderloin.

The cooked pork was washed with cold water, and the temperature of the meat also dropped while the blood was on the surface.

Wang Meilan directly tore the meat into small pieces with her hands and placed it on a plate with the chopped green peppers.

The next step is to heat the oil in a pot, sauté chopped green onion until fragrant...

Stir-fried wild boar tenderloin with chilli, braised wild boar spare ribs, braised wild boar neck with daikon radish, and a dried tofu roll with green onion dipping sauce.

Wang Meilan ordered four dishes in one go, and took Zhao Jun and his two daughters to eat beautifully.

After dinner, Zhao Jun helped Wang Meilan pick up the tableware and chopsticks, and then watched Zhao Hong and Zhao Na do their homework before returning to the Westinghouse and lying on the kang.

As soon as he lay down on the kang, he heard a noise from outside, and then heard someone ask, "Why did you stew the meat? It's so fragrant!"

As soon as Zhao Jun turned over, he got up from the kang, his eyes full of vigilance.

He stepped on his shoes, pushed open the door and walked out.

"Finished?"

As soon as Zhao Jun went out, he heard a familiar voice in his memory.

For many years, this person and this voice only appeared in his dreams.However, compared to Wang Meilan, Zhao Jun's mood is more complicated for this person.

There is closeness from blood, and there is also a trace of resentment.

"Take it." Zhao Youcai handed a slightly oily yellow paper bag to Zhao Jun, then he took off his coat and walked to the east room.

Zhao Jun followed Zhao Youcai into the East Room, and the two younger sisters surrounded him. Zhao Jun wrapped the paper to Zhao Hong, Zhao Hong untied the rope, opened the yellow paper, and saw that there were neatly stacked pieces of furnace fruit.

Zhao Hong and Zhao Na grabbed a piece and bit it. Zhao Youcai, who had just hung up his clothes, came over, stretched out his left hand, and dipped his index finger into the dregs that the little daughter had eaten, and put it in his mouth.

"Dad, you can also eat a piece." Zhao Jun moved the scattered paper package out and said to Zhao Youcai.

"I'm such an adult, what do I eat it for? You three should eat it." Zhao Youcai said, he got on the kang, and moved his butt into it.

At this time, Wang Meilan walked in with a plate in one hand, Zhao Jun hurried out, and came back with a wine bottle and glass from the outhouse.

"Dad, today we have a hard time, you drink two."

"Ha!" Looking at Zhao Jun, who looked like a dog-legged man, Zhao Youcai snorted without a smile, and said, "Have you caused me another trouble, kid?"

"Hahaha... Dad, what are you talking about?" Zhao Jun laughed, sat sideways on the kang, picked up the bottle and poured wine for Zhao Youcai.

Wang Meilan came back with another plate and a bowl, put them on the table one by one, and said, "Your eldest son has a good chance and went up the mountain to hunt wild boars."

"Oh? The kid is amazing." Zhao Youcai's hand holding the green onion dipped in the sauce for a while, glanced at Zhao Jun seemingly casually, but his face was already gloomy.

"You're so good at it, you even dare to steal someone's wild boar cover?"

Wang Meilan pushed away Zhao Jun's hand that handed her the fruit, ignored her son's offer, and said, "Who do you look down on? Your eldest son brought the dog up to the mountain by himself."

As soon as Wang Meilan said this, Zhao Jun only felt a chill under his hood, and he looked at his father cautiously.

I saw Zhao Youcai's face sinking like water, and he couldn't see a trace of anger, but sitting there cross-legged, the whole person was like a statue, motionless.

"Dad, I was wrong." Zhao Jun hurriedly confessed.

Zhao Youcai didn't speak, and the atmosphere in the room solidified for a moment. Even the two little girls noticed something was wrong, and they didn't even dare to chew the fruit that had been bitten into their mouths.

The air was stagnant for about ten seconds, and Zhao Youcai suddenly laughed. He picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip.

Northeast small burn, 56 degrees of pure sorghum wine, spicy Zhao Youcai tightened his nose.Putting down the wine glass casually, he said with a smile: "My eldest son is promising, he can hunt wild boars, but his father is doing well, I can eat more."

Zhao Youcai smiled, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed, the invisible pressure dissipated out of thin air, and Xiao Zhao Hong's face blossomed with joy while chewing on the fruit, "Dad, my brother's wild boar is delicious."

"Hurry up and eat yours." Zhao Jun angrily shoved the fruit that Wang Meilan didn't take, directly into Zhao Hong's mouth.

"Well, incense." Zhao Youcai chewed a big mouthful of wild boar, responded vaguely, and then took another sip of wine.

When the wine and meat in his mouth were eaten together, he smiled and said to Zhao Hong, "Second girl, wait for your brother to go up the mountain someday and beat you to a black blind man. That stuff is more fragrant, even more fragrant than wild boars."

"Okay, okay." Zhao Hong was even happier when she heard this.Today, I first ate the stewed meat beautifully, and then I ate the pot fruit after the meal. In the eyes of the little girl, this kind of life was simply too wonderful.

Zhao Youcai followed with a smile, but didn't mention it anymore. While eating and drinking, he also talked about some interesting things that happened among the workers and colleagues in the forest farm today.

Wang Meilan sometimes listened, sometimes asked questions, and sometimes echoed.

Also, Zhao Hong and Zhao Na are arguing and interjecting from time to time, telling their parents some interesting things between their children.

For a time, the parents in the house were kind, and the daughter was filial, talking and laughing.

But even so, Zhao Jun on the side became more and more restless.

The two younger sisters are still young, they don't know, but Zhao Jun knows that his father has two nicknames in these eight villages.

In Mingzhili, those elders of Zhao Youcai, as well as his peers who grew up with him, call him Zhao Erzhi, or simply Erzhi for short.

But if he mentioned it behind his back, most people would call him Zhao Ergu (gù)dong (dòng).

(End of this chapter)