The strongest travel live broadcast

Chapter 293 Dinner Time
There was a lot of noise in the live broadcast room about whether to kill the hare, but Zhang Yang just curled his lips when he saw the barrage. They all want others to agree with their views, but they are unwilling to give up their arguments.

But instead he thinks that if he wants to live a decent life, he has to have a head. Ah bah, at least you have to fill your stomach. You can’t even handle the most basic eating, drinking, and sleeping. You still have time to talk about ideals, what do you think, then Pure bullshit.

Never say something like 'dreams come into reality', and don't say anything like 'what's yours is yours, it's useless if you don't force it', for him these words are pure nonsense, wanting to be comfortable in this world To survive comfortably, then you must have the ability to match yourself. To put it bluntly, those who have no ability will sit on the sidelines. disuse.

Holding the fat rabbit that was still struggling to survive and refused to give up in his hand, Zhang Yang went straight to the place where the pot was washed before. Although the drone had been hovering around him, it perfectly avoided him. figure.

Squatting by the stream, holding the stone knife in his hand, Zhang Yang gestured back and forth on the hare's neck for a long time, but finally gave up helplessly, throwing the seemingly sharp piece of stone on the ground, it's okay to cut food or something , It's just a joke to cut the hare's neck with this thing.

Looking down at the hare that was constantly struggling on the ground, Zhang Yang didn't feel any intolerance, and his eyes were very flat. It was nothing more than the law of the jungle. This is how this society is.

He turned his head and looked around, and finally saw a thumb-thick branch under a big tree not far away. His eyes lit up and he hurried over to pick up the branch.

The branch is about the same length as the forearm, and the overall look is relatively straight, and one end looks sharper, which is a good bloodletting tool.

"It's you, little rabbit, and if you have a good birth in the next life, I'll accept your fleshy brother!"

Looking down at the struggling fat rabbit again, Zhang Yang couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking his lips. In his mind, he fantasized about the strong aroma of cooked rabbit meat, and pressed the hare directly to the ground to expose its neck. Picking up the branch with his right hand, aiming the sharp end near the neck of the rabbit he had pulled out, he stabbed it hard with his hand.

puff.
The sound of a broken leather ball being pierced and leaking air sounded, and one end of the branch directly plunged into the hare's neck without any hindrance while Zhang Yang's strong right arm muscles were tense.
After the initial violent struggle of the branch piercing into the neck, the throbbing of the hare's abdomen gradually slowed down until it disappeared.
"call!!"

Taking a long breath, Zhang Yang started the next slaughter work, which was nothing more than peeling and removing the internal organs. Without tools, he directly put his fingers in and tore apart the tough rabbit with his superhuman strength. Skin.

Pieces of red melted into the water and floated downstream along the trickling stream. Some internal organs were also thrown into the stream by Zhang Yang, and finally returned to the cabin with a large pile of cleaned rabbit meat.

The next step is nothing more than skillful cutting work with a stone knife. Although there is always a sense of dullness, but fortunately this stone path can still be used. The fat hare has been broken down into many pieces by him. clean table.

It was at this time that the drone consciously came to his side and included him in the live broadcast room, announcing the end of the slaughter.

"This is the end?"

"10 minutes? That's a bit fast. Did Brother Yang do this before?"

"I just want to know what delicious food Brother Yang is going to cook tonight?"

"Rabbit head, it's a pity that there is no seasoning, otherwise a spicy rabbit head can be made."

"If only there was a chicken and seasoning, a perfect rabbit chicken is very delicious!"

"What the hell is a rabbit pulling a chicken? Why have I never heard of it?"

Zhang Yang, who just brought back some water from the outside with a pot, frowned when he saw this barrage and said with aftertaste on his face.

"The young man is also a fellow. Tulaji is actually a homemade dish in some local villages in Lingyun City. The ingredients are rabbits and chickens, plus potatoes and topped with thinly rolled noodles or gnocchi. It tastes amazing. It’s delicious, especially the stewed potatoes and gnocchi have been stewed for a long time and blended into the unique aroma of chicken and rabbit meat, coupled with the perfect combination of seasonings, no, I can’t help it, there is I have to make a meal when I have time, and I haven't eaten for a long time."

He couldn't help drooling because of the description he just said. Unfortunately, the materials are not complete now, and even a cooking tool is only a pot. Don't even think about rabbits and chickens. There can be wild vegetables at night , Mushroom boiled rabbit meat is not bad.

As the flames under the pot boiled, a pot of cold water slowly began to heat up. When Zhang Yang saw that the water was almost boiling, he threw half of the rabbit meat that he had just taken out and washed into the pot.

After covering the pot, he sat down on the ground, lit a cigarette and said while puffing.

"Okay, let's cook it for a while. After the blood foam is boiled out, let's take it out and wash it, and then we can officially start stewing the meat."

With the faint blue smoke rising from the tip of the cigarette, Zhang Yang turned his head and looked outside the house, and found that the sky outside had gradually darkened through the open door, and the light in the room without windows had also begun to dim. It's getting dark, I love you. Groups of burning flames illuminate the whole room in red, and the light is still relatively bright.

"Let's sing a song. In this situation, I suddenly thought of a song. I will give it to everyone while I have time."

Picking up his mobile phone, Zhang Yang found a ballad that he has been listening to more and more interesting recently in a playlist he made recently, and pressed the play button, of course it was just an accompaniment.

The soft guitar sound slowly sounded in the room, it was so soft, so gentle, it gradually seemed to soothe people's soul.

"A folk song "And the Light" is for everyone."

Zhang Yang, who was sitting on the ground, stared fixedly at the burning flame, listening to the crackling sound of the firewood, a low, soft, magnetic voice came out of his mouth softly
"Your eyes are my lights in the dark night;
Those eyes looking through the floating world;
in the dream, in the fog;
in whispers;

Tired birds return to the forest;
Your figure suddenly appears in the dark distant mountains"

Folk songs have been at the climax of creation since ancient times, but only those who like folk songs know it. Maybe they have experienced troughs, but they have never disappeared. What is contained in it is the mood of the singer, and the soul of the singer is what the singer wants. An emotion conveyed to people.

Many people gradually grow older as time goes by, but what remains the same is that they will gradually fall in love with some quiet, soothing songs that can express people's emotions without knowing it.

Zhang Yang has never sung folk songs before, and today is his first show in the live broadcast room, but he doesn't have a guitar in his hand, which is a pity.

The singing voice gradually disappeared, and the soft guitar accompaniment gradually became smaller, smaller, and finally disappeared. When the people in the live broadcast room were still immersed in the publicity singing, he himself had already separated from the music world he had just built. Come out, turn around and put your attention back into the fireworks.

Taking two pieces of wood, he moved the big iron pot off the iron frame, and walked directly to the creek outside before it was completely dark, and returned to the house after changing the pot of water again.

The rabbit meat with the blood foam removed, the washed fungus and morels, and the peeled kudzu root were thrown into the pot by Zhang Yang, and some wild vegetables such as wild green onions he made in the afternoon were thrown into the pot After covering the pot, he sat next to the flame, feeling the intense heat brought by the burning flame.

"Wait, it's best to cook for a while longer. With the help of kudzu root starch, this pot of soup should become very thick. I will weave baskets at this time. I can make a little bit."

(End of this chapter)