Mountain Village Xiao Shennong

Chapter 392 Golden nanmu, as firewood!

He Changzai, Song Meijuan, and Si Xia walked to a place close to the mountain spring and stopped. He put the red bucket and sheep on a big bluestone, and said to the two:

"Miss Song, Miss Si, you two stay where you are and build the stove, and I'll go pick up some firewood!"

Si Xia showed a trace of doubt, and said:

"He Changzai, why do you need to build a stove, isn't it good to have an open-air barbecue?"

"In autumn, the weather is dry and the night wind is strong. If you barbecue in the open air, it is easy to cause a fire!"

After He Chang explained, he took out the carving knife in the red bucket and wiped the sheep's neck with one knife.

Put its neck close to the grass, let the blood flow into the soil, so as not to stain the big bluestone.

After Song Meijuan saw this scene, she frowned and shivered subconsciously.

When Si Xia saw this scene, she seemed calmer. All she had in her eyes was the desire for delicious food.

"Beauty Song, when the sheep is roasted, you will understand that its death is worth it!"

He Changzai reached out and patted Song Meijuan on the shoulder, pinned the carving knife to his waist, and went to pick up firewood.

"It's time to release the drone. Among the information about it in my mind, this drone can broadcast live at night...Start live broadcast!"

Si Xia threw the soybean-sized drone into the air and shouted.

In an instant, the ball the size of a soybean grain underwent extremely complicated deformations, and turned into a yellow crane with white eyes, dancing gracefully in the air.

Song Meijuan looked at the yellow crane in the sky and exclaimed:

"It's so amazing, but Si Xia, you still have to shout during the live broadcast, why do I feel like a little demon fairy, it's a bit embarrassing!"

Si Xia said: "Among the information about the drone in my mind, I can control it to broadcast live with a thought, but I think it's the first time I use a drone to broadcast live, and it's more powerful to shout out! "

"All right!"

Song Meijuan said something, and began to pick up big stones to build a stove.

The drone will also adjust the shooting angle according to the thoughts in my heart. If I don’t care about it, the drone will independently choose the best angle and the highest quality content for shooting.

Si Xia recalled the information about this drone in his mind, thinking that this thing is too smart, too humane, it's a dozen blocks away from the technology of this era.

After being dazed for a while, she let the drone take pictures automatically, and built a stove with Song Meijuan.

The drone's eyes emitted two white lights, brightly illuminating the place where Si Xia and Song Meijuan picked up rocks, so that the water friends in the live broadcast room could clearly see their every move.

At this time, in the live broadcast room, the water friends were typing one after another, and the discussion was very lively.

"Sister Si Xia, this is a shotgun change, I guess she is using a drone to live broadcast now!"

"This drone is amazing, and it can also light up two people. I want it too!"

"Sister Si Xia and Sister Meijuan are picking up rocks, they must be making a stove and having a picnic!"

"Is it just the two of them? Where did the little brother go!"

"Yes, I want to see my male god. This long night is empty, lonely and cold. I can't sleep without seeing him!"

"God, I want to see you too. As the saying goes, it's so cold to be alone in bed!"

"Miss upstairs, you said this, the speed of the car is a bit fast, green live broadcast!"

"Fuck, did you see it, a sheep!"

"Brother, is this live broadcast going to eat roasted whole lamb? How capricious!"

"The six members of my family eat pork, and they cut seven or eight taels at a time. My brother and two sisters want to eat roasted whole lamb. It's so arrogant!"

"These sheep are all grown up on grass. They are purely wild sheep. The meat must be better than the mutton on the market. I want to ask, can you express the leftover mutton to me? I don't need it for meat. It's morale!"

"Brother, do you want to accept a younger brother who lights cigarettes and pours tea? I don't ask much, as long as I can follow you to see the flesh!"

"Brother, hey, people also want to eat meat. The last time the fan group went to you in the live broadcast room, I didn't go, so I regretted it. Now I go to you again, you must definitely invite people to eat meat. Of course I won’t eat it for nothing, I can repay it in other ways!”

"Sister, come and find me, I'll steal a battery car and buy you sheep to eat!"

……

Just as everyone was discussing in the live broadcast room, He Changzai walked over carrying a tall and strong dead tree.

He took out the carving knife at his waist, chopped off the top part of the dead tree, and split it into firewood of moderate size.

Then, he took the carving knife and went to the mountain spring to wash it, and the knifeman picked up the dead sheep on the ground like flowing water.

In the live broadcast room, after the water friends saw He Chang, the discussion was very intense, and they swiped the screen directly.

"My male god is amazing. Carrying such a thick tree, he walks with a relaxed and comfortable expression. He is so chic and handsome!"

"Brother, every time I see your amazing knife skills, I can't help but think of Master Xing and that glass of dry martine!"

"Look at the firewood cut by my brother, it looks so bright and golden!"

"Holy shit, it's golden nanmu. As far as I know, golden nanmu only grows in Sichuan, western Hubei, Yunnan, Guizhou and the provinces south of the Yangtze River in my country. I didn't expect there to be golden nanmu on the mountain in Xiaoge's village. Incredible!"

"Upstairs, do you know that there is a saying that existence is reasonable, and you don't even look at how remote and majestic this mountain village is, even if there is a golden nanmu tree, it's not surprising!"

"This golden nanmu is a good thing for making coffins, and it is also a special wood for ancient emperors to build royal palaces, mausoleums, gardens and other buildings!"

"What you said above is correct. Qianlong also secretly robbed the imperial tombs of the Ming Dynasty, and stole golden nanmu to repair his own tomb!"

"Everyone, let me tell you about the price of golden nanmu. This kind of tree costs hundreds of dollars per catty... Think about it, my brother used this wood to light a fire. Isn't this burning money!"

"Yeah, brother, this is too arrogant. Although he only used tree heads, with his superb carving skills, he used these woods to carve handicrafts, and its value has increased by hundreds or thousands of times. Isn't it delicious!"

"What do you know? At this point, little brother, do you still care about money? He has reached a state of making the best use of everything and returning to basics!"

……

This golden nanmu is a dead tree that He Chang accidentally picked up in the mountain depression and put it on the ground for many years.

He just used the tree head, and the rest is still useful.

After packing up the sheep, He Chang picked up the iron rod that was put in the red bucket on the way up the mountain, and skewered the whole sheep in half.

Then, he put the chopped firewood into the stove that Si Xia and Song Meijuan had built, lit the fire, put the sheep on it, and started roasting.

(End of this chapter)