My village can't be like this

Chapter 215
After hearing Zhang An's words, Chen Ze did not continue to catch those young shrimps.

Instead, they searched around in the ditch until they saw a big lobster.

The two walked around the field dam for a long time, and finally caught half a barrel.

"Okay, old Chen, we've caught quite a few, and it's time to go back."

These are enough to eat, and it would be a waste to grab them any more.

"Wait, I have another one here, it will be ready soon."

Chen Ze just found a very big shrimp, but he missed it and let it run away.

Now I am chasing in the ditch with the poker.

"Hey, look at the one I caught, isn't it big?"

In the end, Chen Ze grabbed an extra-large lobster and shook it in front of Zhang An.

Not to mention that the lobster was quite big, it was nearly [-] centimeters, because it was the largest lobster that Zhang An had caught in the past two years.

"Big is big, but this one can't be eaten, and you have to let it go."

"Ah, why, why can't such a big shrimp be eaten?"

Chen Ze was a little puzzled, didn't he want to eat the big one, why this one didn't work.

"Look at the big ball hanging from the belly of this shrimp. Those are all small shrimps. This is a pregnant female shrimp. It must not be eaten."

Zhang An also felt that it was a pity that such a big shrimp cost two taels.

If it weren't for the female shrimp with cubs, I would have put it in the pot today.

"Okay." Chen Ze was a little disappointed, and reluctantly put the shrimp into the ditch.

As soon as it got into the water, the shrimp disappeared. It seemed that it had just been frightened.

Back home, Zhang An and Chen Ze cleaned the results together.

He has done this job several times, so he is also very proficient in washing it now.

Chen Ze was cleaning the lobster seriously by the faucet. When he turned around, he suddenly found Zhang An's little tiger staring at him.

And he looked at Xiaohu with an unknown thing in his mouth.

"Hey, Zhang An, what do you think your little tiger is holding? It looks like a hedgehog."

Hearing this, Zhang An turned his head to see that Xiaohu must have gone into the bamboo forest again.

Because what it holds in its mouth is another fat bamboo rat.

Could it be that Xiaohu has become addicted to this thing since he caught it in the purple bamboo forest last time?

No wonder I haven't seen it since it went out in the morning.

The feeling is that this guy went to wander in the bamboo forest again.

"Why is this thing like a rabbit, with two front teeth, so cute."

As Chen Ze said, he wanted to reach out and touch it.

"Hey, don't mess around, this guy can bite people very fiercely, these two big teeth are not kidding at all."

Seeing Chen Ze stretch out his hand, Zhang An hurriedly pulled him back.

If he was bitten, he would not only need stitches, but also go to the hospital for vaccination.

Zhang An had seen someone bitten by a bamboo rat before, but it was a big wound.

"It's called Zhuliuzi, and it's also called bamboo rat outside."

"What, this thing is actually a mouse? Can a mouse grow so big?"

Hearing Zhang An said that he would bite, Chen Ze didn't dare to attack this little guy again.

Chen Ze thought this little guy was cute just now, but now he couldn't accept Zhang An calling him Shushu.

In Chen Ze's impression, mice are the kind of guys with pointed mouths and long hairs, which make people uncomfortable.

"Who told you that mice don't grow big? There are plenty of big mice, but you haven't seen them."

But in fact, among the mice, there are also some that are relatively large.

Zhang An had seen a mouse more than a foot long when he was a child, and that guy looked like a spirit.

It harmed the food of many people in the village, and that guy killed several kittens.

It took a lot of effort in the village to catch this guy.

In the end, the mouse spirit naturally had no good end, and was directly disemboweled and died without a whole body.

"Besides, this bamboo rat is not too big. Don't you know there is an animal called a kangaroo, which is bigger than a monkey."

"And this bamboo mouse is different from the mouse that steals food. It's actually quite delicious."

A few days ago, Zhang An had a drink at Zhang Jianzhong's house, and the pot of braised bamboo slips he made tasted really good.

"Can this stuff be eaten? Don't you feel shabby when you eat it?"

When Chen Ze thought of eating mice, he felt a little nervous.

"Don't look down on this bastard. He's no worse than a rabbit. You'll know later."

Let's talk, Zhang An continued to process the remaining lobsters in the bucket.

At this time, Zhang Jianguo also came back from herding the sheep, and helped him catch a young rooster from the chicken coop and slaughter it.

After Zhang An finished processing the lobster, he started to marinate the chicken that his father had slaughtered.

At home, Wang Fang cooks stewed or fried chicken every time.

Zhang An also thought of a fresh approach, just as a change of taste.

The little rooster was not big, about three to four catties. After Zhang An marinated it, he let it close for a while.

"Is it time to mix mud?"

When Zhang An marinated the chicken, Chen Ze was already impatient.

I had been thinking about doing beggar chicken with Xi Ni, but now I saw Zhang An making mud in the backyard, so I asked a question.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave the matter of mud to you." Seeing his eager expression, Zhang An handed over the matter of mud to him.

Zhang An asked Chen Ze to play with mud in the backyard by himself, while he went to the flooded pond to cut some lotus leaves and bring them back.

Although Zhang An said it was a beggar's chicken, it was not.

This method is called yellow mud chicken locally, and it is very simple to make.

The most difficult part is the process of killing and marinating the chicken. If the chicken is well marinated, it will be very fragrant when it is cooked.

For this kind of practice, Zhang An already knew it when he was young.

It's strange to say that even though he was young, he only watched Zhang An's uncle Zhang Jianye do it a few times.

Then I learned the method of this yellow mud chicken and kept it firmly in my heart.

At that time, Zhang An was still in elementary school, and when he came back from school, he saw free-range chickens in the village.

The two of them, Zhou Yang, didn't stop doing anything. They caught the little native chickens by the river and cleaned them up.

At that time, Zhang An was still young, he didn't know how to kill chickens, and he was a little scared.

But Zhou Yang, who was two years older next to him, didn't know what it meant to be afraid, so he took out the little native chicken with a couple of strokes with a knife.

No wonder Zhou Yang has learned to be a cook now. Feelings are an innate talent.

After finishing the chicken on the edge of the flooded pond, the two started a big fire and started making yellow mud chicken.

Strange to say, they didn't clean the chicken feathers at that time, and the seasoning for pickling was just salt and pepper brought from home.

But in the end, the roasted chicken, both of them thought it was probably the best delicacy in the world.

But it is also understandable, after all, the conditions were difficult at that time, and it was only occasionally possible to eat a meal of meat.

Even if the chicken is not handled very well, and the marinade is not very fragrant, it is still meat after all.

Moreover, eating a chicken for two children was simply a luxury at the time.

Putting it in someone else's house, this chicken will definitely be eaten by the whole family, and it will have to be eaten several times.

And after eating the chicken, not long after returning home, the matter was exposed.

Knowing that it was Zhang An and Zhou Yang who did it, the two families compensated the other's chicken together, and they had to be careful when paying for it.

For this reason, Zhang An was severely whipped with live hemp by Wang Fang.

And he was smoked with his clothes off, and his body was covered in big bruises from live hemp.

On the other side, Zhou Yang was obviously not at ease, and Zhou Shuanglin hung him on the door frame and gave him a hammer.

But you have to ask them if they regret it, and they definitely don't regret it.

Why, because it's so delicious, it's worth another meal.

Of course, they are not the only ones in the village who do this.

Many people who are older than Zhang An know it and have done this kind of thing.

It's just that they are smart and use their own chickens.

After Zhang An came back with the lotus leaves, Chen Ze had already made up a mess of yellow mud.

After finishing the marinated chicken, Zhang An wrapped several layers of it in lotus leaves.

Finally, a thick layer of mud is applied on the outside, which looks like a big mud dumpling.

Chen Ze didn't doubt whether it was delicious or not, after all, it was written like this in martial arts novels.

Those martial arts masters, from time to time, also come up with something to satisfy their cravings. He thinks it should be delicious.

Then a fire started in the yard, and Zhang An put the mud balls in and burned them.

Zhang An didn't want to waste such a fire, because Zhang Jianguo had already helped solve the bamboo slip just now.

At this moment, I just put the bamboo slips on it to bake.

It's getting late now, and there's still half a bucket of crayfish left.

Zhang An handed over the bamboo slip that was being roasted to Chen Ze, and asked him to turn it over non-stop.

He went back to the kitchen and started picking up the crayfish.

Originally, Chen Ze was quite resistant to this bamboo stick, but when it was roasted, a scent began to float into his nose, stimulating his sense of smell all the time.

When Zhang An was marinating, he added heavy ingredients, and now the roasted aroma is very strong.

Chen Ze looked at the scented bamboo slipper in his hand, and his throat rolled unconsciously.

I was hesitating in my heart whether I should try it first, but then I thought that this guy also had the word mouse.

For a moment, the two villains in Chen Ze's mind started fighting.

In the end, his appetite was greater than his rationality, so Chen Ze tore off a small piece of meat that was dripping with oil and put it in his mouth.

"Oh, it smells so good."

"Zhang An, why is this roasted bamboo rat so delicious?" Chen Ze shouted to Zhang An in the kitchen.

In fact, the roasted bamboo slips are not so fragrant, but Zhang An marinated them well.

And when Chen Ze roasted it himself, he was very careful, so that the outer skin was roasted crispy but not burnt.

"I don't feel shabby now."

Seeing the light of Zhenxiang leader shining on Chen Ze, Zhang An asked deliberately.

"It's not shabby, such a good thing has nothing to do with shabby."

When the lobster was ready, Zhang An brought the table to the yard.

After burning for so long, the fire in the yard also began to get smaller.

Zhang An turned out the yellow mud chicken inside, which showed that the mud ball was as hard as a brick after being burned.

"Zhang An, is this chicken already cooked? Don't cook it for a while, so that it won't be cooked when you open it later."

It was the first time for Chen Ze to see someone make this thing, and he was worried that it might not be cooked well due to the thick mud ball.

"Don't worry, it's been burning for more than an hour. It's already cooked, and it will burn if you burn it again."

Zhang An has done it countless times since he was a child, and he already knows whether he is familiar with it or not.

As he said that, he took a hammer and knocked open the outer mud shell, revealing the smoking lotus leaf chicken inside.

Although the lotus leaf was not damaged, it had already wilted in such a high temperature.

After Zhang An shook off the mud, he began to open the lotus leaves wrapped on it.

The chicken has been marinated long ago, and it has a strong meaty aroma after being roasted.

And it is accompanied by the fragrance of lotus leaves, which is very attractive.

"It's really not wrong to come here today. It's worth it. Fortunately, I didn't bring Lime, otherwise such a delicious food would be shared by one more person."

Looking at the golden yellow mud chicken on the plate, and then looking at the bamboo rat that I just roasted.

Chen Ze felt very satisfied, and it was not a loss for Zhang An to be a matchmaker this trip.

Soon, Zhang An brought out the prepared spicy crayfish, and slowly put a pot on the table.

Zhang An put the beer brought by Chen Ze in the refrigerator to chill it.

Take it out now, and you can see that the air conditioner is still blowing.

Originally planned to call out to Li Hongbin, but Li Hongbin took his parents to his brother's house.

So Zhang An called Zhou Lan over, told her not to cook, and took Li Yao over to eat together.

The terrain of Zhang An's courtyard is relatively high, and the field of vision is also very wide.

Sitting inside at this time, blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and green waters.

Looking at the lush and green seedlings in the rice fields, it feels very comfortable.

"It's true that this crayfish should be served with cold beer, it's comfortable."

In the hot summer, Chen Ze drank a glass of cold beer in one gulp.

It's so heartbreaking, my heart is soaring.

"Godfather, I want to drink this too."

Li Yao grabbed a big chicken leg and gnawed it in his mouth, but his eyes kept staring at the adults drinking beer beside him.

The little guy behind was not far behind, and wanted to taste the taste of this beer.

"Hahaha, the godfather will pour it for you, come and carry it."

Zhang An took the beer bottle and poured a small glass for Li Yao.

"Xiao An, he is still young, so don't give him a drink."

Zhou Lan watched Zhang An pour wine for Li Yao, and didn't really want him to drink.

"Sister Lan is fine, this beer is neither liquor nor intoxicating."

Zhang An didn't think it mattered, as a boy, he would have to taste wine anyway.

In the village, there are many leather dolls who are as old as Li Yao, and they all have a capacity for drinking.

This beer is like a drink compared to liquor.

This little guy, Li Yao, should be raised from an early age.

"choke, it's so astringent, it's not delicious at all."

Li Yao watched Zhang An and Chen Ze take a sip from their cups, and he imitated it by taking a long sip.

Unexpectedly, this golden-yellow-looking thing tasted bitter.

I wanted to vomit, but seeing Zhang An and the others drinking so happily, the little guy closed his eyes and drank it down.

He didn't understand why adults could drink it so happily.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The little guy drank beer for the first time and made everyone laugh.

"If it doesn't taste good, don't drink it."

Seeing Li Yao like this, Zhou Lan wanted to take the cup away from him.

"I don't, godfather and they all drink like that, I want to drink too, I'm a man like godfather."

The more Zhou Lan refused to let him drink, the more Li Yao wanted to drink. He drank tons and tons of cups.

Hey~~
Then he had a big belch, and his face started to turn red.

(End of this chapter)