Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 230 Roast Suckling Pig

Upon hearing this, the leopard said quickly, "Yes, yes, the clan leader is right."

When it comes to food, Yibao didn't dare to make any objection because he had also been hungry.

Unlike some people who have nothing to do and have enough to eat, they crush and trample on grain without being moved, and use the excuse of not knowing how to eat grain to cover up the fact that they don't feel bad about selling their grandfather's land.

This is the grandfather that the farmers in the countryside called when they had no food to eat.

"Chief, do you want to go release the geese together?" Yiliu, who was coming down the mountain path carrying a bamboo basket, shouted to the old chief.

There were dozens of yellow goslings in the bamboo basket. Due to limited time, Liu Yu and his team only brought back fifty-six goose eggs last time.

A few days ago, 48 goslings were hatched and have been taken care of by Wang Ting.

Now is the time to let them out to eat grass and play in the water.

"You go first, the old man will come after breakfast." The old patriarch waved his hand.

"Then please bring the wolf cub out, and I won't go back."

The wolf cubs are eating breakfast now, and Daniu and the others are feeding them.

"Okay," the old patriarch responded with a smile, and walked towards the mountain path with Yibao.

Then he saw a dozen old guys walking down the mountain path carrying firewood and bacon.

Seeing this, the old patriarch couldn't help but ask the two old guys in the lead: "Old Bandit, Old Qiu, what are you going to do?"

"Chief, let's go fishing and dry some for New Year's goods." said the skinny old man who was in the lead.

He was a bandit and almost starved his master to death, so he was nicknamed the old bandit.

"Fishing? Where are your fishing rods?"

"Put it at the fishing spot, Chief, would you like to come with us?"

"The old man doesn't have time to fish, so go ahead and catch more fish so we can share the profits later."

"Haha, we thought so too."

You can get a rough idea of ​​how well a village is doing by looking at the conditions of the elderly in the village.

So don’t believe the praises, look at the reality, the elderly in their seventies and eighties kneel down to the urban management for their livelihoods…

The peaceful days were broken by the humming sounds that appeared in the forest at night.

On the wooden gate sentry tower, Yibao looked at the pairs of green eyes in the forests on both sides of the mountain road and was speechless.

These wild boars were very annoying. After being driven away by a wave of arrows, they did not flee in fear. Instead, they kept a distance from the wooden gate, pushing and harassing while looking for a breakthrough.

"Little Leopard, don't worry about them, they don't dare to come. Let's go back and have tea." Yihuo, who had just returned from patrol, shouted to Yibao on the watchtower.

"Sixth Elder, you go back first. I'll stay and take a look. Now that the wild boars have appeared, I'm sure the rats are also digging holes."

"Then you watch over. I'll go back first." Yihuo waved his hand, hummed a song, and walked slowly towards the bamboo shed in the field.

“Twinkle, twinkle little star…”

Yibao observed for a while and saw the green eyes of the wild boars gradually disappearing in the woods on both sides of the mountain road. He was about to get down from the sentry tower and look around, but he heard shouting in his ears.

"Brothers, come and play whack-a-mole." A shout came in the night wind.

"Oh my god, what a big rat, almost as big as a rabbit."

"Try to kill it with one strike, and don't break the meat. This fat rat will sizzle and ooze oil when roasted, and it will be delicious."

Yibao listened to the conversation and could not help but quicken his pace, fearing that his brothers would be tempted by rat meat and lose their sense of proportion.

So the question is, can rat meat be eaten? Is it delicious?

Anyone who has eaten rat meat knows that it is delicious.

Because people who have eaten rat meat are either short of food and clothing or think that rat meat is really delicious.

In some villages, rat meat is a delicacy used to entertain guests.

Of course this is a mountain rat and a rice rat, not a ditch rat.

It is said that some unscrupulous bosses specialize in catching rats from sewers and selling dog meat under the guise of selling mutton.

Of course, this is just a rumor and it is hard to tell whether it is true or not, but Bihua has indeed seen it. Some people caught ditch rats and roasted them to eat, taking a bite of meat and sip of wine, and it tasted very delicious.

Okay, Bihua admits that he has eaten vole meat. There was really nothing to eat at that time, and rat meat is indeed delicious.

Ahem, I’ve gone off topic. Let me remind you that rats nowadays really cannot be eaten because they are too dirty.

Having been poor and hungry, I wanted to make money, but the reality was cruel. I suffered, was tired, and was hungry, but I didn't make much money. Instead, I became ill from overwork. In the end, I chose to lie down and return to my hometown to farm and write, earning hundreds of dollars a month.

Having said so much, I just want to give you one piece of advice: you can make money, but I hope my fellow book lovers will not overwork themselves, because your health is your capital.

Most people have experienced that studying is tiring and hard, but when people are moving bricks under the scorching sun, they all yearn to return to their carefree student days, read more books, and at least learn knowledge, so as to protect their own rights and interests instead of being bullied by others.

Of course, book friends who have won at the starting line should just treat the above words as nonsense.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak" the mouse howled under the stick. This is the price to pay for wanting to get something for nothing.

"Incense." Yifeng ordered.

The guards responded quickly and used thick smoke attacks to drive away the rats, which was undoubtedly the most effective and cost-effective method.

Tonight is destined to be spent looking for rat holes, hunting rats, and driving away rats.

But I have to say, this process is quite interesting, provided you don't get bitten.

The next morning, Daniu and his men were called in to drive away the wild boars.

For a moment, the forest was in chaos, and the howls of wild boars could be heard from time to time. Wild boars weighing four or five hundred kilograms were carried out of the forest by hunting teams who came to watch the fun.

"Jiji" the frightened cry of the little wild boar sounded in the forest.

The guards guarding the wooden gate looked in the direction of the sound and saw hunting team members carrying small wild boars with their four legs tied and skewered with wooden sticks coming out of the forest. Their eyes lit up because the roasted suckling pig smelled delicious.

"What good stuff!" The bear came running over after hearing the noise, his eyes shining as he looked at the bunch of wild boars.

"It's really good stuff. We have to send three to the old patriarch so that the seventh elder can taste the little wild boar." said the remaining snake that arrived shortly after.

"Let's kill and roast the rest," said the bear, swallowing his saliva.

Roast suckling pig is a dish you never get tired of, and those who love its flavor will miss it even more.

When the old patriarch, who was drinking tea with Tudi in the pavilion on the rock peak, saw the little wild boar howling all the way over, his eyes lit up and he was eager to grill it.

This resulted in Shang Liangshan, who was practicing in the Huawai Taoist temple in the afternoon, being called out to taste the roast suckling pig.

"Old Patriarch, this roasted suckling pig will taste better if it is roasted in a roasting hole." Shang Liangshan said after taking a sip of wine.

"How do you roast it?" the old patriarch became interested.

As for the roasting method proposed by Shang Liangshan, the old patriarch automatically attributed it to obsessive memory.

Shang Liangshan thought about it and told him the method of roasting pigs in his previous life in great detail.

The cooking skills of this world are definitely not as good as those of Blue Star, so when someone gets excited, he can't stop talking.

Then one person let the door slip and said everything that should and shouldn't be said, just to have a good time.