59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

After instructing them for a few minutes and completing the on-site teaching, it was their turn to have a picnic and barbecue in the mountains, which they loved and dreamed of day and night.

"Fatty, go get the pheasants and rabbits. Chen Hao, dig a hole and make a picnic. Hu Bayi, you and Fatty go to the creek and get rid of the pheasants and rabbits."

"Roger that!"

"Okay, brother."

"Oh."

The three boys started to work on their own. Fatty Wang happily went to get the pheasants and rabbits. Chen Hao took out the Luoyang shovel from his backpack and looked around.

I deliberately walked to the soft mud near the stream but above the water level and dug a hole.

Hu Bayi dug a medium-sized hole in the stream to collect stream water.

When Fatty Wang brought the pheasant and rabbit over, he carefully skinned the rabbit while Fatty Wang was responsible for plucking the chicken's feathers.

Without scalding with boiling water, plucking the hair is a brute force job.

Chen Feng took out a dagger, dragged the wild boars to the downwind side one by one, and bled the three wild boars.

"Brother, the pit is dug!"

Chen Haoshuai completed the task first. This guy even built a small grill with stones to make it easier to grill meat.

"Go collect some dry firewood. Don't go too far."

"I'm going too. Bayi, the pheasant is left to you." Fatty Wang was also an impatient guy, and after pulling for a long time, he wanted to slip away.

"If you dare to run, I will pluck out your hair!" Hu Bayi said fiercely.

It took him half a day to deal with this rabbit, and adding a chicken would make it much more troublesome.

"Boom!"

Hearing the gunshots, the three people looked towards the distance at the same time.

Chen Hao was very excited holding the pistol.

"Brother, I killed a chicken!"

"That's amazing, let me see!"

Fatty Wang dropped the pheasant and ran over to watch the show, then came back carrying a pheasant with a smashed belly.

"Fatty, why did you take it? It's broken!" Hu Bayi said with disdain.

Fatty Wang was originally happy that he had one more chicken, but he looked at it a few more times after hearing these words.

The kinetic energy of a pistol bullet is not as good as that of a rifle, but one shot can still cause kinetic damage as big as a fist. This pheasant is only this big, and most of the meat inside has been destroyed.

"I...Haozi, you bastard, can't you just aim at the head?"

"You beat a good chicken into pieces!"

Chen Hao was very proud of himself because he had successfully become the first among the three to get the prey. However, he felt embarrassed when he heard what Fatty Wang said.

"Fatty, if you have the guts, aim at the chicken's head and shoot. If you hit it, I'll call you brother!"

"This is what you said!"

"I said!"

"Okay, sooner or later I'll let you call me brother!"

Fatty Wang is not stupid. If he can aim a pistol at the head of a fleeing pheasant, he would be a sharpshooter.

Chen Feng can hit the target, that’s because he’s cheating.

As his mental strength and physical strength changed, the reaction force of the pistol had little effect on him.

"Fuck you, if you have the guts, hit a chicken head today!" Chen Hao cursed angrily.

"Hehe, my uncle is also your uncle." Fatty Wang said shamelessly.

"You two shut up. Fatty, go collect firewood. Haozi, come and help me pluck the fur." ​​Hu Bayi said as he processed the rabbit skin.

You have to take the rabbit skin back with you. It’s quite expensive these days.

Many citizens rushed to buy them so that they could make gloves and hats to keep warm.

"Dele!"

Fatty Wang said happily: "Haozi, go pluck the feathers, and Fatty will catch you a chicken to eat."

"Get out!" Chen Hao kicked him, but Fatty Wang dodged it nimbly.

Fatty Wang also found the trace of a rabbit, but unfortunately, before he could aim, the rabbit disappeared into the grass, which made him very angry and depressed.

Chen Feng drilled a few holes in the wild boar to let it bleed, and then came over to deal with the pheasants and rabbits.

By the time they were done, Fatty Wang had found a dead tree.

This tree fell from a cliff on one side of the valley, separated from the soil and turned into rotten wood. It can be broken by hitting it with a larger stone, making it just right for burning.

Take out a lotus leaf grown with well water from the "backpack", place the washed pheasant in the center of the lotus leaf, stuff ginger, garlic and other ingredients into the chicken's stomach, and brush a layer of oil on the skin.

Wrap it in lotus leaves, dig some yellow mud from the mountains and wrap it around it, then put it in the pit.

One rabbit and one pheasant were not enough to eat, so he took out four big red sweet potatoes, each about ten centimeters long, from his backpack, washed them, and placed them on the stove.

Chen Hao and Hu Bayi looked over from the sidelines from time to time.

"Trigger the fire!"

"Ok."

Chen Hao placed the dry firewood that he and Fatty Wang had picked up on the fire and used a match to light it.

Hu Bayi used two steel needles to string the rabbits together in an interlaced pattern like the letter X, and placed them right on the stone.

Fatty Wang took out a bottle of oil and a brush and started brushing oil on the edge.

"Brother, with my skills in oiling, can I become a cook in a steel mill?"

"Come on, with your ability, you are not a cook. At most you are a dung carrier." Chen Hao retorted to him in retaliation for what the fat man had just said.

"Hey, you still look down on dung pickers. Let me tell you, a lot of people in the countryside are scrambling for this job." Fatty Wang said nonsense.

The work of carrying dung is actually very hard. If there were no ox carts, the dung buckets would need to be carried from the city to the countryside, which is definitely backbreaking work.

"No, you two are disgusting, aren't you? We're having a barbecue and you're talking about shit?" Hu Bayi said with a look of disgust, "Isn't that disgusting!"

"Bayi, the fat guy started this conversation!" Chen Hao quickly passed the buck.

Fatty Wang said disdainfully: "I'm talking about the cook, the chef!"

"You two shut up!" Chen Feng gave each of them fifty lashes, then slowly cut the rotten wood with a military knife and put it into the stone stove.

The fire should not be too big, as a big fire can easily burn the meat.

After a few minutes, he used a military knife to turn the sweet potatoes over.

Hu Bayi didn't feel sorry either.

Anyway, the saber belongs to his father, not him!

The rabbit meat is cooked first.

"Chen Hao, clean the flat surface of that big stone and use it as a dining table." Chen Feng ordered.

"Okay." Chen Hao walked away happily, washed the flatter side of the rock with the water from the stream, and then placed it next to the stove. He also padded it with a few small stones so that the flat side would become a platform.

Chen Feng took out another lotus leaf and placed it on top, using it as a tablecloth.

"No, brother, you already have lotus leaves, why do you want me to wash them?" Chen Hao asked puzzledly.

"Your table is dirty, why do you use it without washing it?" Chen Feng said unhappily.

"Oh, right."

Divide the rabbits first, and when they have finished eating, you can take out the sweet potatoes.

Peel off the charred outer layer to reveal the red meat inside.

The three boys sat by the rock, happily waiting for the sweet potatoes to cool down before carefully taking a few bites.

"So sweet!"

“This is delicious.”

Chen Feng smiled. Sweet potatoes are the staple food in the countryside. Children eat them until they vomit. Only people in the city regard them as treasures.