"Collected Documents of Ouyang Wenzhong, Guitian Records". Then he took the gourd and placed it on the ground, covered its mouth with money, drank the oil in a ladle and drained it, put it through the money hole, but the money was not wet, because he said, "I don't have anything else, but I am familiar with it."
What makes you perfect, any difficult thing or something that you think is impossible, as long as you do it more often, it won't be a problem.
For example, the following series of actions by Wang Busei are not surprising as long as they are done more times.
I saw Wang Busui put the pot away and took out a chicken. Wang Busui looked at it for a long time. There was an injury on his head. It was certain that the death was accidental, not a disease or infectious disease. Wang Busui sympathized with this very much. , silently recited "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and people have misfortunes and blessings every day. Everything is fate. I hope you will have a good pregnancy in your next life."
Then start plucking the hair and skin, pulling out the internal organs and cleaning them. Seeing the internal organs in the chicken's belly, the three people watching were all filled with nausea. They often eat chicken, but they have never seen the process, and they don't know how to do it themselves. They didn't expect anything other than delicious food. , and has such a disgusting side.
Wang Bu is too dead to realize that Wang Bu is dead has seen even more disgusting things. He should eat and drink as he should, without losing his appetite or appetite. He washed it clean and then threw it into the pot. After thinking about it, he used Using the same technique, I got another chicken. I was really hungry. I should eat more.
Seeing Wang Busui's skillful technique, we can also imagine that there must be a lot of chickens that died in his hands, and the number should be more than three digits. Otherwise, such a technique would not be possible. It can be seen that Li Baoguo is not easy. , despite losing so many chickens, he is still alive today without going to the streets to curse. Apart from his tenacious vitality, he still has the qualities of an outstanding cadre of the Ming Empire. It seems that there is a basis for Wang Busheng's reputation as a chicken-killing master.
Throw the chicken into the pot and cook for a while. Pour out the water and refill it with rainwater. In the same way, put the chicken into the pot again. After changing the water three or four times, pour out the water. Make sure that all dirt and impurities on the surface of the chicken are clean. Then stuff the washed wooden sticks into the chicken's belly and insert them into the tree stump. Without those ingredients, you can only eat the roasted chicken.
Seeing Wang Busha's smooth movements, the little girl was very surprised, "Brother Busha is great, he can do anything."
No matter how thick-skinned Wang Busui was, in front of so many people, especially the beautiful lady Zhang Jinghui, with such direct praise from Qian Duoduo, Wang Busui still blushed a little, touched the back of his head, and explained shyly: "Grandpa likes to eat But I don’t like to do it with my hands, so I do it often and I become proficient in it.”
Everyone was very happy to see that Wang Busheng could roast chicken. After all, he was born in a wealthy family and his hands-on skills were very poor. He had been doing these things for himself since he was a child. Although Zhang Jinghui often went out to travel and explore, killing chickens and roasting chickens was not the best thing. , I still don’t know how to cook, so I always bring some quick-frozen food, just boil it in water, and I don’t care about the taste, as long as I can eat enough. Smelling the aroma of the roasted chicken, everyone forgot the nausea the chicken had just made them feel. They swallowed their saliva and had only one emotion in their hearts: "This chicken tastes so good."
Wang Busi turned the chicken over, and then added a few branches inside. Qian Duoduo also wanted to go out and help Wang Busi pick up some branches, but Wang Busi refused. This tree is not safe. If he accidentally falls into the water, he will be killed. Trouble.
Because the branches were wet due to rain, the chicken burned much slower. After roasting for more than an hour, the chicken was finally cooked. Wang Bushi distributed the chickens to everyone, then picked up a chicken and ate it himself. Although there were no seasonings, the taste was much worse, but in such an environment, it was good to have chickens, and it was better than going hungry. .
Zhang Jinghui took the roasted chicken, tore off the drumsticks and handed them to Qian Duoduo and Qian Duoduo. She tore off a chicken wing and ate it. Not to mention Wang Busheng's roasted chicken, although the taste was much lighter, it still had a different taste. Much better than what I have eaten before. Zhang Jinghui couldn't help but praise: "It's so delicious."
Wang Bushu was also very happy to see Zhang Jinghui eating happily. There was nothing more gratifying than being recognized by others, especially a beautiful woman whose appearance brought disaster to the country and the people.
Wang Bushit picked up a leaf, wiped the oil stains from the corner of Zhang Jinghui's mouth, and said with a smile: "Let's eat roasted rabbit in the afternoon, it tastes even more delicious."
Zhang Jinghui was stunned on the spot. She had lived for so many years. Except for her mother who had been dead for many years, no one had ever wiped the rice and grease stains from the corners of her mouth. However, today, when a strange man she had known for only a day wiped her mouth, she did not refuse. She still felt in her heart. There is a hint of warmth, isn't it? . .
He shook his head and instantly threw away the ridiculous thoughts in his mind. What kind of family he was from and he had seen countless outstanding young heroes. How could this be possible?
After being briefly absent-minded, Zhang Jinghui also lowered her head to eat the chicken when no one looked at her, and looked at Wang Busheng with a different look.
Wang Bu died so much that he didn't think anything of it, so he still ate the chicken in his hand.
Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat.
The mountain peaks in the distance were slowly covered by mist, and the rain was still falling as always, with no intention of stopping. Wang Busheng picked up some more branches and leaves. There was no shortage of these things in the mountains, so he had an inexhaustible supply of them. They all set up on the den,
Wang Bushui seemed to have thought of something and asked everyone to come over and warm themselves by the fire.
Everyone was soaked in the rain last night and had no chance to change clothes. They were all wet, but everyone did not refuse and sat around the fire to bake.
Wang Busheng stood outside, leaving space for everyone. Zhang Jinghui sat down opposite Wang Busheng, as if she was thinking about something and said nothing. Qian Shi was probably because of the painful memory of last night, so she didn't speak much. , just sitting quietly, looking at Wang Busheng for a while, and looking at Beauty Zhang and his little sister for a while.
Qian Duoduo, on the other hand, was innocent and not worried about the current environment. He asked curious questions about everything that Wang Busheng had experienced since he was a child. Wang Bu was still very happy at first. He had no one to chat with since he was a child. He did have a dog, but it had gone to Western Paradise. But later on, Qian Duoduo's questions became more and more tricky and sensitive, even regarding Wang Busui's privacy. Wang Busui lost interest and ended the topic hastily.
The three of them were very interested. After all, they had only read about life in the mountains in books, not even on TV. After all, the people in the mountains had made no contribution to the country, and they had also lowered the GDP of the Ming Empire. It can be said that they are dispensable. The Ming Empire did not erase these people and treat them as refugees. It was really a great act of kindness and benevolence. Of course, it won't be played on TV, and no one likes to watch it. Everyone in the world is interested in profit, and everyone in the world is clamoring for benefit. No one is willing to do anything without profit.
Suddenly Wang Bushi pulled over more money and whispered: "Lend me your mobile phone to play with."
"Why do you want to lend me your mobile phone?" I was not happy with the money, but it was all my own selfies. What should I do if I lost it?
"It's nothing important. I just want to see what the big star Zhang Jingjun looks like. I've been listening to her songs for so long and I still don't know what she looks like." Wang Bushit said with a smile, his face full of expectations.
The mobile phone is like your own woman, how can you give it to others to play with, and it is still a man, but for the sake of saving yourself, the woman can also give it to the other person, Qian Duo said decisively: "No problem, we Let’s enjoy my selfie for a while.”
Well, okay, it’s not just women who are narcissistic, but men too.
Zhang Jinghui seemed to have thought of something, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she shouted: "I have a way out of here, we can call for help."
It was like a bolt from the blue that struck these pigs in the head. The most primitive function of a mobile phone is making calls, and all other functions are its derivatives.
Even if he had more money, he would be slapped on the head; "Yes, why didn't I think of that?"
What he didn't expect was not only more money, but also everyone, including Zhang Jinghui, a senior travel friend.
Zhang Jinghui has never encountered such a thing, and since Wang Busui joined, it seems that the backbone of the team has been replaced by Wang Busei. The same is true for herself. She is just a auxiliary presence, which has eliminated some problems. He didn't think about the mobile phone either, but Wang Busheng had only seen the mobile phone, so he naturally ignored the problem. Fortunately, the attraction of big star Zhang Jingjun is there.
Qian Duoduo took out his mobile phone, but was stunned. He looked at everyone and said with a bitter smile: "The mobile phone has been damaged by water and cannot be turned on."
Wang Busheng looked frustrated, seeing clearly for the first time that the opportunity for a big star was lost. Dissatisfied: "What kind of crappy phone do you have? It's an upgraded version of the second generation of Ming Dynasty. It's all lies about three defenses. It's not even as good as the genuine antique phone in our village."
Well, there is more money than can be explained. He really wants to tell Wang Bushit that his mobile phone can buy thousands of that crap like yours. Just think about it, he was afraid of scaring Wang Bu to death.
Qian Duoduo and Zhang Jinghui also took out their mobile phones. They had the same problem. Everyone's mobile phones were soaked in water and could not be turned on.
A mobile phone that cannot be turned on is worse than a brick. Hopes of rescue were dashed and everyone was dejected. Wang Budie didn't think anything of it. This is quite good, the river is flowing under my feet, the drizzle is lapping at my face, and I am eating a chicken leg in my hand, which is a different mood. I just didn't see the big star Zhang Jingjun, so I felt a little frustrated.
Wang Busui leaned more on Qian Qianqiu, and asked with a smile, "Young handsome boy, tell me, what does Zhang Jingjun look like?"
As a saying goes, he is a handsome boy who has more money, but he seems to be a year or two older than him. But handsome guy still sounded good, so he explained: "Zhang Jingjun, you are very beautiful."
"Be specific," Wang Budie looked at the money eagerly.
Seeing the look in Wang Bu's eyes, Qian Chang moved back inadvertently, and then explained: "Well, I don't know how to say it, you just know it's beautiful."
"You can't be specific, such as whether you have single eyelids or double eyelids, whether you have an oval face or an oval face, including your height, weight and body measurements." Wang BuShi asked. What Wang BuShi was most concerned about was the last point. After all, it was related to whether his children could have enough to eat.
Qian Duoduo's head was full of black threads. For such specifics, he could only ask Zhang Jingjun himself, and Zhang Jinghui was present. Qian Duoduo decisively shook his head: "I can't tell."
When the little Loli heard this, she raised her hands and shouted: "I know, I know, she has double eyelids, an oval face, and her height is about the same as the immortal brother."
Oh my god, you have long legs. Wang Busheng likes them very much.
"As for measurements, what are measurements?" Qian Duoduo asked like a good student studying.
"Hip, waist, and bust," Wang Bushit replied.
Qian Duoduo thought for a while, pointed at Zhang Jinghui and said, "Just like Sister Jinghui."
Then the eyes of the two men turned to Zhang Jinghui. Fortunately, Zhang Jinghui was on guard when she heard Qian Duoduo's words. She covered her chest with her arms and said coquettishly: "Duoduo, don't talk nonsense."
