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After chatting for a while, the old aunt brought the dishes. We hunted a lot of prey today, and all the dishes were mainly rabbit or chicken. The first one was a pot of pheasant stewed with mushrooms, and I chose two relatively tender ones.

The chickens and mushrooms were cultivated by the village chief himself, as well as wild mushrooms and shiitake mushrooms from the mountains. The two chickens were stewed in a large pot and the aroma was full of aroma. After talking for so long, everyone was already hungry, and some people had hungry stomachs.

He grunted a few times unsatisfactorily. When the village chief started to move, they were all big bosses in the village. No one was polite. He threw away his chopsticks and compared them one by one. In a moment, a large bowl was filled into everyone's stomach.

Zhang Taiping just asked Wang Peng to buy ten kilograms of bulk Laobaigan, and now he has time to serve some to everyone. There are not so many wine glasses in the room, so it is informal. Everyone has a bowl.

Fill up a bowl first, you can add as much or as little as you like, but this bowl is the minimum. If you drink quickly, you can drink more.

When drinking in the village, no one will cheat, unlike city people who always push back if they are not happy. Here, hey, no one is always willing to spend money to buy wine, and whoever treats guests will be eager to drink more. The bigger the

The more refreshing the bowl, the more fun it is. In the winter, sitting around the fire kang, eating large pieces of meat and drinking wine in a big bowl, insisting on having it, this is the favorite of the villagers.

After one pot was finished, he took the pot away and brought up another pot. This time it was not chicken or rabbit meat, but meat subsidized by the village chief. It was stewed with radish in a pot. There is a saying that radish in winter is better than ginseng, stewed with meat.

Put it together and cook it for a while until it becomes soft. It is nourishing and delicious. It is the most nutritious and oily food at home in winter.

There was no rush this time, everyone drank and ate at the same time. The big jar they bought was quickly filled with half of it. There was no one here who didn't know how to drink, and they were all big drinkers.

A small pot of fried rabbit meat was served one after another. There was a lot of spicy food in it, and it was bright red in color. It made you want to eat it without eating it.

Only Wang Peng, Zhang Taiping and a young man were present here. The others were all in their thirties. When Wang Peng saw the rabbit meat and fried beans on the table, he immediately picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth.

The village chief didn't stop him, but the smile on his face was a little strange.

Sure enough, Wang Peng spit it out as soon as he put it in his mouth and chewed it twice. He opened his mouth and fanned it hard with his hands. The person next to him handed him a bowl of white wine, and he drank it without looking at it. This was incredible.

Washing down the spiciness with soju is like adding fuel to the fire. It is spicy and burning. From the lips to the throat and then to the stomach, it is like a fireball rolling over, burning. The tears and nose will not stop immediately.

The tears flowed down uncontrollably, as if I wanted to cry so sadly.

Wang Peng couldn't stand it anymore, stood up and rushed into the kitchen.

The old aunt saw his appearance and said, "What's wrong with Wang Peng? Why are you crying?"

Wang Peng pointed to his open mouth and gasped loudly, unable to speak. The old aunt realized what was going on and quickly scooped a ladle of water and handed it to him. She drank a few sips of water to relieve the pain.

I drank some more water and took a sip in my mouth. The burning sensation was less obvious now. I washed my face and came out of the kitchen with a sip of water still in my mouth.

When everyone saw Wang Peng taking a bite of this dish, everyone reacted so horribly. Several pairs of chopsticks that had been stretched out were retracted, and they all looked at the old village chief. What's going on?

The old village chief laughed out loud when he saw everyone's reaction. He picked up a piece of bright red rabbit meat with his chopsticks and said, "Did you see this red color? This is not a paint, but the color of chili pepper. This is real

The Chaotian pepper, even though it is so short, is bright red in color and full of spiciness. It is what we call here 'spicy to death without paying for it'. People who can't eat spicy food should not use chopsticks, haha, otherwise they will

But Wang Peng is so impatient."

Hearing this, some people felt relieved and took a chopstick and carefully put it in their mouths to taste it. Some people felt like putting down their chopsticks. Zhang Taiping added a chopstick and put it in his mouth. It was indeed spicy.

But Zhang Taiping likes spicy food, so naturally the spicier the better.

Everyone who eats spicy food has their noses sweating, and after drinking white wine, their stomachs are burning like a fire. It is really a supreme enjoyment in this winter. People who don’t eat spicy food can only watch and eat.

The spicy man was feasting and wanted to try some chopsticks, but Wang Peng's lessons were too scary, so he could only drink.

After Wang Peng came out of the kitchen, he had a mouthful of water in his mouth. He stopped eating or drinking, and sat aside to calm down.

Then the old aunt brought over a pot of rabbit boiled with two tea leaves, and a large bowl of mashed garlic and soy, vinegar and spicy sauce. She didn't need to use chopsticks, she just tore off a piece with her hands and dipped it in the mashed garlic and juice to eat. It was not greasy at all.

It can also whet people's appetite and has a unique flavor.

Zhang Taiping tore two pieces, then stopped and asked the village chief: "What happened to the pepper just now?"

"That pepper, I planted some peppers a few years ago. I didn't expect that two of them were different from the others. They were not the common string peppers here, but a short sharp corner, but don't look at the spicy taste.

But I didn't say, I just saved some seeds from these two trees. In the past few years, I have planted some and collected some seeds every year when planting spicy peppers. What, the commander wants to plant some too? I'll give you some later.

That’s the seed.”

Zhang Taiping nodded: "I do want to grow some, and this is also a business opportunity."

Everyone is now a little sensitive to Zhang Taiping's method of making money. When they heard this statement, they stopped what they were doing and listened carefully. No matter whether it can really make money, just listen first. After listening, it will always be.

There is no harm.

The old village chief was stunned for a moment, and then said happily: "Now, let's talk about some business opportunities."

"We just pay it back in the mountains. There are too many fakes in the city now. I believe you have all encountered them in the town. The hot peppers sold are all mixed with things. Anyway, they are either wheat husks or corn husks. Like this

Real high-quality chili peppers that are both spicy and colorful are very valuable and can be sold for dozens or even hundreds of yuan per pound. Moreover, chili peppers are suitable for planting in arid sandy soil, which is suitable for us here."

Everyone was thinking about the feasibility of this statement. At this time, the old aunt brought in a pot of chickens and rabbits, smiled and cursed: "We are talking about this again, and we can't even eat at peace."

The old village chief replied: "Go, go, what do you, an old woman, know?" Then he raised his wine bowl and said, "Come and have a drink, it's more or less casual. It seems that there are business opportunities everywhere, as long as you dare to do it, you can

Make money." Everyone picked up their bowls and walked away.

Then he was attracted by the aroma in the basin. "It's smoked!" Wang Laoqiang shouted, and he grabbed it without ceremony.

It turned out that what was in the basin was Old Man Qian's specialty "smoked chicken". He said that Old Man Qian had been out for a while, and it turned out that he was busy working in the kitchen.

Old Man Qian's "smoked chicken" is famous in the village. First, pour half a pot of water into the pot and put the ingredients in it. There are peppercorns, ginger, and various flavors of thirteen spices, which will become a

Make a pot of soup, then put rice and slightly better tea leaves in it. Then place the processed pheasant and rabbit on a wooden plate, sit on top of the soup, cover the pot, and grill under the pot over high heat. Use a knife to cut the meat from time to time.

Make a few cuts on the thick part to allow the steam smell to enter.

The aroma was tempting, and even though they had almost eaten, everyone still couldn't help but start eating and fighting over it. Ten kilograms of food was finished in a short time, and everyone was still unsatisfied.

Old man Qian went over to pour the wine, but only a few drops came out: "Good guy, I drank it so quickly and it's gone." Then he turned to the old village chief and said: "Old Wang, there's no more wine. Go get the few jars of wine you have collected.

Come out and stop hiding it."

The old village chief said with a bitter face: "You are just thinking about my jars of treasures, and you won't stop until you drink them all." Even though he said that, he still got up and walked towards the backyard. There is a cellar in the backyard.

Warm in winter and cool in summer, it is a good place to store things. Potatoes and red potatoes that are not resistant to freezing are placed here. The temperature inside will neither freeze nor reach the temperature for budding. They can be stored until next spring. Village

The long wine is stored in this cellar. There are many families in the village who have this kind of cellar. Zhang Taiping also has one in his house, but he has not been down there for several years and has not put anything in it.

Wang Gui also followed him out, but he wanted to go down to the cellar to bring the jar up from below.

He brought it up and patted open the mud seal on it, and opened the kraft paper sealing the opening. A strong aroma of wine overflowed, seducing the wine worms in their stomachs, and making people couldn't help but sniff. Zhang

Taiping is also a good wine. It is rare for such a good wine with such a strong aroma that I couldn't help it. I sniffed hard and showed an intoxicated expression on my face.

Wang Gui picked up the wine jar and poured a bowl for everyone. Even Wang Peng, who had never drank again, got a bowl. He picked up the wine bowl, shook it slightly, and inhaled the diffused alcohol odor through his nose, and suddenly felt that his heart was full.

It was a wake-up call, and after taking a long breath, my mind was clear.

You can't drink good wine, you have to taste it slowly, otherwise you will be like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit and drinking it down without even tasting the taste. Take a sip, and the dark red and translucent liquid rolls down your throat. It is made from wild ginseng fruit in the mountains.

The fruit wine brewed from the fruit is not strong in nature, long and continuous, and has a faint sweet fruity taste. Swallow it, and you will be left with a fragrant taste in your mouth and endless aftertaste!

After Zhang Taiping took a sip, he poured the remaining half of the bowl into his mouth, and then quickly poured the second bowl. Unexpectedly, old man Qian was already drinking the second bowl, smiling like a fox. As expected, Jiang

It's still spicy as always. It takes a short time to savor the second bowl. There are many people, so two bowls per person is definitely not enough. So if you drink quickly, you can drink one more bowl, and if you drink slowly, you can only drink one.

Bowl.

Zhang Taiping savored the second bowl carefully, and couldn't help but sigh that the home-brewed one had a good taste. It seemed that it was time to brew more.