Stylistic road

When Zhang Jian went back the next day, it was called a piss, and he didn't know that he was the Olympic rapid-fire champion.

However, Zhang Jianxian still has his reason.

Because only Gao Lei is still the junior brother, he can really accept the ridicule.

All three people in the dormitory have been baptized by women, but he is a bachelor.

Zhu Zhengwu comforted Gao Lei, "Leizi, don't believe him nonsense. The mess between men and women is not interesting. Let me tell you that games and brothers are more important than that."

Talking and looking at Gao Lei sincerely

Gao Lei felt Zhu Zhengwu's sincerity.Nima, why is a man with such beautiful eyes?

Suddenly the chrysanthemum tightened,

"No! What are you doing looking at me like this? I will tell you, even though I don't have a girlfriend now, I will continue to look for a girlfriend. I tell you ha, if you dare to crawl out of bed at night, I will beat you!"

The class is finally about to organize a field outing.

In fact, going to Xiangshan in the late autumn is indeed a good journey, but many students have been there by themselves, and it is meaningless to go again.

Then go to a place farther away, find a place with a farmhouse, barbecue, picnic.

Jingcheng students recommended Fangshan.

The last location chosen is relatively far away, called Donghu Port.In fact, it is the fifteenth crossing, here from the first crossing to the eighteenth crossing.

The name from the north is so urinary, like Qingmu University belongs to Wudaokou, of which there are four roads ahead, three roads, and Liudaokou behind.

This time Chen Mingliang finally did not take Ren Jing.After all, it's a little far away, and there is a limit to showing off love.The main reason is that Ren Jing has some auditions going on recently, and there is no time.

The girls in Chen Mingliang's class were too enthusiastic, and the senior sister called herself old every day.

The squad leader rented a bus, and Senior Brother Lu, the head teacher, also accompanied him. Everyone was very happy. There was a game of eating chicken on the bus.

Of course, this chicken-eating game is not the same as the chicken-eating game shot by later generations.This chicken eating means that I have a chicken, and then I start eating from the first person. Everyone eats a part of the chicken, not the human body.

Everyone can’t eat the same parts. For example, the first person eats chicken heads, the second eats chicken wings, the third eats chicken legs, the fourth eats chicken butt, the fifth eats chicken neck, etc. The more difficult it is afterwards, because there are fewer and fewer parts left on the chicken. When you can’t remember what to eat, you will be punished or perform a show.

Everyone was in high spirits. Chen Mingliang sat on the back side because they ate in order.There is not much left after eating a few.When it was his turn, even chicken gizzards and chicken intestines had been eaten. Chen Mingliang couldn't remember what to eat. Later, he said, eat chicken feathers!.

Yes, chicken feathers are also on chickens.

Just now Zhang Jian was still laughing at Chen Mingliang, but he didn't expect it would be his turn immediately.

But he has eaten everything he can, and he is not easy to admit defeat.Can only say, chicken shit, chicken shit has not been eaten.

Sure enough, it's cruel enough to eat it all!

As a result, the glasses girl would not let Zhang Jian come close all day, you even eat chicken shit, stay away from me, don't kiss me.

Two hours, the bus arrived at the destination.

Donghu Port is in Fangshan National Geological Park, and the scenery is really good.

After a group of people arrived, they felt the breath of nature.

At this time, the development of the scenic spot is not perfect, but the wild beauty is the real beauty.

Qing Mu's students would also find it boring to guard the Old Summer Palace every day.

A group of people climbed the mountain, visited the waterfall, and then took a rest on the Qianma River, ready to have lunch here.They bought seasonings and brought woks, but they didn't buy vegetables.

There is a wild sandy beach in Donghu Port, it is very convenient to put the pot on the spot, and then a few male students go fishing in the river, which is really interesting.

Everyone brings snacks, there is really no staple food, 30 or so of them always have to eat.

Then go to the farm to buy it. Chen Mingliang volunteered and set off with a few classmates.

As a result, there are not many things in the farm, only three or five chickens, and those who lay eggs are not willing to sell them anyway.

Then only rice and noodles were sold to them.

They are all ages that can eat and drink, how can they do without meat.

Chen Mingliang looked at it and found that the farmer had a pig in his house.

"My fellow, can you sell this pig?"

"My pig hasn't grown up yet, it's too young."

"My fellow, if you think about it this way, now that the piggy is more than 3 yuan a catty, your pig will be sold for about 300 catties at most, and you can sell it for about 1,000 yuan. But it's less than 200 catties now, let's just sell it to us, I I will also give you 1,000 yuan, which will be sold as adult pigs, so that you won’t suffer a loss and you will save food."

"There is also this good thing, the fellow immediately agreed and gave them a chicken, some potatoes and some eggs."

Several men came back with a harvest!

A live chicken, a live pig, a few potatoes, half a bag of rice, then green onion, ginger, garlic and chili.

The young pig screamed and was carried to the riverside. This was a pebble area. It had already realized that these young people had no good intentions.

The monitor asked: "Chen Mingliang, if you don't buy meat, how can we eat a pig?"

"Squad leader, it seems that you don't understand me. My family ancestors killed pigs. If we kill pigs, don't we have pork."

"Where to kill?, here?"

Suddenly a few girls in the city said oops, so cruel, and then watched the boys carry the pig away, and they had to follow along.

Without a pig knife, using a kitchen knife is definitely unrealistic. Fortunately, there is a knife for cutting fruits.

Chen Mingliang made a gesture, long enough, it's okay.

There are just a group of them by the river, and they have to kill pigs in the wild to get fresh meat, which is very exciting.

Girls are more onlookers than boys.

The pig's leg was tied, and several classmates who had helped kill sheep at home pressed it. Chen Mingliang symbolically rubbed the fruit knife on the stone twice, pinpointed the place, and scoffed.

Then there is the miserable (≧O≦)~!

The girls immediately blindfolded, peeking from the cracks of their fingers to see the pig blood flowing down.

I forgot to take the pig's blood just now, so I can only follow him to the river.

The pig kicked his legs soon, and I couldn't hold on anymore.

Chen Mingliang's professional skills in killing pigs are still there. He takes stainless steel chopsticks and blows up the pigs on the four pork legs. Because there is no boiling water, the pig hair is definitely not easy to pull, and can only be peeled.

Fortunately, he did skinning pigs.In the past few years, the leather business was very hot. Sheep skins were not enough, and pigs were not plucked at slaughterhouses, but pig skins were peeled off.

The tools were not considered handy, Chen Mingliang still used a kitchen knife to peel the skin and clean the pork belly.

The pig intestines are gone, they are all college students, no one wants to take a sip of water, and then blow the pig feces out at the feces intestines.

The pig intestines were cleaned briefly, cut into sections, and given to the fishing classmates.

With pork, everything is easy.

Some pork belly is cut into large pieces and skewered with willow branches; the tenderloin is fried, and the pork leg is a stew.

A classmate from Urumqi also made that chicken and some potatoes into a large plate of chicken.

The students from Gansu made noodles with flour on the stone.

Each is really talented.

The pigs' heads and feet are all hairy, and they haven't moved, so they are given to the farmer.

Only half of the pork was eaten, and the remaining half was ready to be taken home.

Cut it into several pieces and let the students who live in Beijing take home. After all, they are pigs killed by Olympic champions. Don't be too expensive.