In Shike Village in 1992, there was no electricity. Every household had lit kerosene lamps, commonly known as "turtle oil". The kerosene lamp was also very simple. It was just a wine bottle filled with kerosene. It was lit by a wick rope.

Zhang Daman simply cleaned up the house, cleaned the dust, opened a dilapidated cupboard that was about to be corroded by insects, and "very erect", and a few fat-headed mice jumped out.

Suddenly he jumped out of the cupboard, scaring Zhang Daman. He avoided the situation sideways and said self-deprecatingly: "Damn it, fortunately, I'm running fast, otherwise it would be the meat on my chopping board."

There are still people who eat rat meat. Although those barbecue stalls say they are voles, there are not so many voles waiting for you to catch them. Many of them are still kept in batches.

Zhang Xiaoman stood aside and said nothing, or he returned to this familiar and strange old house and was in a bad mood, but he couldn't say anything wrong.

I always feel something is wrong. Everything in front of me is very familiar, but it also looks like a scene many years ago, as if it has been sealed in my memory for many years.

Zhang Xiaoman is fragmented, sporadic, or even blank for the memories of his previous life. However, when he touches on some familiar scenes, he always feels something that is indescribable.

Looking at the scene of Zhang Daman cleaning up, he felt more and more that the man named "Dad" in front of him was really reliable, is it really reliable?

"Dad, how long has it been since we got home? Moss has grown in the house!" Zhang Xiaoman asked curiously.

Zhang Daman glanced at the cupboard. In addition to a few porcelain bowls, there was also a small bag of salt, oil, MSG and other seasonings, without any at all. Even the bowls in the cupboard were covered with a layer of dust.

He only remembered that after his wife Luo Yuhong ran away with another man in his previous life, he left home for a while. According to the current situation, it should be the matter after Luo Yuhong ran away with others.

But he really couldn't remember how long he had been away from home and where he went, and his head was covered in dust.

Perhaps it is because of rebirth that many memories of past lives have become very blurred.

He spread his hands at Zhang Xiaoman, "It shouldn't be long!"

Zhang Xiaoman's stomach was "gulp" and making a revolution, "Dad, I'm so hungry, when will I eat chicken?"

Zhang Daman slapped his head, Damn, are you too hungry? I almost forgot that the dirty and messy things in this old house are already unchangeable, so let him do it and solve the stomach problem first.

After searching for it, only the small bag of salt was used as seasoning. He grinned, "Xiaoman, Daddy will let you taste Zhang's salt-baked chicken tonight!"

Zhang Xiaoman had a pair of suspicious eyes, but when he heard about salt-baked chicken, his saliva was almost flowing out. No matter what salt-baked chicken is, it was enough to eat it.

Just a small bag of salt, you can't make any delicious chicken. Zhang Daman also joked about himself. If salt plus chicken is just salt-baked chicken.

I found a cast iron pot covered with black hemp paint and dust, took the well water, washed it, set up a stove, and started boiling water.

He grabbed the big hen that came from Yang Ronghua's house, grabbed the chicken's neck, and used the kitchen knife that had just been sharpened, and a knife was applied to the chicken's neck, and the chicken blood flowed out of the chicken's neck.

The desire to survive defeats everything.

To Zhang Daman, killing a chicken is definitely Xiao K.S. He can even kill someone if he gets angry.

The chicken, whose neck was wiped, had blood flowed away. Her feet struggled a few times, and a few bubbles emerged from the bloody hole and stopped moving.

After the water boils, pluck the hen's feathers, wash, cut it into small pieces, put it in a pot, and stew it.

After a while, the room began to smell the smell of chicken soup, which made the hungry father and son drool.

It is no exaggeration to say that the chicken soup cooked tonight must be the most delicious chicken soup Zhang Daman has ever eaten in his life.

While cooking, I squatted beside the cast iron pot with Zhang Xiaoman, and smelled the fragrance coming out of the pot, which was even more exciting than sucking the fairy air.

The feeling of intoxication was like those addicts who smoked poppy, and they were addicted to smoking and could suddenly take a few puffs.

"Damn, how long will it take to eat?" Zhang Xiaoman's stomach kept rumbling, and Zhang Daman was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.

"It will take a while. This big hen needs to be stewed for a longer time, otherwise it will not be chewed and wasted." Zhang Daman didn't want to waste a little. It would be better to stew the bones of the big hen soft and chew them, which would not be wasted at all.

Finally, it was stewed for about half an hour. Seeing the chicken soup in the pot start to turn a little white, it sprinkled salt. After it tasted better, he picked up the big chicken legs, gave Zhang Xiaoman one, and picked up one himself.

Regardless of whether it is hot or not, the father and son squatted, "hissing... whispering..." while spitting out the heat, while gnawing on the big chicken legs.

In this era, poultry was not fed with feed, and they all ate corn bran, wild vegetables, and the real green, and the real land-based chicken.

The taste is so delicious that even the gods can't eat it. It's so delicious. The tender meat, a little sweet meat, and even the little juice is reluctant to waste. While eating chicken legs, you still have to suck the little juice into your mouth.

"Dada, the chicken legs are so delicious, so delicious!" Zhang Xiaoman smiled innocently.

However, Zhang Daman's eyes were a little wet and felt a little sad. Unexpectedly, for a meal of chicken, she was chased and bitten by the big yellow dog of Yang Ronghua's family. Yang Ronghua scolded his ancestors for the 18th generation. What's this called this? This era of cheating.

The key is that it is only through extraordinary means that you can have the opportunity to eat chicken. Otherwise, it is really like the widow Li Chunhua said, these days, let alone eating chicken, chicken shit is used as farm fertilizer, and even chicken feathers are not enough to be eaten.

After gnawing the chicken legs, the father and son each scooped a bowl of chicken soup, mixed the chicken pieces with chicken soup, and ate the chicken while drinking the hot chicken soup.

This way, I am so hungry that I put my chest on my back, and I will give a bowl of hot chicken soup. It is simply delicious in the world, even more delicious than dragon meat.

"Xiaoman, when you go to school and study hard, you will have chicken legs to eat. Do you understand?" Zhang Daman also gave Zhang Xiaoman a bowl of "spiritual chicken soup". He was a troublemaker and did some unethical things by himself. But Xiaoman is different. He wants to study hard. In this era, knowledge changes destiny, which is not a joke, but a real positive energy chicken soup.

Many poor families have risen from poverty and rely on study.

Especially in poor mountainous areas like Shike Village, studying is one way to get out of the mountains, or in other words, the only way to get out of the mountains.
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