Jiang Tang picked up the pheasant from which he had plucked half of its feathers and continued where he had just left off.
"Look at Xiaobao's ankles, they are carefully wrapped with cloth strips, leaving no space between the trouser legs and the shoes, to prevent him from accidentally stepping on hibernating venomous snakes and getting bitten by them. He is so careful at such a young age, do you think I should praise him?"
Everyone looked at each other, then looked at their own empty trouser legs, wondering if they should find some cloth strips to wrap them up.
"Uncle Tang, why didn't you remind us when we went up the mountain so that we could wrap our feet." A villager said with a wry smile. Where can we find the cloth strips now?
"Do I need to say this? Didn't I teach you when you were little? Aren't you stupid? Xiaobao is so young but he still remembers it clearly. You adults can't compare to him. Dahai, do you have any objection to what I said just now?"
Jiang Dahai touched his head. He was also the one who forgot to wrap the cloth strip around his head. But since it was his son who was being praised, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.
Jiang Tang plucked the pheasant, cleaned out its internal organs, and handed them to the person who had just spoken, asking him to wash them in the small spring next to him.
The camp where they were stationed was right next to a spring. The spring was alive and the source of the small river in the village was right here.
"Don't worry, you don't have to be afraid of a few poisonous snakes with me around." Jiang Tang sneered and looked at the younger generation who didn't have their ankles bound: "I have prepared the strips of cloth for you a long time ago, because I knew you would definitely not remember what I said before."
Jiang Tang opened the bag he had brought with him and took out a bundle of cloth strips and handed them to them. They were all taken from old clothes, and some of them still had traces of being patched.
No one objected, and they all took the cloth strips and wrapped them tightly around their ankles.
"Xiaobao, tell us how you found our location." Jiang Tang felt that the blow to those people was not enough, so he asked Jiang Yilu.
Jiang Yilu understood at this time that the old man was taking the opportunity to educate the villagers, so he recounted his experience without any exaggeration.
"Look, Xiaobao is so young, but he knows how to tell where we are by looking at the crushed leaves, the smooth cuts on the branches, and the crushed bushes. Tell me, should I praise him?"
Jiang Tang looked straight at Jiang Dahai and said, "My nephew, your son is smart and will definitely have a bright future. You must teach him well." Then he turned to Jiang Yilu and said, "But, he may be smart, but if he relies on this to do something like today, it will not be good. Xiaobao, you understand what I mean."
Jiang Yiliu fell into deep thought. Jiang Tang grinned, "Okay, we'll talk about the lesson when we get back. Today is our first day in the mountains. Let the old man make a good meal for everyone today."
Jiang Tang clapped his hands, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.
You know, during the time they went up the mountain to hunt wild boars, they could hunt all the wild animals they encountered, such as pheasants and rabbits. At noon, they were busy on the road, so they only ate some dry food to fill their stomachs. What they were really waiting for was the big dinner in the evening.
"You're lucky, kid. You come up the mountain with us today. You can't eat the food in this pot anywhere else." When he said this, Mo Dashuan couldn't help laughing and pointed at the iron pot in front of him.
Jiang Yilu's heavy mood eased a little, and he suddenly became curious about what was cooking in the pot. He was attracted here just now by the smell.
Jiang Tang lifted the lid of the pot, and a cloud of hot steam came out, carrying with it an unknown aroma of meat and mushrooms. Everyone present had not tasted meat for a long time, and they couldn't help swallowing.
Jiang Yilu moved closer to the pot and looked inside.
The soup in the pot has been cooking for a long time, but it is still as clear as water. The meat cut into small pieces rolls in the boiling soup, and the mushrooms absorb the soup and float in the soup pot.
"What kind of meat is this?" Jiang Yilu asked curiously. He had never smelled broth with this flavor before.
Jiang Tang smiled mysteriously: "Dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground, this is the famous Flying Dragon Soup, which was a treasure presented to the emperor in the early years."
"Flying Dragon Soup!" Jiang Yilu exclaimed. Isn't that hazel grouse? He has never tasted hazel grouse. After all, in later generations, hazel grouse has become a national first-class protected animal. Although hazel grouse farming appeared later, she had gone to the United States. Feilong Soup has always existed only in his memory.
But since when did the hazel grouse become a protected animal? Jiang Yilu looked at Uncle Dawu standing next to him, and asked him to stare at the pot of Feilong soup as well. He heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that the hazel grouse should still be edible now.
"Okay, the soup is almost cooked. Bring the bowls over and everyone can have a bowl to warm their stomachs." Jiang Tang stirred the soup with an iron spoon, nodded, sprinkled a handful of salt into it, and said to everyone.
As soon as Jiang Tang spoke, the whole audience cheered and handed over their soup bowls to Jiang Tang. Jiang Yilu didn't have a bowl, but luckily Captain Mo brought an extra one just in case, so he gave that bowl to him.
Jiang Yilu had the most meat in his bowl, and even the soup filled the entire bowl.
"This is your reward. I have already given it to you. If your grandfather beats you when you go back, I will not care."
This hazel grouse was caught by Jiang Tang. No one objected to his distribution. They held the soup bowls in their hands, took out the steamed buns they brought from the mountain, put the hard buns into the soup to soften them, and began to eat them.
"It's delicious, so delicious. How come the flying dragon meat is so tender? Let's catch more tomorrow and bring it back for the villagers to taste."
Everyone responded. They were eating delicious food in the mountains, while those who stayed in the village had to eat corn porridge and roasted sweet potatoes every day. Just thinking about it made them feel uncomfortable.
"Don't worry, we'll catch more wild boars and bring them back so that everyone in the village will have meat to eat." Mo Dashuan took the opportunity to boost everyone's morale.
After listening to Mo Dashuan's explanation, everyone felt that it made sense and started eating the steamed buns in the bowls in big mouthfuls. Only after eating a full stomach would they have the energy to go hunting.
"What a waste of food." Jiang Tang looked at how they ate and shook his head. Jiang Yilu noticed that he served himself a bowl and kept the rest of the pot with a lid. It should be for Uncle Dashan and the others. I wonder if they have found the ladle yet.
"Eat more. You must be tired after climbing the mountain for so long. You didn't have lunch either." Jiang Dahai had just been complaining about his son, but now he felt distressed and picked up the hazel hen meat from his own bowl and put it into his son's bowl.
"No, this is enough for me." Jiang Yilu moved the bowl away and did not accept the hazel hen meat that Jiang Dahai passed to him.
"Oh, okay, Dad will eat it himself. If you don't have enough, you must tell Dad." Jiang Dahai felt that his son was filial. Other children's eyes turned green when they saw the meat, but his own son still knew to consider him. When Jiang Dahai thought about it, all his anger disappeared.
Jiang Yilu picked up a piece of the famous hazel pheasant meat. The meat was snow-white and delicate. It was extremely tender and fresh when he put it in his mouth, with a hint of mushroom fragrance. Although only a little salt was added as seasoning, it was so delicious that people wanted to swallow their tongue.
Jiang Yilu swallowed the hazel roe meat in his mouth and took another sip of the Feilong soup. A mellow aroma burst out in his mouth. He couldn't help but widen his eyes, feeling the fresh fragrance lingering on his lips and teeth. He swallowed the soup into his throat. The aftertaste of the Feilong soup still lingered in his mouth for a long time, refusing to dissipate.
Jiang Yiliu looked at the plain-looking soup in the bowl and finally understood why people praised it so much. At this time, he looked at the people who were soaking in the soup with steamed buns, and the old man's words about wasting natural resources really made sense.
"It tastes good, right? Today I'll let you drink the famous Feilong Soup. Tomorrow there will be something good waiting for you. Our Daqing Mountain is a great place, but unfortunately-"
When Jiang Tang talked about his hunting skills, he couldn't help but raise his chin with some pride. Unfortunately, his skills were of almost no use now. He had to guard this treasure mountain and look at the wild animals all over the mountain, but he couldn't touch them at all. He felt depressed just thinking about it.
Jiang Tang sighed, and then a glimmer of fire flashed in his eyes. What, this is a rare opportunity to go into the mountains, I must eat him to my heart's content.
After hearing what the old man said, Jiang Yilu became even more excited for the days to come.
A bowl of Feilong soup was quickly finished even if you ate it carefully. At this time, the pheasant roasted on the fire began to emit bursts of meaty aroma. The skin of the pheasant had been roasted golden and crispy, and fat would occasionally slide from the pheasant and flow into the fire, making a crackling sound, and the aroma became more obvious.
Jiang Tang took out a jar from his cloth bag, which contained the sauce he prepared himself, took out a brush, dipped it in the sauce and brushed it on the surface of the roasted chicken. A sweet and slightly sour aroma instantly filled the air.
Jiang Yilu swallowed, touched his bloated stomach, and felt that he could still eat a little more.
"Dad, Captain Mo, we are back."
When everyone heard the noise, they turned around and saw that the person who had just been gone for an hour or two was actually back. Could it be that he had found someone?
"Before we even reached the mountainside, we saw the second and third brothers who came up the mountain to look for Xiaobao. They said Guangpiao had already been scared and came down the mountain, but Tiezhu forgot that Xiaobao had come up the mountain to look for Guangpiao. When it was time for lunch, the second aunt discovered that Xiaobao was not at home, and then everyone knew the whole story."
Jiang Dashan said with a smile that he was relieved that his son was fine.
"We came back as soon as we got the news. I've already told my second brother and his family that Xiaobao is with us. I asked them to hurry down the mountain before it gets dark to report to my second uncle and aunt that he's safe."
"It's good that you're okay, it's good that you're okay." Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. Jiang Yilu's heart was also at peace.
"You kid, the people down the mountain are going crazy looking for you, don't be so reckless next time. I won't let Guangpiao go either, I'll beat him to death when I get back."
Jiang Dashan patted Jiang Yilu's head and warned him.
Jiang Yilu smiled bitterly. It turned out that Tiezhu had forgotten that he went up the mountain to find Guangpiao. No wonder no one had gone up the mountain. He only remembered that he was now a fake five-year-old child, but forgot that Tiezhu was a real five-year-old baby. How could he be reliable to ask him to pass on the message? He should have greeted his second uncle loudly at that time.
However, Jiang Yiliu knew that he still had some grudges against that family, so how could he take the initiative to talk to his second uncle? Didn't he really think of this at the time? He was just too conceited.
Jiang Yilu patted his head and repeated to himself several times, I am five years old, I am still a five-year-old child. From today on, he must remember this iron rule.
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