"Uncle Niu, what smells so good? I can smell it from so far away. My kid is crying with greed."
"What is this? Yes, malted milk with sugar." Uncle Niu poured the yellowish-brown malted milk into the large teacup little by little.
He said without turning his head.
"What's wrong, Uncle Niu? You're almost dying! You can't even drink this precious stuff."
Neighbor Er Gouzi widened his eyes when he heard this.
"Get lost, I won't die even if you die, I'm so greedy for you, with your mouth, you'll get into trouble sooner or later."
Uncle Niu glared at Ergouzi, and then saw the children behind Ergouzi.
His complexion improved a lot then. He brought all the children to his side, made a cup of malted milk in a large bowl, and let the seven or eight little kids drink it together.
Malted milk is a rare commodity in this era and a truly top-tier nutritional supplement. At that time, Lu Xinghe gave that box of malted milk to Lu's mother.
But Cao Guiye secretly drank most of the can.
Just to drink malted milk, Cao Guiye would rather skip school and come to the brigade.
In the late 1980s, the price of malted milk became much cheaper due to the impact of reform.
Even though the difference is only a penny, the price is still prohibitive for most people.
Seeing my own children drinking malted milk.
Er Gouzi laughed awkwardly a few times, then, together with the nearby neighbors, he grabbed the stick and asked curiously.
"Uncle Niu, why do you want to get such a precious thing? You don't even need to eat."
"Yes, Uncle Niu, you have recovered from your illness, so you have already made a big pot of tea. You can't drink it all by yourself, so please share some with us."
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Malted milk doesn't dissolve very well, so Uncle Niu first adds warm water to the malted milk in a teacup, shakes it to make it soak, and then pours it into a large basin.
The smell almost spread throughout the street.
Just tell me how big this basin should be.
"Nothing, I didn't buy it. It was Xiao Lu from the team. He wanted to get that Xiong Ba and use this thing to catch bears."
Neighbor:? ? ? ? ?
No, I was just too greedy for malted milk.
What did you just hear?
Why don't you drink this precious thing yourself and go fishing for a bear?
I can understand these words when they are separated, but why can't I understand them when they are put together?
I've heard of fishing, fishing for riches.
The bear is not in the river, how can we fish for it?
But everyone knows that Lu Xinghe is Uncle Niu's apprentice and the top hunter of the two.
Since they say they can hook the bear, they can definitely get the bear into the river and make the fish hook fall out.
"Uncle Niu, give me a box of malted milk! My eldest brother asked me to get it. Hehe, you all look like you have never seen the world. No matter how delicious this stuff tastes, it is not as delicious as real milk."
Just when everyone was discussing, Wang Dai rushed over.
After saying hello to Uncle Niu, he ran into the house, picked up two boxes of malted milk, and hurried towards the house of "Watermelon Lady".
Inside the house, more than a dozen boxes of malted milk were placed at the door.
Wang Dai didn't have time to close the door.
All the goods were seen by the villagers.
Confused.
This time I was really confused.
A box of malted milk is half a month's living cost for an average person.
These more than ten boxes are all for fishing bears.
It must have been a big battle.
No one dared to speak at this moment, as if the slightest breeze from their words could blow away the malted milk.
Wang Daiba walked for less than half an hour.
Lu Xinghe grabbed her ears and carried her back.
"You bastard, I asked you to help Uncle Niu, but where have you been? This time, the Bear Hunter didn't even have a chance against you.
Next time I catch you doing that, I'll change your name!"
Lu Xinghe was very angry, so he went to the militia to check on Xiong Ba's situation.
Wang Daiba actually went to drink milk again.
This bastard even stole two cans of malted milk.
"I know, brother. I didn't do anything. I just drank milk. I was there to help. She said she was bloated."
"Two cans of malted milk and you drank one bottle of milk. You might as well do something else."
Lu Xinghe was speechless for a while, greeted the neighbors nearby with a smile, walked into the yard and started to get busy.
Uncle Niu works carefully.
Soak malted milk in a teacup.
Lu Xinghe is much more bold and unrestrained.
He went straight to the shed, took out an iron bucket, and poured a large can of malted milk into it.
Then he put a lot of sugar and honey in it.
Take the wooden stick and start stirring.
It's true. I've seen people waste things, but I've never seen people waste things like this.
Malted milk, sugar, honey, those are all serious good things.
Just this big bucket, they are willing to spend a month's wages to buy it.
The hot steam from the warm water filled the entire forest.
Gradually, the whole forest was surrounded by the aroma of milk.
One bucket, two buckets, three buckets.
Soak malted milk in warm water and put it outside to cool down and freeze it until there are ice chips inside.
Gently place the blade in the malted milk.
This will allow the blade to be evenly distributed throughout the malted milk ice cubes.
"Brother, can this thing hunt bear tyrants? I heard from my sister that even bullets can't kill it. These days, their militia has been patrolling 24 hours a day, for fear that the bear tyrants will run to our side."
"Don't worry, it must still be there. Besides, this thing can't kill Xiong Ba, but it will torture him."
Lu Xinghe clapped his hands, looked at the three buckets and a basin of malted milk, and continued to explain: "Bears are disturbed during hibernation, and their bodies are injured, so they are very lacking in nutrition.
At this time, we can do this to attract them. It would be best if we put a few wild rabbits on top.
In this way, Xiong Ba ate the hare while licking the malted milk and ice cubes.
The blade cut the tongue, neutralizing the smell of the rabbit's blood.
The sweetness of malted milk and honey will make him unable to stop.
The more blood it bleeds, the weaker it will become.
When it finds out, we will lead Lai Fu and the others up."
Lu Xinghe briefly explained the ancient method of hunting bears.
In fact, this is also a modified version. At the time when Uncle Niu and his colleagues used it, it was not malted milk, but real blood.
Pig blood, chicken, duck or goose blood are all fine.
Sometimes it even smears human blood.
Malted milk was also invented by hunters as the times progressed.
Of course, Lu Xinghe secretly added anesthetics without telling Wang Daiba.
Everyone nearby was lying there with their ears perked up, drooling, and eavesdropping on their neighbors.
Things like anesthetics always make people think of something else.
It was the anesthetic that was added so that the bear could not feel its tongue being cut.
It will also accelerate Xiong Ba's entry into a weak period.
"A wild rabbit? Catching that thing is easy. You stay here and watch over the malted milk. I'll go back on my motorcycle and take Lai Fu to catch it."
After Wang Daiba finished speaking, he was about to get on the motorcycle.
However, the big guy was lifted into the air by Lu Xinghe the moment he raised his leg.
Letting Wang take him for a motorcycle ride is no different from sending a naked woman into his bed.
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