"It's OK, you can handle it. How do you want to eat it?"
The old turtle hasn't had a proper meal since his mother died. He is lucky to have something to eat and he is not picky about anything.
"It doesn't matter how you cook it! I'll eat it all! I'm not picky!"
Lu Qingyang thought of the simplest method - rabbit meat hotpot.
"Let's have a hot pot. I see there are some vegetables in the field. I can pick some and eat them hot."
"Okay, I'll go pick some vegetables!"
While the old turtle was picking vegetables, Lu Qingyang prepared the rabbit meat, chopped it into pieces, boiled it again, and then started to make the soup base.
The base of the pot is also relatively simple, just stir-fry some secret seasonings, add some chili powder and seasonings and you’re done.
Finally put the rabbit meat in and start cooking.
The old turtle came back at this time, "I picked some radishes and cabbages, are these okay?"
"It's all right."
There was a fragrance wafting through the house, and the old turtle was almost stunned by the smell.
"It smells so good, brother, where did you learn this skill?"
"This is inherited from my ancestors. You can't try to find out my craftsmanship!"
Of course, Lao Bie didn't think so. "No, no, I just think it's a waste of your talent to stay in our rural area."
He can hunt, cook, and treat diseases of bean sprouts. Such a talent should not join the Liuxi team. He should come to our forward team.
When I ate the rabbit meat hotpot, I couldn't even utter a word.
"This is life. What kind of life was I living before?"
After that, he poured another glass of orange wine and drank it all in one gulp: "It's great!"
Lu Qingyang was trying to find out the situation here, whether intentionally or unintentionally: "Do you have enough food to eat on weekdays?"
The old turtle didn't think about it and answered: "Sometimes it is enough, sometimes it is not enough. It all depends on whether the mountain god is willing to give it a favor."
He burped and drank another half bowl.
Seeing that the bowl was empty, Lu Qingyang filled it up again: "There's still a lot of rabbit meat left, drink some more."
"Brother, I was prejudiced against you before. I apologize to you. Xiangmei said...you are right, you are indeed a good person."
Seeing this, Lu Qingyang knew that the old turtle was almost drunk.
Then he asked again, "According to the scale of your opposing side, if nothing unexpected happens, apart from the part that is handed over, it is indeed enough for self-sufficiency."
The old turtle was so drunk that his face turned red and his neck became thick: "What? You don't know that the most miserable people are the people at the bottom of our society. I'm telling you...you tell me, don't tell anyone."
He lowered his voice and spoke mysteriously.
"Captain... Captain always likes to falsify the production. It's clear that our production per mu is less than 200 grams, but they insist on doubling it to 400 grams. This... this is too much to report, so we have to hand in... not too much. You think our production team is great and produces a lot of grain every year, but that's just fooling people."
Lu Qingyang wanted to ask a few more questions, but he found that the old turtle had fallen headfirst and was snoring on the table.
The most important thing I wanted to ask already has an answer.
Many people in the forward team looked pale and thin, which must be because they were not full.
Could it be that the people here want to steal the food from the Liuxi team and expand their own granary?
The more Lu Qingyang thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and he remembered that Chen Cai had mentioned that the man was called Old Tang.
Later I inquired around and found out that there was only one person named Tang in the Qianjin Team, and that was our village accountant.
In the past few days, he also took Zidiao to check out the place and found out where Accountant Tang's home was.
The old turtle had already fallen asleep, so Lu Qingyang released the sable in the space: "Can you help me go around the captain and accountant Tang's house to see if there is anything special?"
Several sables followed 놛놅's order and fled in all directions.
The sable first sneaked into Captain 꺶's house, walked around, and then, according to Lu Qingyang's instructions, found a way to get into the cellar.
Only then did they discover that the deep cellar was filled with stored food.
I went to Accountant Tang's house again and saw the same situation.
After returning, he informed Lu Qingyang of the situation.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak.”
Lu Qingyang listened to them describing the problem and had a rough idea in his mind.
In this case, 놛 came up with another dirty trick.
Whatever food these two people wasted must be returned.
By the way, I have to steal the accounts from Accountant Xu so that I have evidence.
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