The four of them came out across the ditch and pond, got on the car, and sent Xing San back to Lengchang. Xing San only ordered four half-and-half chickens, saying that these were enough for him to eat, and Zhao Jun asked Zhao Jun to take the rest home.

Zhao Jun was not polite to Xing San and returned home with the remaining prey. When he got home, it was almost two o'clock.

As soon as the sack fell to the ground outside Zhao Jun's house, the little lynx jumped over and picked up a dead squirrel, but the next second it was grabbed by the back of the neck by Zhao Jun.

When someone lifted it up, the little lynx let go and the squirrel fell from its mouth.

"Do you think you were bitten?" Wang Qiang picked up the squirrel and saw that it was not bitten, but he casually put a hat on the little lynx.

"I'll give you something to eat later." Zhao Jun sent the little lynx back to the west room. The chicken and squirrel were bled, but none of them were disemboweled. The internal organs were pulled out enough for the little lynx to eat for several days.

"Son!" Wang Meilan, who was pouring oil into the pot and preparing to make noodles for the three of them, called to Zhao Jun and said, "Go outside and order some noodles. When you're done, go to the west courtyard to summon your aunt."

There were so many chickens and squirrels waiting to be skinned, so Wang Meilan ordered people to light the beacon tower.

"I'll go!" As soon as Wang Meilan finished speaking, before Zhao Jun could speak, Jie Chen stepped forward and said to Wang Meilan: "Auntie, I will also take care of lighting the beacon tower from now on."

"Ah..." Wang Meilan was startled, and then said: "Okay."

When her own son was around, Wang Meilan felt that it was not good to always give orders to other people's sons, but she couldn't resist someone who took the initiative to ask for help.

Looking at the prey that Zhao Jun and the others had brought back, Wang Meilan was very happy and said: "Son, you have done a good job."

"Yeah!" Zhao Jun said with a smile while holding a tea vat: "Those who put a tree in front of them and said 'wuwu' were startled by those coming from behind."

"Huh?" At this time, Wang Meilan picked up the Shaban Chicken by one paw and said, "Can you stew this thing?"

"Make dumplings!" Wang Qiang made a suggestion and said: "Just like eating a house bird, take out the breast meat and thigh meat, then add green onions and stuffing."

"Then that's not enough." Wang Meilan said: "Pull it down, smoke it after it's stewed, and you can have a drink."

"That's okay." Wang Qiang thought the same thing. Every day for a family of more than 20 people, they chopped the bones and flesh of these eighteen half-roasted chickens, and the dumplings they made were not enough to eat.

"Son." Wang Meilan threw the half-roasted chicken on the ground and said to Zhao Jun: "After you finish your meal later, I will take four of these to Uncle Ma's house."

Zhao Jun responded and suddenly remembered that the day after tomorrow was the 31st, which was Ma Ling's birthday.
Chapter completed!