In this life, when Zhao Jun and Xu Changlin went into the mountains to hunt lynx, they stayed in Xing San's cellar. I remember one night when the two old men were drinking, Xu Changlin said personally that he had the experience of hunting lynx.

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But the next morning, Zhao Jun asked Xu Changlin who he was, but Xu Changlin insisted that it was just drinking talk, and then kept silent about the hanging sheep.

Now, hearing Mr. Yang mention the hanging sheep again, Zhao Jun looked at the turbid wine in the bowl through the dim light of the kerosene lamp, and couldn't help but think of another legend.

"Uncle!" Zhao Jun looked at Old Yangtou and asked eagerly: "Is this wine soaked in hanging sheep blood?"

Lao Yang nodded and smiled without saying a word.

"Where did it happen?" Zhao Jun asked hurriedly.

The old man raised his chin and said to Zhao Jun: "You drink it, and I will tell you later."

When Zhao Jun heard this, he picked up his bowl and drank the wine in one gulp.

The wine enters the mouth, goes down the throat, and reaches the stomach, feeling a burst of heat. In an instant, the heat splits into four strands and goes straight to the limbs.

In an instant, Zhao Jun felt warm and comfortable all over his body. Then, he felt a lightness on his shoulders, back, and lower back, and the fatigue of the afternoon's work was swept away in an instant.

Zhao Jun put the bowl aside casually, turned to the old man with a surprised look on his face, and asked: "Uncle, this wine?"

"Isn't it awesome?" Lao Yangtou asked with a smile.

Zhao Jun and Zhang Xuefeng nodded simultaneously.

"Hahaha..." Old Yang pointed to the washbasin in the corner and said with a smile: "Wash your hands and help me make dumplings."

"Hey!"

Zhao Jun and Zhang Xuefeng responded in unison and hurriedly got off the kang.

The moment their feet landed on the ground, the two looked at each other in surprise. When they came back from outside just now, their legs seemed to be filled with lead.

But now, with both knees down, there is no trace of heaviness anymore. Instead, they feel light and airy, as if they are not my own legs. When I walk, I feel like I am stepping on the clouds.

After washing his hands, Zhao Jun got on the kang and sat on the kang. Zhang Xuefeng sat down on the edge of the kang, facing Old Yang's head.

Lao Yangtou rolls out the dough, while Zhao Jun and Zhang Xuefeng make dumplings.

When these two boys were at home, they had people waiting on them, and they were both clumsy at making dumplings. Old Yang rolled out the dumplings by himself, and it was more than enough for them both to make.

While making dumplings, Zhao Jun asked Lao Yangtou, "Uncle, I remember you don't hunt, why do you still have hanging sheep blood?"

Lao Yangtou kneaded the skin with one hand and rolled the rolling pin with the other. He looked up at Zhao Jun and said, "There is a Song Lao Wai in your village. Do you know that?"

"Song Laowai?" Zhao Jun frowned. He had never seen this old man in Yong'an Tun since his rebirth. But he had an impression of this nickname.

Because Song Lao Wai has a disease, a crooked neck disease. The left side of his face is always close to his left shoulder and head, and he cannot leave.

Zhao Jun thought for a while and asked Lao Yangtou: "Uncle, is this Song Laowai Song Tiemin's uncle?"

"That's right!" Old Yang pursed his lips and said with a smile: "His old uncle is now lying under the bluestone, with an old man named Xu, and the two of them are on the ground."

"Bluestone Lazi..." Zhao Jun knew that this place that Old Yang Tougang just mentioned was surrounded by jumping stone ponds, and there were so many bluestones in the jumping stone pond that it was called Bluestone Lazi.

Old Yangtou said again: "Both old men have their own special skills. That old man Xu specializes in fragrant deer traps, one for each spoon. And that old man Song specializes in catching hanging sheep."
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At this point, Lao Yang threw the rolled-out dumpling wrapper in front of Zhang Xuefeng, then raised his free hand, stretched out two fingers to Zhao Jun, and said: "He just beats a hanging sheep all year round, at most

Two. He won’t be able to spend the money from selling a hanging sheep in ten years."

"Really?" Zhang Xuefeng picked up the dumpling wrapper in one hand and the flat spoon in the other hand, but did not remove the dumpling filling. He only looked at Old Yangtou in surprise and asked, "How much can that thing cost?"

Huh?"

Zhao Jun raised his elbow and lightly slapped Zhang Xuefeng, and then he asked Old Yangtou: "Uncle, I heard from my grandma that my father once chased a hanging sheep, but that thing couldn't catch up at all. And you said that?

As long as the thing is as big as a fingernail, it can jump out. How can it catch it?"

While talking, Lao Yangtou had finished rolling out the last dumpling wrapper. He put the stuffing on the dumpling wrapper, then closed the two sides of the wrapper, pressed it with both hands, and then said to Zhao Jun: "Pick up the pole!"<
Chapter completed!