Li Dong kicked Han Xiaohao away and vividly described the scene of himself fighting against the wild boar. Not to mention three thousand words, he finished his heroic performance. Li Dong was still a little unsatisfied.

Huang Xiaotian, Niu Jing, and Liang Xiaoyan were stunned when they heard it. They slowly recalled what Li Dong said that it always felt something was wrong. Why was it a bit like Wu Song fighting a tiger? One knife, one leg, one punch, one pit, one jump, three or five meters, and one rolled two meters away.

"I am a great writer."

Huang Xiaotian sighed, it was indeed extraordinary, bragging like a storyteller.

"Great writer?"

Niu Jing muttered a little, what does it mean?

"Niu Jing, you don't know that Li Dong is a famous writer in our Chicheng."

Huang Xiaotian said with a smile.

"Really, no wonder it was so wonderful." Niu Jingran nodded.

Only Liang Xiaoyan thought Li Dong was too powerful, she was simply a contemporary Wu Song.

Li Dong's description does not have escape at all. Escape does not exist. It is just a tactical detour. Escape by cultural people can be considered escape, but tactical avoidance.

"Brother Dong, come quickly."

"Why are you here?"

"nice one!"

Han Weiguo shouted Li Dong, as if something was wrong. "Let's go and have a look, let's go and have a look at killing pigs."

"What's wrong?"

"Brother Dong, the pig treasure has been released."

Han Weiguo was so excited that he was not only him, but Han Qiang was also amazed. "I have killed a pig for most of my life. The second time I saw this thing was when I was an apprentice more than 20 years ago. I saw it in the slaughterhouse."

"What pig treasure?"

Li Dong muttered that he had heard about Niu Bao, Niu Huang, and Pig Bao.

"You guys are so lucky."

Zhu Bao must be Li Dong, and no one else said anything. Li Dong took the black ball of things he handed over, and it was so fluffy and stubborn. "Uncle Guoqiang, are you right? This ball of unedigested pig hair?"

"What pig treasure, pig treasure."

South Korea is so proud. "You don't know the goods anymore."

Huang Xiaotian, Niu Jing, and Liang Xiaoyan all ran over, and a group of little kids surrounded him, and the villagers who had not left to watch the fun came over.

They all looked at Li Dong's hands as black and fluffy as they were. What a bit familiar, I feel so disgusting.

When Han Weian heard Zhu Bao, he muttered a few words. This dog's life is so lucky. He dragged his shoes and shovels to go home to get dressed. The most important thing is to go home quickly and not let the wife cook, wait to drink pig soup and save a meal.

What a shrewd guy, this guy is very smart. He drags his shoes and goes home happily. Under the big tree, Han Qiang is confused. Li Dong, Huang Xiaotian, Niu Jing, and Liang Xiaoyan are talking about what is Zhubao.

"Pig treasures are rare, and not necessarily found in thousands of pigs."

Han Qiang said, "Only the wild boars in the mountains can produce pig treasures."

Good things are really rare things. This thing is a stone of pig gallbladder, bile duct, liver duct and other organs. It has an elliptical appearance and different sizes. The one in Li Dong's hand is the size of a goose egg, which is a relatively large pig treasure.

"Uncle Guoqiang, isn't this similar to beef yellow?"

"That's not, baby, keep it in good condition. By the way, clean it up quickly, dry it up, and then make it, and it can be sold for a lot of money."

What Han Qiang said was true or false. Li Dong looked at the pig treasure in his hand. There were two or three centimeters of black hair on this thing, which was really strange.

OK, I cleaned it first. Li Dong directly found a new towel to wipe it off, removed the mucus, blood, juice and other dirty things on it, and then cleaned it and dried it. This guy didn't take it seriously.

I have never heard of Zhu Bao. After Li Dong had finished processing it, he put the seasonings on it and came under the big tree.

South Korea is taking off the hair of wild boars. At this time, the wild boars can be sold for money. Li Dong didn't want them. Whoever wants them, please? It's dirty. The wild boars have to be dried before they can be collected at the purchase station.

Wu Mi and Guoqiang's wife asked Li Dong if he wanted to do it and they didn't want them to clean up. "Five Mi Mi Mi Mi, Aunt, you guys clean up."

The pig's hair faded, the Korean rich man began to break his belly, and there was no food in the wild boar's belly. No wonder he ran up. Li Dong divided a piece of meat, a hundred pounds and two wild boar's belly. It was hard for a guy to get it back alone.

Huang Xiaotian helped carry it back, and said on the way that Li Dong must make pig soup well, otherwise he would lose money. "Don't worry, you must drink one bowl and want two more bowls."

"Then I'm waiting."

Huang Xiaotian even directly brought the screening equipment under the tree, made a colorful film, and started the movie. These little kids in the village were dying, and they came to Zhuangzi to share their flesh, not only to say that they could watch movies.

"How to divide it?"

Li Dong took away 100 kilograms of meat and two pig belly. Han Weiguo got 50 kilograms and left 600 kilograms of water mill. The water mill was built and eaten, and there were still about 200 kilograms of pork left. South Korea forced to estimate that the big wild boar was at least 350 kilograms.

There were more than 200 small spots, so he left a small one with the pig head and handed it over to Li Dong to make pig miscellaneous soup later.

"You guess how many pounds can a family share?"

"Four or five pounds are enough."

"Then let's divide it into four pounds first."

Korean Fuyi decided to leave some, and the Shanghe Worker invited everyone to have a meal, so that they could keep 20 or 30 kilograms. The kids from each family lined up with bamboo plaques and divided pork by household. Korean Fu spoke, but no one refuted them.

Originally, most of the wild boars would be the one who would be the one who would be the rest, and the production team would be the one who would be given a few kilograms of pork now. It was too late for everyone to be happy.

"It's been divided into pork."

"It's been divided into pork."

The little kid was so happy that he jumped around and ran around. He was not slapped by the Korean rich man and then he became honest.

"Stand well."

South Korea forced pork, and Li Dong began to clean the pig's heart and lungs. This thing was not easy to do, and cleaning would be a problem. If Li Dong hadn't learned it from Han Weiguo in later generations, he wouldn't dare to speak loudly. This was not the first time he did it.

When cleaning, add some salt water and flour. The Korean rich eyes are glaring out. This kid is such a bad thing. Who has ever seen a pig using flour and salt to wash the heart and lungs of pigs?

"How to use flour and salt?"

Not to mention that Han Fu has never seen him, Huang Xiaotian, Niu Jing, and Liang Xiaoyan are the first time people in the city have seen him, and they are full of curiosity.

"You don't know about this. Using flour and salt can quickly bring out the blood and debris in the pig's heart and lungs."

Li Dong said with a smile. "Does Xiao Hei's butt still hurt? Come and help uncle blow pig lungs."

Han Xiaohao's tears were not dry yet. After he didn't go back, Han Weijun and Li Qiuju knew that what this kid was doing was a mixed doubles. Beating a child this year is not like the subordinates of later generations. The bamboo sucked hard, and Han Xiaohao's butt was now green and purple.

"How to blow?"

"The little bamboo tube you usually blow, blow water in front of you."

A group of little kids greeted him. The little labor force is quite useful. Blowing water, this is fun. Let's blow it. The pig's lungs were blown clean in half an hour. Huang Xiaotian and the people in the city were stunned.

"You can still wash the pig's heart and lungs like this."

"Dongzi, you awesome, you understand all this."

I have nothing to say about this craft, Huang Xiaotian admires it very much.

Niu Jing and Liang Xiaoyan nodded together this time. It was so awesome, even more awesome than bragging about Wu Song’s beating pigs.

"Oh, there is no way. If you want to eat something good, you have to learn some skills."

Li Dong was quite proud. He was so smart that he could see how clean the pig's heart and lungs were washed. He burned the pig's head directly, and then used red-hot tongs to poke it. The pig's face hair that was not easy to fade was burned clean.

"I learned another trick."

"No, it's very difficult to remove pig's head and pig's trotters. I didn't expect to do this."

"Dongzi, why don't you write a book in love? I think it's good." Huang Xiaotian said with a smile. "Tell everyone how to make these pigs, heart and lungs, pig heads."

Li Dong waved his hand straight and joked that he was a children's writer and could not become a foodie, and he was not in line with his identity.

I thought it would take a lot of time to clean the pig's heart and lungs and pig's heads, but Li Dong made it in a few seconds. He chopped small pieces and threw them into a big pot. Li Dong wrapped a pack of seasonings and threw them into a big pot.

The firewood was burned, and as for the pig's trotters, Li Dong planned to take them home by himself, and stew them with soybeans.

"It smells so good."

In a short while, the aroma in the big pot came out. The wild boar meat was not popular these days. People in the city may not buy it. The taste was too big. Not to mention the wild boars that were not castrated. The pork was not delicious without castrated pigs.

It is too difficult for people of this year to get rid of the smell of wild boars, but it is a trivial matter for Li Dong. There are many tricks for seasoning and many ways. As soon as the aroma of meat in the pot came out, a group of little kids circled around, saliva flowing, and asked Li Dong from time to time.

"Uncle, is the meat ready?"

"It smells so good."

"I'll have to wait a little longer."

Li Dong poked it with chopsticks, OK, he hooked it with a hook, threw it on the wooden board and shouted Uncle Guoqiang to come and slice it. Korean strong picking meat is a good hand, and it is good and fast to cut meat. Li Dong must use such a good tool.

"Hey, okay, the smell of this meat has been mostly gone." South Korea was quite surprised to force it to cut it into pieces and chew it in his mouth.

"It's okay, there's still a little less seasoning. If you might as well give it all, do you believe it?"

South Korea said, I believe you, you are so bad. Li Dong has started preparing soup. There is nothing good. There is a very fresh flavor. There is half a jar, the tender soup comes in half a bag, and the bone soup base comes in half a bag, and the pork head and pork distills have not been put into the pot yet.

The fragrance came out in the big pot, not only a group of little kids were drooling, but even adults couldn't hold on.

"Damn it, it smells so good."
To be continued...