Long Jiale

Shen Zhoucheng took the cooing fox back, and Grandma Shen was amused when she heard the sound of its pigeons. Shen Zhoucheng told Grandma Shen about the group of pigeons on the mountain, and Grandma Shen sighed, "So many Grandma hasn’t seen pigeons yet, so I’ll go up the mountain to have a look in a few days.”

"Okay, grandma." Shen Zhoucheng took the little fox to feed it egg custard, the little guy cooed for a long time, and finally felt that his fox's voice was the best, so he stopped cooing.

Shen Zhoucheng just got a headache from it cooing, and warned it: "If you bark again, I will throw you out."

The little white dumpling licked its paw, climbed up to Shen Zhoucheng's shoulder, licked his face, and let out a soft cry a few times, Shen Zhoucheng looked hoarse than usual when he saw it The sound, I thought, you are groaning more, your throat is broken.

After eating, Shen Zhoucheng took the little fox to the county to find the master goldsmith.

When he was half-turning into a dragon that day, Shen Zhoucheng took a picture of a gold brick into a messy "golden mud" that he didn't know what it was. Later, he took that piece of gold mud to the county town to find a craftsman for help. Melted to rebuild the appearance.

When Liu Hechun, a master craftsman, saw the piece of gold mud brought by Shen Zhoucheng, he didn't believe it was gold at first, "There are also gold ornaments in this shape?"

Shen Zhoucheng touched his nose. In fact, he had rescued the lump of gold mud he brought over. The initial appearance was even more horrible. It took a long time to rescue it into this lump of golden mud.

"Accidentally crushed..."

"Crushed????"

"No, no, it's a special handicraft made by a master surnamed Long before, but after I brought it back, my grandma didn't like it, so I planned to melt it into other ornaments."

The old craftsman looked up and down at the handsome man in front of him. The man was holding a snow-white little white fox in his arms. He didn't look like he was short of money, nor did he have any problems with his head. The aesthetics of young people is really...

He's heard of gothic styles, skulls, why hasn't he heard of anyone doing this kind of gold mud modeling?

The old craftsman Liu Hechun held the gold bump and looked left and right, "It's no wonder your grandma doesn't like it."

"What do you want to blend into?"

"I want to make an old-age bracelet for Fushoulu, and then..." Shen Zhoucheng discussed the shape of the pattern with the old craftsman, and after paying the deposit, he waited for the old craftsman to complete the work.

After more than half a month passed, the old craftsman called and told him that the work had been completed, so Shen Zhoucheng took the little fox to the gold jewelry shop and packed up what he wanted. The gold brick he sent over was probably As big as two or three fists of an adult, Shen Zhoucheng asked the old craftsman to help him fuse three things.

One is a gold bracelet in Fushoulu style given to grandma.

The second is a hollow golden crown made for His Majesty the little fox.

The third is five pieces of golden "potato chips" made for myself.

Shen Zhoucheng still remembers that when he told the old craftsman that he wanted a gold bracelet of Fu Lu Shou style, the old craftsman nodded in agreement, and when he said that he wanted to customize a small gold crown for the little fox in his arms, the old craftsman The craftsman's expression became:? ? ? ? ?

After he said that he would order five golden potato chips, the old craftsman looked at him with a bloody expression.

"In ancient times, there were golden leaves and golden melon seeds. Your golden potato chips... are quite characteristic of the times. Now I understand why you bought such handicrafts back before."

Thinking back to this point, Shen Zhoucheng coughed, took the little fox into the store, checked the three gold ornaments on the soft cloth in the three red boxes, and after confirming that they were correct, signed and took the little fox and left.

The little fox sat on the passenger seat, with big black eyes wide open, waiting for Shen Zhoucheng to share the spoils with it. Seeing its eagerness to try, Shen Zhoucheng also smiled, and took out the little crown that belonged to it, Put on the top of the little fox's head.

After two green hats, it finally has a shiny tiara of its own.

A shiny little fox.

Its whole snow-white stretched out its fox body, its long snow-white tail was bent in a circle and rested in front like a moon, sitting on the passenger seat, its two small front legs stood straight, and its small head was There are two jet-black eyes hanging, and the golden crown on its head, like the crown of an ancient emperor, is worn...

Delicate and cute.

As a snow-white little fox, Shen Zhoucheng discovered that his little fox can control all kinds of colors, and can wear a shiny green hat, and the yellow-orange-orange crown is also very smart and cute. The waistcoat, and another scepter, is the ancient emperor of the Western countries.

It's just that Shen Zhoucheng held back his laughter, if he wore it tighter, it would really be like the magic spell of the great saint.

Bai Tuanzi, who was wearing a small crown, took those golden potato chips under his paws again, picked them up curiously, sniffed them, and bit them twice with his teeth, tearing his own eyes, Shen Zhoucheng hurriedly picked them up. Stop it, "Not real chips, silly fox."

Shen Zhoucheng hugged it in his arms and coaxed it, "You really have the spirit of trying something new."

You can eat potato chips, but that doesn't mean you can eat potato chips made of gold. You are a vixen, not a brave spirit.

Fortunately, it is not a Pixiu spirit, if it is a Pixiu, Shen Zhoucheng takes a deep breath, then make soup as soon as possible.

One person and one fox returned home, and Shen Zhoucheng gave the bracelet to Grandma Shen. Grandma Shen was very happy when she saw her. rise up.

He quickly put on the gold bracelet given by his good grandson, "Is it good, is it good?"

Shen Zhoucheng and the little fox nodded together, "It looks good."

After grandma Shen was smug for a while, she said to Shen Zhoucheng: "Didn't you say you want to smoke bacon? It's almost time now, and it will be the Chinese New Year in a few days. On the other side of Luojia Village, all the roads are raised. Pig, our family is booming this year, go buy a pig and kill it."

"I'll go and buy?"

"Isn't it you who buy it, or grandma? You go to pick a good pig early, and if it's late, the good pig will be picked away."

"Okay, okay, I'll wait two days to buy a pig."

Shen Zhoucheng took the little fox and drove to Luojia Village to buy pigs. There were indeed a lot of pigs raised there, column after column, and there was a road full of pig sheds. Shen Zhoucheng didn't raise pigs at home because of the smell of raising pigs , it is too unbearable.

Turning left and right at various side roads, Shen Zhoucheng drove to Luojia Village based on his impression. When he drove to a muddy road, Shen Zhoucheng rejoiced again and again that the chassis of this small broken car was high enough and it was not damaged. This kind of mud in the countryside Road, the most damage to the chassis.

On the muddy road, when passing vehicles run over it, both sides of the tires will sag, and the middle is high. If the chassis of the car is not high, it will be like a bumper car.

After driving this section of the road, Shen Zhoucheng hesitated, afraid that he might have driven in the wrong place, and was about to turn on the navigation to check the direction, when a suffocating smell floated into the car.

That's right, this is probably where the pigs are raised.

Smelling the suffocating smell of Linghu, Xiao Baituanzi pretended to be dead, curled up on the seat, covered his little nose with two paws, and was almost smoked into a dead fox.

Shen Zhoucheng closed the car windows and used aura to purify the smell in the car.

He continued to drive the car forward. This road is really difficult to drive. There are dogs and a row of ducks blocking the road. These dogs and ducks are indeed very bold. They don't hide or run in a daze, and they are willing to move their little steps only when they bump into it immediately.

Shen Zhoucheng thought, these animals must not be stupefied, that's why they are so dull.

Shen Zhoucheng took the little fox to find a familiar family in Luojia Village, and went to his pig shed to pick a boar weighing about [-] kilograms. The other party promised to send the pig to his house later. .

Shen Zhoucheng originally wanted to keep the pig in the bamboo forest for a few more days, drink some spring water, and raise the pork taste better, but after a few days of raising the pig, the little fox flicked his tail and urged him because it was funny. When I was a pig, I was arched by a pig.

Shen Zhoucheng had no choice but to find a butcher to avenge it with a smirk. Two hundred catties of pork could not be eaten by two people and one fox. Shen Zhoucheng gave some of the pork to Xie Ruomin and Xie Yihao.

After the pork was killed, he was busy stuffing sausages and smoked bacon. Shen Zhoucheng directly built a small hut on the mountain, and made a shelf for hanging pork with bamboo. The marinating material was the recipe provided by Xie Yihao. He also came Help smoke the bacon together.

Before smoking bacon, you need to marinate the meat for a period of time. If you want bacon to be delicious, you must first marinate it to taste. It is the most troublesome when filling sausages. The lean and fatty meat cut into small pieces has been marinated and processed for several times. , and then poured into the casing, these are some technical tasks.

Pieces of bacon were hung on the rack, and the smoke from the stove was roasting, giving off bursts of barbecue aroma, which was extremely alluring in the cold wind.

Shen Zhoucheng was not very good at smoking bacon at the beginning, and his face was covered with black ashes, and the little fox liked to rub against him, making each person and one fox all covered with black marks, and Xie Yihao was guarding him, so it was not easy to use Purification technique, Shen Zhoucheng had no choice but to take the little fox back with a scapegoat, and was disgusted by Grandma Shen.

"You look like this... You can even go to the subway station to beg for rice with the little fox."

Shen Zhoucheng complained in his heart, even if he wanted to beg for rice and food, I couldn't go anywhere, why did he go to the subway station, his grandma just liked to use words indiscriminately when she saw something new.

In addition, Shen Zhoucheng also smoked a few cured chickens and ducks by the way. Ever since the preserved chickens were hung on the bamboo rack, the little fox could no longer move his eyes while watching the cured meat.

"Wait until the Chinese New Year to eat." Shen Zhoucheng advised it to endure.

Xiaobai Duanzi started watching these chickens to quench their thirst every day, imagining their wonderful taste in their little heads, and the more they thought about it, the more they drool.