He already had driving experience, and now he didn't need those complicated operations. He only needed to stop and go at the slowest speed. He Ling quickly became comfortable with such a simple operation, and it turned into excitement in the blink of an eye.
Laughing, I happily listened to the instructions of the three people loading corn into the truck bed from the driver's seat.
"Teacher Huang, Teacher Huang, come out quickly, Teacher Huang!"
Huang Fan, who was sweating profusely while busy, suddenly heard He Ling's repeated shouting. At that time, his heart skipped a beat, thinking that something had happened. He didn't even put down the shovel he was using as a shovel. He looked so fierce.
Holding a shovel, he rushed out: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Lingling, what happened?"
As a result, Huang Wei was worried about getting angry and rushed out in a hurry. What he saw was not the unexpected accident or something bad that he had imagined. Instead, he saw He Ling shouting and moving his hands under Guo Dong's guidance.
The tractor is driving towards the mushroom house.
"Lingling, you scared me to death. You were so yelling, I thought something had happened."
Seeing that there was no accident, Huang Fan couldn't help but feel relieved, and He Ling also parked the hand tractor in front of Huang Fan, at the door of the mushroom house.
"Nothing happened, Teacher Huang, do you think I looked handsome just now?"
Looking at He Ling whose face was glowing with excitement, Huang Wei rolled his eyes speechlessly: "Handsome, you are the most handsome in the world. You were so handsome just now that you almost scared me to death."
The way Huang Fan asked the sky silently caused everyone to laugh. He Ling also felt a little embarrassed. Then he realized that Huang Fan was actually holding a big shiny shovel in his hand: "Teacher Huang, what are you doing?"
What? Why are you still holding a shovel?"
It's fine if I don't mention this, but I get angry when I mention it: "How dare you say that? I was cooking when I heard you yelling outside the door. I thought something had happened to you. Even this thing is...
I forgot to put it down and ran out."
Huang Fan's words made several people look confused: "Teacher Huang, what does your cooking have to do with holding a shovel?"
"what is the relationship?"
Huang Wei felt that his teeth were itchy, and he glared angrily at Guo Dong, who was grinning evilly: "It's not him yet. Two big wild boars have shaved off their internal organs, bones, pig heads and trotters, etc., and they still have more than four hundred kilograms."
Meat, he said that all of it must be put into the pot, but not only did he stew several large pots of meat, I also had to stir-fry dozens of kilograms of shredded pork with Beijing sauce."
While talking, several people entered the yard and saw at a glance that several very exquisite stoves had appeared in the yard. Several large pots on them were simmering and emitting aroma, and there were also
There was a large pot half buried in the ground, with a diameter of more than one meter, and inside it was half the pot of shredded pork being stir-fried.
"It's broken, my shredded pork with Jingjiang sauce!"
Seeing the obviously heated pork shreds in the pot, Huang Fan exclaimed and rushed over. Standing next to the large pot about a foot above the ground, he quickly started stir-frying with the big shovel in his hand.
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"Oh my god, I've only seen this way of cooking in TV dramas!"
Seeing Huang Wan's rough and wild way of cooking, He Ling's mouth was wide open and he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses. At this time, Huang Wan had already finished cooking the shredded pork and was shoveling one shovel at a time.
He put shredded green onions on top of each one and served them on a large plate nearly half a meter in diameter.
"It's okay, okay, although the shredded pork is a bit overcooked, it can still be saved."
Putting the last shovelful of shredded pork with spade sauce into the plate, Huang Wan wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath, then turned his head and looked at the camera: "Friends from the audience, I have lived my whole life.
For more than 40 years, I never even dreamed that one day I would be able to cook like this. I think after this experience, no big eater in the world can scare me!"
Huang Fan's complaint triggered a roar of laughter from the audience. Soon, several people worked together to unload the corn and counted the numbers. After paying off the huge debt owed by Mushroom House, there was still nearly a thousand dollars left.
The remaining surplus made the Mushroom House H4s, who had been overwhelmed by the huge corn debt, cheer involuntarily.
"Waiter, serve the wine, I'm not short of money now!"
If you have grain in your hand, you don’t feel panic. In this mushroom house where corn is equal to money, having corn means you have both grain and money. Not only does your heart not panic, but you even have to stand upright. Huang Wei immediately became wealthy.
He shouted at the director like a wealthy man.
Looking at the delicacies on this big table, Chen He ordered the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall, Guo Dong brought wild boar to make a huge amount of braised pork, braised pork, pork stewed with sauerkraut, pork stewed vermicelli, ribs stewed with beans, Beijing sauce shredded pork, fried tenderloin, all
Everyone swallowed involuntarily: "Yes, that's right, director, hurry up and get some wine, we are not short of money now!"
Although Huang Wei and others are suspected of rebellion, since they are willing to spend corns, the director is also happy to see it happen. After all, it is not a good thing for the program team that they have a huge sum of money of nearly a thousand corns, so
He didn’t insist on using fried melon seeds in exchange for the beer. He immediately asked with a smile: “A can of beer costs fifty corns, how much do you want?”
Fifty corns?
Normally, Huang Wei's slippers would have flown over and killed this evil dealer, but now that he has a huge amount of money, he doesn't care about this small problem. He only cares about one thing: "Is it ice?"
The director smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's cold beer. In addition, there are ice Cokes, ice Sprite, hot coffee, etc. As long as you have corn, you can have whatever you want."
"Isn't it just corn? We have plenty of it! Give me ten cans of cold beer first."
Soon, ten cans of cold beer were served on the table, and the five people sat in a circle and began to enjoy the hard-won dinner, especially for He Ling, who is famous for his thin body among male celebrities in the entire industry, and the cooking.
Huang and Wen, who bought more than 400 kilograms of pork and used spades as shovels in the end, were deeply moved and deeply aware of how hard-won this dinner was.
"Jelly, do you know what I'm thinking about right now?"
Five people, ten cans of cold beer, each person only has an average of two cans, which is actually not much. After three or two cups, they are almost empty. At this time, the fatigue and fatigue of the day have just been suppressed or released by the food and alcohol.
, just when the excitement was at its highest, He and Huang were recalling the interesting story many years ago when Huang Fan was lame and was criticized by He Ling for being slow in cooking. Chen He suddenly turned his head and looked at the feast, and fiercely
Guo Dong who eats Haisai.
"What are you thinking about? Don't even think about it. Even if you think about it, it will be in vain!"
As soon as he saw Chen He's expression, Guo Dong knew what he was thinking and immediately rejected Chen He's idea.
"What is Hehe thinking about?"
Chen He's flattering smile and Guo Dong's refusal without concealing his disgust immediately made the other three people interested.
"What else can he think about? At this time, he can't think about anything else except my wine."
Guo Dong hummed twice in reply, making Huang Wei's eyes suddenly light up: "Did you bring wine?"
Huang Fan likes to drink, and he also knows that Chen He also likes to drink. The wine that can make Chen He click must be a good wine.
"Everyone, according to the rules of the Mushroom House, food, including alcoholic beverages, brought by guests are not allowed."
Before Guo Dong could answer, the director quickly interrupted their conversation and reiterated the rules of the mushroom house.
It would be okay if he didn't say that, but what he said made Guo Dong have a rebellious mentality. He turned his head and looked at the director: "Director, do you think I have alcohol on me?"
"You can't even go home and get it."
If it was just a habitual casual comment just now, this time Guo Dong became serious: "Don't worry, I won't go home to get wine, nor will I go to the village to ask for credit alive."
The director nodded with satisfaction and relaxed in his heart. Although having an out-and-out local snake like Guo Dong has many benefits, it is also a major threat to the rules of the Mushroom House. After all, familiar people can not only be carefree and comfortable, but also a major threat to the rules of the mushroom house.
And many things can be obtained effortlessly, making many of the rules and routines carefully designed by the program team come to nothing.
"I remember that the rule of the Mushroom House is that as long as it is owned by the Mushroom House, including everything that belongs to the Mushroom House area and secondary production and processing, it can be used legally, right?"
The director frowned slightly, but still nodded and said he was right. Guo Dong then asked again and asked He Ling and others to use mobile phone videos as evidence. This made the director full of doubts, but after thinking about it,
But still didn't notice anything wrong.
"Okay, Brother He, you want to drink, right? Tell me, do you want to drink Peach Blossom Drunk or Jiyougu?"
Hearing Guo Dong's words, Chen He's eyes suddenly lit up: "Did you really bring the wine back?"
Guo Dong shook his head and stood up. Before Chen He could continue to ask, Huang Wei grabbed his arm in confusion and asked: "He'er, what kind of wine are the Peach Blossom Zui and Jiyou Valley you mentioned? Why don't I have anything?
Impression? Does it taste good?"
Chen He's eyes widened: "Is it good to drink? Everyone knows that Deng Chao and I are good drinkers, and we are all willing to drink liquor, beer, red wine, foreign wine, and rice wine. But since I drank this brew he brewed,
After the two kinds of wine, we can’t drink the other wines, even Mao Wu Jian, do you think it tastes good?”
Huang Wei's eyes were as bright as two light bulbs. Together with Chen He, he stared at Guo Dong who stood up and walked towards the stove. Chen He blinked and suddenly shouted at Guo Dong: "Hey, you don't want to be there now."
Brewpub?”
Guo Dong stopped and glanced back at him: "Is it too late to drink wine now?"
After saying that, he turned around and stopped paying attention to this pig who only wanted to eat. He stretched out his foot and stepped on a certain floor tile. After a while, the sound of the creaking machine reached everyone's ears, and then they saw the extra pig in the yard.
The stoves slowly sank into the ground and disappeared without a trace in just a few breaths.
Then Guo Dong took a few steps to the side and discovered the mysterious floor tile. The mechanism revealed something, and a secret passage opened, revealing a dark and deep stone staircase.
"tua~Another secret passage and secret room? How many secret rooms have you dug underground?"
Chen He's eyes widened and he exclaimed. It was only at this moment that everyone remembered that the bow and arrows Guo Dong had taken out from the secret room under the tool house when he went up the mountain to hunt wild boars. Unexpectedly, there was no room in this yard except the one according to Guo Dong.
Dong said that there is a second secret room outside the weapons depot and forging room!?
"How many?"
Guo Dong thought for a while: "I have basically hollowed out the bottom of this yard. Of course, there are more than just a weapons depot and a wine cellar in the secret room."
After saying that, Guo Dong walked down the stone steps. After a while, the director was beating his chest and feeling regretful. He walked up with a jar in one hand. Look at the size. Each of the two wine jars weighed about ten kilograms.
capacity.
"A jar of sorrow valley, a jar of peach blossom drunkenness, we will not return until we are drunk!"