brown sugar eggs

This piece of good mountains and rivers is given by nature, and it supports many villages.

The forest ranger in front of Chen Su was from Liujia Village. His wife and children died in an accident, so he lived in the deep mountains and old forests by himself and worked for his whole life.

Now the hut he lives in is used by two rangers who were added some time ago.

Those two belonged to Xiao Yinzhuang. They had served as soldiers when they were young, so they got this job.They are lazy and don't patrol the mountains, thinking it is unnecessary.

Pests, epidemics, etc., I have never heard of it.

There may not be a fire in the near future, and the Ching Ming Festival has not yet come, who will burn the paper.

So they lie here today, nest there tomorrow, and sleep in the hut the day after tomorrow.

It is rare to pick a day for a stroll and meet a wild boar.

They were greedy for wild pork, and as a result, one of them gnawed a mouthful of mud, the other twisted his waist, and went to Chen's house cursing.

On the way, I broke off a few bamboo shoots and took them with me, and went there just before the meal time.

I'm just too lazy to go back to clean the pot and light the fire, and want to beg for a meal.

The door of Chen's courtyard was open, and there was a small chair in front of the door with an iron can on it.

The fat black villager who had eaten the mud picked up the tin can, pulled the lid off, looked inside and said, "Lychees."

He stuffed a handful into his pocket, and the long-faced villager who was supporting his waist also stuffed it into a pocket.

Most of the lychees in the tin can have only the bottom left.

They didn't knock on the door or say hello, they went straight into the yard, as if they were going back to their own home.

"Nobody?" The fat black villager spat and raised his voice, "Old Chen! Brother Wang and I came to see you!"

There was no movement in the room.

"Old Chen is definitely sleeping." Brother Wang bared his teeth, "Fatty, you help me to his room. The Dieda wine his son brought outside is much stronger than the ones bought in small shops. I have to ask him for some rubbing. "

The fat man ate two lychees, threw the shells on the ground and stomped on his sneakers, "ask him for a bottle."

"It's not like you don't know, that kind of person, even if he doesn't like it in his heart, he won't say it out. He likes to brag and wants to save face." The fat man shook his greasy face and sneered.

Brother Wang really made up his mind after listening to it, but when he saw Chen Fugui paralyzed on the bed, his thoughts turned from Diedajiu to the radio.

The daughter wanted that thing, and she kept whispering in his ear.

Brother Wang glanced at the radio next to Chen Fugui's pillow several times, but he didn't pay attention to what the fat man said to the other party.

He didn't come back to himself until Chen Fugui called him.

"The Dieda wine is in the main room." Chen Fugui said, "It's the second drawer."

The fat man went to get Dieda wine, and Brother Wang lay down beside the bed, lifted his coat and asked him to rub it for him.

The room was filled with Brother Wang's screams of "Ouch, Ouch".

Chen Fugui turned off the radio: "Why are you messing with wild boars in the mountains? What's the difference?"

"We didn't recruit it, it was mad at us." The fat man said.

"Yes... yes... ah!" Brother Wang couldn't help but scratch his hands.

Chen Fugui's leg was caught, and the force pulled him sideways, and the diaper under his buttocks was twisted in a mess.He tugged vigorously, but the diaper was still not laid properly.

People are useless and can't do anything.

In Chen Fugui's house, there was a window facing the yard, so he just looked there.

The pig has already arched the door. If it could talk, it would definitely say, "Where's the rice? Where's his mother's rice!"

While worrying about the strength of the door, Chen Fugui cursed the old words in his heart-the old Chen family must have owed Liang Baiyu 800 years ago!

Otherwise, he wouldn't let his son set him up, and he was still playing outside with him at this point.

In addition to trees, there are grass and stones in the mountains. What is there to see!

The sick ghost doesn't know An Sheng all day long!

"Old Chen, why isn't your son at home right now?" the fat man asked.

"Going on patrol." Chen Fugui didn't want to say more, "It's noon, it's time to come back." Then he said, "You guys leave me here for dinner, let's have two glasses of white at noon."

Fatty and Brother Wang gave a symbolic push and agreed.

When the fat man went to the latrine, he saw a row of clothes drying on the east side of the yard.

Among them is a pair of pure white underwear, the fabric is incompatible with the others, and it looks like it is a product from the city.

It's that Beta.

An overly handsome face and those two straight and slender legs appeared in front of the fat man. Thinking about it, he seemed to have smelled the smell. He swallowed a big mouthful of saliva with his eyes shining, and grabbed his underwear Go to the hut.

It came out in less than 2 minutes.

When he came out, he hummed a little song and was refreshed. The used underwear was not in his hands, and he buried it in a random place.

He looked at the clothes on the bamboo pole, the wind was strong, so it was normal to be missing one piece.

Brother Wang in the room was playing with the radio and asked how much he bought it for.

Chen Fugui held the jar, and rubbed his thumb with a beard on the handle: "I'm getting old, I don't remember."

"It can't be seen that it is second-hand." Brother Wang touched the radio, "It's very good... very good..."

"What's good?" The fat man swaggered in with his belly out.

"It's nothing." Brother Wang put down the radio that was about to be touched by him, "Old Chen, you don't know when your son will come back, why don't Fatty and I cook the rice first?"

"It's done." The fat man tugged on his belt, "The bamboo shoots need to be soaked for a while..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Fugui poured a mug of tea at him.