Qin Zhuangping's method of dealing with deer was obvious at first glance. A knife flew in his hand, and a piece of deer skin gradually fell off the deer's body.

Although the deer is not big, it is only about twenty kilograms. After removing debris, it is only about ten kilograms at most. People like Wenxu naturally only eat meat, and it is difficult to take away the rest. There is no way to use space in such a hot day, so they can only throw it away!

The advantage is that this is impossible for Lao Linzi to leave behind, and nature will not waste any food.

Zhuo's father held a flat stainless steel strip in one hand and grabbed a piece of venison cut into the tray with the other hand and put it on the strip. Looking at the spice-kneaded venison, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Your job is so easy. You have all kinds of seasonings out. At first glance, you thought you were here to camp!"

What made Zhuo Dad incredible was that Wen Xu and his group even brought cooking wine, which made him feel that there was really no one! Thinking of this, Zhuo Dad looked at the degradable disposable plastic gloves on his hand again, and suddenly felt that it was not that excessive to bring cooking wine.

"The life in the forest was originally hard, and if you were sorry for your stomach, it would be unreasonable." Wen Guangzhi replied with a smile when he heard Zhuo's father say this.

You just reply one sentence, and you have to add another sentence at the end: "This is what Uncle Xu said."

"I also think he is the only one among you, who said this!" Before he finished speaking, he immediately made a chubby voice.

"What's the matter?"

"There are mosquitoes!" Zhuo's father felt very uncomfortable. He immediately took off the disposable gloves on his hand, reached out and gently grabbed his ankle. The more he grabbed, the more he seemed to be more vigorous, and he quickly grinned his teeth.

Qin Zhuangping looked at it and said quickly, "Stop grabbing it, stick out my feet and let me see?"

Hearing Qin Zhuangping say this, Zhuo Dad stretched out his feet a little. At this time, Zhuo Dad's ankle had been caught with a large area of ​​red, and it was also swollen, almost half a palm-sized size.

"Wipe with air oil?"

"This thing is not good with wind oil, you can't stand itchy." After saying that, Qin Zhuangping asked Wen Xu, who was hitting the fleshy bug by the river, "Boss, do you still have that ghost onion?"

"Yes, one more! Just put the mushroom basin next to it, you can find it yourself!" Wen Xu replied.

Hearing Wen Xu say this, Qin Zhuangping put down the sticky stick in his hand and walked to the basin, picked up the weeds that looked like green onions but not onions that had been picked in the afternoon, put them directly in his mouth and chewed them in big mouths. After chewing for a while, he spit out and put them on his hands and pinched them, and then pasted them on Zhuo’s feet.

To be honest, what kind of aesthetics can a man like Qin Zhuangping have? It doesn’t matter whether the things on Zhuo’s ankle are beautiful or not. They are not even as beautiful as they are beautiful. They are not only ugly but also disgusting, but also have a pungent smell of weeds.

However, Zhuo's father is not a stupid young man and he can't say anything. He can only endure both nausea and itch. However, after a minute, Dad Zhuo immediately felt comfortable. Not only did he stop itching on his feet, but he also felt cool.

"It's amazing!" Dad Zhuo said happily.

Qin Zhuangping smiled and said to everyone: "Everyone put the work in their hands first, apply cooling oil and wind oil essence, and apply every exposed part. It seems that a large bomber is eyeing us tonight!"

The big bomber in Qin Zhuang's flat mouth is mosquitoes. Generally speaking, the mosquitoes in the city are gray mosquitoes, but in terms of viciousness, they are considered small flower mosquitoes. The mosquitoes in the forest are almost all large flower mosquitoes. When they bite, they immediately become pink. Not only are there large flower mosquitoes, but also small mosquitoes that are small enough to penetrate into the mesh of the tent. This kind of small mosquitoes is also the most poisonous, like Zhuo's father was bitten by this little mosquitoes just now. If you bite it, you can directly catch and bleed.

When everyone heard Qin Zhuang say this, they put down their work. They were already armed before dark today and started to apply a lot of smear on their bodies. Soon the whole camp was filled with the smell of whipped oil and cool oil, which made the original scent of snake meat and mushroom soup in the pot fade.

Seeing that these two or three people had used a bottle of Fengyu Jingjing, Zhuo's father sighed in his heart. Zhuo's father had seen other teams in the past two days, but when it comes to taking things as things, Wen Xu's team is first-class. The result is also obvious. Although the team is not large, this mental state is indeed one of the best in the entire camp.

Armed with mosquito-repellent water, everyone continued to wear venison skewers and scramble around the fire together.

Qin Zhuangping is a honest man. He talks little while working, so he wears fast. He is the first to complete the work in his hand. He put down his hand and shouted at Wen Xu: "Boss, is it that I will bake or what do you say?"

"It's no difficulty to roast this thing. Let Guangzhi and the others bake it by themselves. Grill as you like, and I'll be fine soon!" Wen Xu said, bringing the drained meat bug back to the edge of the fire, then picking up a pan and putting it on the heat to heat it. After a while, he reached out to indicate the temperature in the air over the pot, and then added peanut oil. When the oil was hot, half of the meat bugs were poured into the pot directly.

It's so cool!

Only a sound of oil was heard, and the pot suddenly started to heat up. Wen Xu took back the pot and flipped it several times. When the fire was put out, only the fried golden buttery meat bugs were left. He shoveled the fried bugs into a small basin, and then continued to explode the remaining bugs.

After making this, the snake meat and mushroom soup would be almost done. Once the things were done, everyone set up a rack to surround the fire and officially started today's dinner.

Wen Xu scooped a bowl of soup first, put it in his small bowl, and made two jokes about snake meat for himself: "Everyone can do it yourself, I can't wait for others!"

After saying that, he reached out and continued to burn three venison skewers in his hand on the fire. The people in the camp did not speak warmly, and soon the pot of soup was divided. Fortunately, Zhuo's father was not a polite person. He also made soup and meat in his bowl. There was no polite thing about eating in the camp.

Zhuo’s father took a sip of snake soup, raised his eyebrows beautifully, and then took a sip of Maotai in the tea jar, and couldn’t help but breathe comfortably: “Ah, it’s delicious, so fresh!”

Seeing that Zhuo’s father was eating so happily, Wen Xu picked up the jar placed at his feet and touched him, then turned to everyone and said, "Now, we welcome Uncle Zhuo! But what I want to say is that although Uncle Zhuo’s wine is good, don’t drink less. Let’s drink less. We have some serious business tomorrow. After searching for that piece, we will go home."

"Why don't you search? It's a few hundred yuan a day. I haven't seen some teams just pretending to receive money. Why don't you want to get it?" Zhuo Dad couldn't help but say.

Wen Xu shook his head and said, "What do you think is the meaning? It's been so many days, and it's been several days since we came. It can be said that there are so many misfortunes. Now, it's probably just that the family members can't accept this fact, that is, they have a wealthy pocket. If ordinary people pose like this, they will be unable to search."

After hearing this, Zhuo's father sighed. He knew that Wen Xu was right. None of the five lost people had bags. With their ability, if they were still alive now, they would be lucky.

Just as Wen Xu said, the reason why he did not give up was that three of the five lost people were not short of money, and one of them was the only one in the family. According to Zhuo’s father, it would be impossible to stop looking for this for a month or two.

No matter how much you have any objection and no matter how unsuccessful your own children are, everyone is a parent. How many people can accept this fact?

The child who has been raising for twenty years has gone out happily one morning and can't come back. Now it's not only the white-haired man who sends black-haired man, but also the corpse cannot be found. Not to mention these families who have lost their children, Zhuo's father sighed when he thinks about it.

Although this matter is not very related to your daughter, when you go out together, other people's children are gone, and your children are back lively. This is lucky for your family, but what will these families who have lost their children think? It's hard to say. Some people's hearts will take their anger.

Thinking of this, Dad Zhuo stretched out his big hand and patted Wen Xu on the shoulder, then looked straight at Wen Xu, and said repeatedly: "What a pity, what a pity!"

Now a thought flashed through Papa Zhuo’s mind: It would be great if I had such a son! Then I thought, even if I don’t have this blessing, it would be great if I was half a son. Unfortunately, now that I have become like this, such a good son-in-law will be gone!

Zhuo’s father thought he was not a boyish person, so he didn’t want to have a daughter at home. But now he wanted to get along with Wen Xu. Although it didn’t take long, it gave Zhuo’s father another experience. Some things he couldn’t do with his daughter, but he could do with Wen Xu. He liked to go to the bar with Wen Xu, and "the father and the two" were so bold that they were "killing all sides" together, and then he used the drunkenness to call his brother and brother.

It was not until today that Zhuo’s father discovered that some things were not interested in Ben and that his daughter could only do them with another man. The key is that he was very happy to do them.

Among them, Wen Xu had a shortcoming of half-child status that made Zhuo’s father dissatisfied, that is, two men could not talk about women together. Besides, if the father-in-law holds his son-in-law and has something to do, this girl and that girl, how can he respond. So in Zhuo’s heart, he always thought that it would be great if he had such a son in his family. Sometimes Zhuo’s father felt that he was about to be crazy.

Zhuo's father said something stupid, which made him feel so confused. I wonder if he was talking about the lost five people or the son-in-law he couldn't be a son-in-law. So he smiled and said nothing, turned his eyes and continued to look at the roasted venison in his hand.

"Come on, Wenxu, let's have another drink." Dad Zhuo picked up the tea jar in his hand and touched Wenxu for a while.

Wen Xu also took a sip here, but he didn't cheat this time. Although he didn't know what Zhuo's father was thinking now, to be honest, Wen Xu also liked Zhuo's father and Zhuo's mother. He was very elegant and well-educated, and was really good to him, but there was no way to go all the way.

Just as the roasted venison was roasted, the former "masters and two" drank slowly, drinking while talking about the interesting things they had when they were drinking. After about twenty minutes, all the tactful people left and went back to the tent to sleep, leaving only Wen Xu and Zhuo's father and alone sitting next to the fire. Wen Xu and Zhuo's father seemed to be remembering more, but neither of them said it out loud, and just chatted lightly.

The other person is Qin Zhuangping. He didn't mean to stay by his side and listen. He had work on his hands. Who told the boss Wen Xu to open his mouth and let him come out with a piece of deer skin and use it to wipe the car when washing it!

To be honest, there is no one else to ask for this. Everyone knows that the deer skin is soft and the deer hair is gentle and delicate, so when Wen Xu said this, Zhuo's father also asked for a piece.

Although the deer was bitten to death by the big black panther, the leopard was killed by the throat and did not cause much damage to the skin on the body. Not to mention having two car wiping cloths, it would be fine to get a child's leather jacket.

As a specialist, Qin Zhuangping also persuaded him, but his boss was determined to ask for a car cloth to wipe it off. So after eating, Qin Zhuangping had to use a knife to gently pick out the muscle residue or oil flowers left on the skin, throw it on the fire, and suddenly let out the thorns. Whether it was the meat residue or oil flowers, a faint spark flashed out in an instant, and disappeared without a trace, just like the five people you were looking for, without any news!
Chapter completed!