That morning, Zeng Zhi got up again rarely because his family was going to kill the New Year pig today.

After washing his face with warm spring water in the courtyard sink, Zeng Zhi woke up completely. After all, he went to bed for an hour very early last night, so his sleep time was enough.

Even in early winter, the mountain spring can still maintain a water temperature of about 20 degrees. The misty air emitted by the spring water evaporates between the ancient bluestone houses, making the entire village look like a fairyland.

Over the past few days, more and more tourists have discovered that it is the magical mountain spring, coupled with the magical water diversion system, which has given the village more spiritual energy and vitality.

It can be said that the mountain spring gives the village a completely different life from other scenic spots, which is even more fascinating.

After Zeng Zhigang finished washing up, he saw his father open the door and walk out, so he said, "Dad, you can sleep for a while!"

"I'm old and have a light sleep, so I've woken up long ago!" My father waved his hand and said, "I'm so surprised that I can still sleep!"

Zeng Zhi thought about it, so he didn't say much. He went into the warehouse and carried out two large iron pots with a diameter of more than one meter two meters and placed them in the yard on a simple stove that had been built last evening.

The village was still immersed in sleep at 5:30. From a distance, there were only scattered lights. Occasionally, one or two sounds came from the night owls and insects in the woods, making it even more lonely.

He poured four buckets of spring water into each large pot, and Zeng Zhi squatted on the ground and began to burn the fire. In a short while, the stove fire burned wildly, and the red flames reflected his face red.

The firewood prepared by Zeng Zhi’s family was mainly fir trees and green hills.

The firewood in the fir tree is oily. Zeng Zhi still remembers that when he was a child, there was no electricity in the village. Some families with better economic conditions used kerosene lamps, while the family's economic conditions were not good, so they used the oil of the fir tree to illuminate. At that time, Zeng Zhi and his friends went into the mountains to pick up the fir tree oil and took it home to light the lamps.

Qinggang is a kind of firewood with a high combustion value. The charcoal after burning can continue to emit strong heat. Therefore, in the past, many mountain people went into the mountains and specially cut down Qinggang trees to burn charcoal. It is commonly known as steel charcoal in the local area, and the price is much more expensive than the charcoal burned by other firewood.

At that time, the only ones who could burn steel and charcoal at home in winter were rich people.

Zeng Zhi still remembers that when he was in elementary school in the countryside, his greatest wish was to go to school every winter with a fire bucket with steel charcoal. Unfortunately, this was a luxury, because his family was really poor at that time, and his father was not at home, and his family had no labor to go to the mountains to burn steel charcoal, so he could only burn "branch charcoal" burned with ordinary firewood. The combustion value of this "branch charcoal" was very low and it was not burned, so he would get frozen every winter.

However, this has become a thing of the past. Now the firewood they burn is the best.

The dry fir tree is easy to ignite. After the dry fir tree is completely burning, Zeng Zhi puts pieces of chopped green hill trees into the soil stove.

Burning fire seems simple, but it still takes some experience to burn it well. Zeng Zhi started in the fourth grade of elementary school and always got up early every day to cook by himself, so burning fire is not a problem.

After the fire started, Zeng Zhi carried the flashlight into the vegetable garden next to the house, broke off more than a dozen corn cobs, and then returned to the yard.

Sitting on a wooden stake, Zeng Zhi carefully removed the excess "grain husks" outside the corn cob, leaving two layers wrapped around the corn cob, placed next to the stove, and kept turning.

After a while, a faint burnt fragrance began to appear.

Just as Zeng Zhi was concentrating on roasting corn, Zeng Chuidong rushed over.

A few days ago, Zeng Zhi greeted Zeng Chuidong and asked him to come to his house to help kill pigs today.

The boss asked, so Zeng Chuidong naturally did not dare to neglect it. In order to get up early, he even set an alarm clock. He thought he was the first, but he didn't expect that Zeng Zhi had already raised the fire.

"Burning corn makes it smell so fragrant!" Zeng Chuidong rubbed his hands, pulled a wooden stake, sat down with his butt, and said.

Zeng Zhi smiled and said, "You can eat it after a while."

The two of them were chatting without a word, and the corn next to the fire was constantly emitting a strong fragrance, which made the greed that attracted the two of them slowly emerge.

However, before they could do it, other people who helped Zeng Zhi asked for help also arrived at the old house one after another, including Zeng Weichao, the butcher Zeng Zhi invited.

Seeing that everyone was here, Zeng Zhi stood up and said, "Uncle, you are here! Eat a roasted corn first, and then do it!"

"Okay!" Zeng Weichao looked at the hot and dark, nodded and took the corn cob handed over by Zeng Zhi.

The charred corn crusts were peeled off, and the ripe corn kernels emitted a steaming heat. The rich corn fragrance came to my face, making Zeng Zhi unable to help but indulge in it.

Zeng Zhi took a light bite and the soft taste of the glutinous corn exploded in his mouth, and an indescribable fragrance also appeared, making people unable to stop.

You know, these corns are irrigated with the spiritual springs in the Qinglian Secret Realm and grown up and mature. They are full of spiritual energy, and they are strange if they taste bad.

"Zeng Zhi, where did you get this corn? It's so delicious!"

"Zeng Zhi, his skills are good!"

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Just when Zeng Zhi was intoxicated by the deliciousness of roasted corn, the others expressed their feelings about the corn because they had never tasted such good corn.

Not only are these corns very delicious, they are also very large, as thick as an adult's arms, and the corn cob is small, so the yield is definitely not small.

Everyone was discussing while eating corn, and soon the sky began to brighten.

The butcher Zeng Weichao threw the corn cob in his hand into the fire, stood up and said loudly, "We're starting to work!"

As a member of the Wei generation, Zeng Weichao's seniority in the village is considered high, and he is a butcher, so the task assigned is naturally his job.

Under Zeng Weichao's command, several young men who helped walked around the pigpen in the backyard from the old house. There were already 10 pigs waiting for them.

Most of these pigs were purchased by Zeng Zhi from farmers in the village, but three of them were raised by Zeng Zhi's own family, which is also the number of New Year pigs killed by the Zeng Zhi family in the past few years. If Zeng Zhi had not accidentally obtained the Qinglian Secret Realm and changed his destiny this year, they would have killed the three fat pigs raised by themselves.
Chapter completed!