Chapter 582

Zhang Feng didn't explain.

At this time, in his mind, he couldn't help but come up with the production procedure of beggar chicken.

"Big fool, you run fast. Go to Lao he and secretly ask for some pepper, cinnamon and fragrant leaves, as well as the sauce and fine salt I cooked!"

"And iron bull, go and get me a bucket of water!"

They heard the speech and hurried away.

The eldest sun rushed to the edge for a while and asked, "Fengzi, are you missing something?"

"What?"

"Pot! How can I eat without pot?"

"Who said to eat chicken, we must have a pot?"

Zhang Feng smiled mysteriously.

When Chang sun Chong saw Zhang Feng smiling, he was not calm for a moment.

Every time this thing just smiles so cheap, it's going to do something!

At the thought of Zhang Feng's magical skills, Chang sun Chong couldn't help rubbing his hands. Seeing his appearance, Zhang Feng pointed to the chicken house and said, "butcher Zheng is watching here now. You're fast. Go touch some chickens and get some eggs by the way."

"OK!"

Seeing that something had been done, Chang sun rushed away.

Zhang Feng, with the golden machete inlaid with precious stones, found several banana trees just growing in the trees. He was overjoyed in an instant.

With this thing, it's easy to do.

When Zhang Feng resisted the banana tree back to a small stream between the two mountains, Chumo and the others came early and killed the chickens.

The ground was covered with white eggs.

Zhang Feng was stunned.

"Insect, did you rob butcher Zheng?"

"No, butcher Zheng heard that you wanted it. He chose ten big fat chickens and found a basket of eggs for me. He said the eggs stink when they can't be eaten!"

“……”

Zhang Feng was speechless.

"All right, you guys, find a lump of clean mud. It must be clean. It's best to dig it out from the ground. It's best to paste all these chickens."

Several people were confused.

What is this?

But I didn't ask.

He hurried away.

Chumo runs slowly and is caught by Zhang Feng.

"You stay and pick chicken feathers for me!"

“……”

Chumo is speechless.

He always had a little doubt that the goods meant something else, but he had no evidence, so he had to squat on the ground and pluck his hair.

And Zhang Feng's request is very chicken thief.

But where did Chumo do this chicken plucking?

Finally, as a last resort, Zhang Feng could only quietly call Gouzi and Zhu, which solved the big trouble.

When several people washed and stripped the chickens, Wei Shuyu came back with a large lump of mud of about 100 kg wrapped in their robes.

Several people put down the mud and watched Zhang Feng operate eagerly.

Zhang Feng's operation confused everyone again.

I saw what he cooked in a small pot, and then painted all the fragrant things on the chickens, but it was nothing. Finally, Zhang Feng wrapped all the chickens with banana leaves, and then wrapped the mud carefully.

That's it.

Then, in the inexplicable eyes of several people, Zhang Feng threw these chickens smeared with mud bumps into the fire, and then there was a fire in another place, which didn't count. After the dozen mud bumps were dried and the cracks opened, Zhang Feng took them out again and smeared them with a layer of mud, Then he asks Chumo to dig a big hole in the place where the fire has just been lit, throw in all these mud bumps, fill in the soil again and set off a fire.

That's it.

I can't help it. Several people are confused.

"Feng Zi, can you eat this thing?"

Have they ever seen such operations?

Even when I was marching and training outside before, I didn't do that? Can this thing be eaten after such a toss?

Zhang Feng glanced at the people and didn't speak. He gently opened the charcoal fire at the place where the fire was burning, put these eggs inside one by one, and carefully wrapped them with ashes.

This is even more incomprehensible to several people.

Several people stared at Zhang Feng tampering with the fire.

Chumo pokes Chumo at the squatting eldest son and asks, "is this product stimulated? Otherwise, why would it spoil things like this?"

"I swam past those with stoves. As for such a waste of things?"

Chang sun Chong looked at Zhang Feng and couldn't help sighing.

"Alas! If Lao Li or big cake's father knows that he dares to talk to Fengzi like that, believe it or not, his legs can't be saved. 1"

"Why?"

Several people couldn't help asking in doubt.

Chang sun Chong sighed, pointed to his head and said, "Feng Zi's head must have been broken by anger!"

“……”

Chumo turns his eyes.

Can this stuff piss your head off?

He really doesn't believe that.

As for Zhang Feng's pee, he doesn't call people crazy. It's all God's blessing, but... The dog day of big cake needs to teach him a lesson. This fucking pervert, if he makes Feng Zi anxious, we'll be unlucky at that time!

Think about it.

Chumo and Chang sun Chong begin to discuss how to engage in Du Gou.

It's really bad to clean up. What are you doing?

Shit.

The last few people really came up with a way.

Yes.

Wait, keep the chicken ass for him!