Eighty Cannon Fodder Turns Over 1-199

Chapter 75

Zhou Fugui picked up the flask on the table and poured Zhou Aiguo a glass of wine, then took a sip of the small wine cup in front of him, and filled his own wine cup by the way.

"Bacon? We still have this stuff in our house?" Zhou Aiguo looked at the dishes on the table, a little surprised.

"You didn't make this bacon?" Zhou Fugui's chopsticks sandwiched a piece of meat and was about to deliver it to his mouth. He couldn't help but pause when he heard Zhou Aiguo's words.

"When did I get bacon and come back?" Zhou Aiguo was also stunned.

In recent years, even though eating bites of meat is not as difficult as in previous years, it is not just what you want to eat.

In the countryside, killing pigs during the New Year is good enough to save half of the pork to eat at home. After the spring, the meat is not easy to store. People with the right conditions will usually smoke the pork left over from the killing of pigs into bacon in the few days before the New Year. If it is stored well, it will last for more than half a year!

Zhou Fugui's family also kills pigs during the Chinese New Year every year, and they also leave meat. Other people's family can cook two catties of meat for a meal, and they can be so shiny. Zhou Fugui's home? Two pounds of meat is not enough for everyone to stuff their teeth.

Zhou Fugui and his son are all delicious. The small half of pork left over from the killing of pigs in Zhou Fugui's family is good if they can eat the first month of the year.

Therefore, Zhou Fugui's family has never made bacon. With that spare time, for families of all sizes, it might as well go to the surrounding mountains to get more food. It's more realistic.

"Wang Myolie~! Wang Myolie~!" Seeing Zhou Aiguo's denial, the bacon on Zhou Fugui's chopsticks fell on the table.

"Ah~! The head, what's the matter with me?" Zhou Fugui's wife, Wang Xing'er, was busy in the kitchen. Hearing Zhou Fugui's roar, she quickly got out of the kitchen.

"Wang Myolie, where did your bacon come from?" Zhou Fugui pointed to the thin slices of meat on the plate and asked.

"Take it out of the belly of the dog you brought back." Faced with Zhou Fugui's anger, Wang Xing'er didn't dare to lie.

"Uh..." Zhou Fugui felt sick and couldn't help but vomit.

This stupid lady! The stupid is out of help! The bacon taken out of the dog's belly, and still take it for himself?

Zhou Fugui vomited twice without vomiting anything.

It's no wonder that Zhou Fugui always likes to eat slowly when he eats the food he likes, and Wang Xing'er brings the bacon to the table, and it has only been five or six minutes. Zhou Fugui chewed slowly, probably only eating two or three slices of bacon

What should I do if I eat it all in my stomach anyway? Even if he vomits, he can't solve his nausea!

Forget it, it's not clean, it's not sick after eating!

In less than half a minute, Zhou Fugui had already completed his mental construction.

"Rich, don't worry, I have washed it several times, and even cooked it twice in boiling water, and fried it with peppers, just..." Wang Xing'er's face was pale.

Myolie Wang was afraid that Zhou Fugui would hit her. Although Wang Xing'er gave birth to eight children for Zhou Fugui, when Zhou Fugui wanted to beat her, Wang Xing'er was only beaten.

"Uh~!" Zhou Fugui retched again. If it weren't for Wang Xinger's "deep processing", how could Zhou Fugui eat such food. The taste of chili is too overbearing, even if the ingredients are not so fresh, as long as it is mixed with chili, it is not so easy to taste.

Myolie Wang stood aside with her hands, not knowing what to do.

This morning, Zhou Fugui didn't know where he got a dead dog, and yelled to make Wang Xing'er take a few daughter-in-laws to work.

Zhou Fugui had a lot of family members, and Wang Xing'er was not willing to throw things away.

Wang Xing'er found a good piece of bacon in the dog's belly and was reluctant to throw it away. After he was ready to wash it, he would add something to himself and some daughter-in-laws.

Unexpectedly, less than ten minutes after the dog meat was simmered, Zhou Fugui smelled the scent of the stew, and the gluttons in his stomach could no longer be suppressed, so Wang Xinger quickly served him a bowl of meat to eat.

The dog meat hadn't been simmered yet, Wang Xinger was afraid of being scolded, so she had to cut the bacon thinly, fry it with chili, and bring it to Zhou Fugui.

Zhou Fugui saw that it was meat, but he didn't care why it wasn't dog meat. He ate it by himself.

"The bacon in the dog's belly? Dad, did you drag the dead dog home on the hill at the entrance of the village?" Zhou Aiguo's expression changed drastically.

The three words "dog, bacon, and bacon in the dog's belly" were linked together, making Zhou Aiguo a little frightened. Zhou Aiguo last night, just took the bacon that had been treated with rat medicine to "poison" the dog of Mrs. Zhou's house!

The piece of bacon in the dog's belly has been "preserved" by Zhou Aiguo with rat poison for a long time! The big black dog of Mrs. Zhou's family ate the bacon and fell to the ground with foam at the mouth.

Zhou Aiguo estimated that the toxicity of that piece of bacon should not be small. Otherwise, after he released the dog blood, he would have dragged the dog home.

In these years, who still abandons dog meat?

There is another road from Zhou Fugui's home to the entrance of the village, without going through the main road in the village.

This road is relatively biased, and it is necessary to detour a little longer. Under normal circumstances, villagers in Dahuang Village rarely pass this road.

Every time Zhou Aiguo "gets" something outside, he would go home by this road. Zhou Fugui also knew this road. It was not difficult to sneak a dead dog home from the entrance of the village.

"Yeah! Didn't you kill the dog? It's already dead anyway, it's better to stew meat for our family, so as not to waste it." Zhou Fugui said with joy.

"Father! Spit it out! Spit it out! Bacon is poisonous!" Zhou Aiguo's face turned pale.

What if Zhou Fugui ate bacon and drank wine, and was poisoned to death in a while?

Zhou Fugui was stunned. When Zhou Aiguo said that bacon was poisonous, Zhou Fugui felt that his stomach began to aches.

"You didn't kill the sixth aunt's dog? You poisoned it to death?" Zhou Fugui's expression changed drastically. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. At this moment, Zhou Fugui felt that his stomach hurts even more.

Seeing Zhou Aiguo nodded, Zhou Fugui was so frightened that he slid directly from the stool to under the table.

"Father, how are you? Is the stomach pain terrible?" Zhou Aiguo squatted down quickly and got Zhou Fugui out from under the table.

"I...my stomach...it hurts." Zhou Fugui said with difficulty.

Knowing that he had eaten the "additional" bacon, Zhou Fugui felt it was difficult to breathe, and even his body became stiff.

Wang Xing'er stood aside with his hands and feet, and when Zhou Fugui said that his stomach hurts, Wang Xing'er's brain went blank in fright. She wanted to step forward to help Zhou Fugui, but found that her legs simply didn't listen.

stomachache? Isn't it poisonous? Zhou Aiguo was scared to sweat.

Zhou Aiguo raised his head and saw the elder son who was digging his head outside the hall, and he quickly yelled: "Hammer, go and call Zhou Zhengyi to come over. Your grandfather is poisoned."

"Oh." Zhou Tiehui responded and ran away.