There was a heavy rain last night, and thunder and lightning, as if the sky was pouring down. Bai Dong was so happy that he liked to fall asleep listening to the sound of rain. He didn't expect that the rain stopped just as he was about to close his eyes. It was really summer rain. It came and went faster, and the air was so humid that he could pinch out water even when the hair was grabbed. The bath was considered to be vain. It seemed that next time, the petals would have to be put on. Cao Er would take a bath once a day, and he didn't see her sweat much when running wild in Zhuangzi. This was definitely not a genetic problem, but definitely the function of petals.

I couldn't sleep anymore. I counted the stars through the window, and the rain clouds had long since dispersed. The sky seemed to have just been washed. The stars were as beautiful as the eyes of the **, very much like the girl in the white dress who accompanied him on the water and wood lake in his previous life, and a little like bitter wine. Several constellations sometimes combined to turn into a beautiful face, familiar and unfamiliar. Just like this era, the familiar old Qin and the strange and tyrannical Qin Wei Yang would sooner or later enter Qin again. This brotherly love is deep. Old Qin, a young official, who often jumps around, is about to embark on the road of prosperity. After several lifetimes of savings, he will eventually unify the world and become the "tyrannical Qin" criticized by later Confucian scholars. Will his butterfly play a little role and prevent the old Qin from carrying the infamous for two thousand years?

I really thought too much. This kind of skill of saving the world through the country is not something that I, a person who advocates small families, should consider. How tired? It’s so hot that I felt sweaty. Suddenly I remembered what Master Bai Long said, today is the end of my indignation?

The windows were opened to the maximum, and there was no wind at all. Cao'er didn't run to the yard to make a sound. He was playing too crazy during the day? He heard that the family had to open a private school to set rules. The little girl was very excited and nervous. These days, she had fallen into the final madness. There was no fish in the lake and was abused by her. The chickens and pigs raised by the tribesmen were affected. A black flower pig from a nephew's house was stuffed with a stone by her and Sangwazi. It is said that she didn't pull down her shit for three days. The old nephew was almost angry. If it weren't for the lack of seniority, he would have fought with Cao'er!

Thinking of the poor black flower pig from the fate of the old Qin Kingdom, this thinking is too leaps. It is said to be a necessary quality for scientists in later generations. Bai Dong knew that this was so hot that he couldn't sleep anyway, so he simply put on a pair of cloth slippers out of the house. Slippers were also his invention. It was so convenient to wear this thing and wander around at home. Now it is not only Baijiazhuang, but also there is one where Jun Shang. Jing Jian said that Li Jiang wore this thing all day and walked around the palace. The nearby servants now thanked Bai Dong. When Mrs. Guo put on this thing, he could hear the sound of "tap and tap" from afar, and he was no longer afraid of being discovered by his wife when she was whispering. There was a lady who was most beloved by her wife because she said a few words behind her back, and her tongue was pulled out and her nose was cut off.

Baijiazhuang is beautiful at night, and the sky is clean like a sanitary city facing inspection in later generations. The moon shadow is reflected in the lake, and you can faintly see the mountains and ravines on the surface of the moon like a rabbit pounding medicine. Bai Dong is very strange. The old Qin people are not all myopic. How did the legend of Houyi and Chang'e be established? Did the ancients have such rich imagination that they could associate a great beauty from a rabbit? How romantic, hungry, and thirsty?

There are no fish in the lake, and there is no wind tonight. The beautiful scenery of Linlin's silver-poto jade plate cannot be seen. The willow trees by the lake are drooping their heads, like cunning old tree monsters. Bai Dong felt bored and suddenly heard a low whimper.

A large black shadow was slowly moving over from afar. Hundreds of pairs of yellow, green, and green light spots were swaying and not scattered. If a girl changed, she had to be scared on the spot. Bai Dong laughed: "Uncle Wa, is this Du Xia's Fu Dog?"

Eating dog meat is not Liu Bang's patent, nor is it the national treasure of Simida in later generations. It was popular in the old Qin Kingdom at this time. Eating dog meat into the mist is said to remove red fire poison gas, which has the effect of strengthening muscles and bones to nourish yin and yang. The old Qin people are fascinated by the belief that large-scale killing of dogs will attract revenge on Tiangou, so they choose to sneak into dogs on the day of Fuku. Among them, black dogs are the best, followed by flower dogs, and yellow dogs are the second. It is important to see the moon but not see it. When the head rises, only dog ​​meat is allowed in the cauldron. The skin and hair of dogs must be buried deep underground. Otherwise, if they are seen by Tiangou, they will swallow the head.

Uncle Wa was in front of him. His fur looked smooth under the moonlight, and they were all top-quality. Sang Wazi and Gou Zuozi drove away the dogs with a willow branch in their hands, and shouted in their mouths. Bai Dong wanted to laugh, but it was not a carriage. What were these two boys calling?

Sang Wazi squeezed his eyes: "Ping'anlang, Master Bai Long said, you are the noble of our Bai family. You don't need to do anything like killing dogs. What do you do when you run out? Isn't it disgusting?" Sang Wazi is a festival for the Qin people. It's like this every year, and when killing dogs, he only needs young men who have not been crowned. Sang Wazi is one of them. However, when he was in Yishi Village, he killed most of the wild dogs with long hair. Today, he bought a good black dog from Liyang. His hands were itchy and he wanted to show off in front of Bai Dong. The old man in the clan praised his friends every day. He liked and jealous. Today he wanted to show off his skills and prove that he could also surpass Bai Dong.

"Haha, then you go and kill me. I'll go out and I'll come back before the third update. Uncle Wa, please roll the dog meat in the pot three times. Every time you see the water rolling, take it out, pour all the water away, don't leave a trace of dog oil, put the rolled meat in the kitchen and wait for me. I'm going to find something. With it, the best dog meat this year is produced by our Baijiazhuang, and the meat fragrance will fill the entire city of Liyang!"

Seeing Bai Dong jumping into the carriage and roaring away with several young and strong people in the clan, Bai Wa nodded: "Ping'anlang is still the same Peaceful Lang. The high-ranking official shows his title and never forgets his roots. He is a good man from the Bai family. Sangwazi. In the future, you will learn more from Peace'anlang and you will benefit from it."

"Um."

Sang Wazi nodded, thinking that what Peaceanlang is going to do? Just cook dog meat, just cook dog meat. It is cooked like this every year. Dog oil is the best thing. Will it smell better without this meat? He also poured out all the dog oil. He became more and more strange and made him curious.

When Bai Dong left, he brought the chopped pig intestines. The carriage ran wildly in the night. Until a vast flood appeared in front of him, he stopped the car and took a few young and strong men in the tribe to jump out of the car, divided the broken intestines, spread them and touched the lakeside.

Why did you forget the most wonderful method of making dog meat in later generations? If it weren't for the day when the dog was split, I wouldn't remember that Baijiazhuang was newly built, and this festival could not be over. I heard that even the Liyang Palace was treating dog meat, so I guess I couldn't eat it. Lao Yinglian's stomach could only be saved by Doctor Bai.

Stepping into the water, stirring up a wave of broken moons, Bai Dong smiled unconsciously. When it comes to making dog meat, who else can surpass Fan Kuai in later generations? It’s a coincidence that he really knows the secret recipe for dog meat that even Pei Gong wants to jump over the wall.
Chapter completed!