"Come! Let's have something different tonight."

Xue Zijin carried a large, freshly baked iron pot and shouted proudly to the people working in the camp.

Everyone knows that the girl was hammering away at the col this afternoon for the iron pot in her hand.

Now it's done, no matter whether this iron pot can make delicious food, as long as it has meat to eat.

So everyone excitedly echoed loudly: "Thank you, miss! You guys are in a good mood."

"Yes! Follow the girl and you will have meat to eat. Come on, everyone!"

Everyone happily sped up the movements of their hands.

Xue Zijin was also in a good mood. He oiled the new pot inside and out with a piece of fat meat two fingers thick, then cleaned it and put it back on the stone stove.

Before the iron pot was almost ready, Hongxiu went back to Dongzhuang's old house and brought nearly ten kilograms of pork belly and carrots.

Now that the meat and carrots have been cut as required, we are just waiting for the iron pot to be lit to stir-fry.

Xue Zijin holds the spoon and his red sleeves burn the fire.

A dozen women and children gathered around the stove, staring intently.

The iron pot was beaten very thin, and the bottom of the pot was soon red-hot.

Xue Zijin put a large pot of chopped pork belly into the pot and stir-fried it.

By the way, this spatula is also new.

So even if there's a lot of meat, it doesn't take much effort to stir-fry.

After the water in the meat is fried, the lard comes out sizzlingly.

The smell of meat immediately wafted far away.

It kept the workers looking towards the work shed.

The people around the stove felt the deepest, and the adults could still control their saliva and not make a fool of themselves.

But those children are not that good at concentration.

Everyone was drooling so much that their chests were wet.

Xue Zijin was very satisfied with everyone's response.

After the pork belly was fried until golden brown on both sides, she added half a bowl of dried chili chopped into fine dices and stir-fried it.

The flavor of chili pepper mixes with the aroma of meat.

Good guy.

All the people working there were excited.

Everyone was noisy and exclaimed that it smelled so good that they couldn't think of anything else to do.

Xue Zijin was afraid that they would chop down his hands like trees, so he asked the children whose eyes were glued to the stove to tell everyone to stop and rest.

She originally thought that the children would turn around and be reluctant to leave, but as soon as she finished speaking, several children ran away in the blink of an eye.

"Dad...brother...the lady has let everyone eat!"

"Dad...brother...the girl asked everyone to wash their hands and eat!"

"Dad...brother...the girl said she eats meat!"

Xue Zijin: "..."

OK!

That’s exactly what it means.

When the workers heard from a distance that dinner was about to begin, they all ran to the camp.

In the blink of an eye.

The open-air stove was tightly surrounded by people on three floors inside and three outside.

Xue Zijin put a large pot of carrots into the pot and stir-fried it for a few times, then closed the wooden lid and turned around. Looking at more than two hundred pairs of shining eyes, he calmly said: "There is still some time before dinner, let's practice first."

Also practice concentration.

Fuck...drill?

Everyone looked at each other.

All they can think about now is eating meat, so how can they be willing to practice!

"But...it's almost dinner time. After running around Nanshan, the meat should be cold!"

Dingshan swallowed his saliva and glanced at the fragrant large iron pot with a look of reluctance on his face.

Zhao Cheng, who was not dealing with Dingshan and others, took advantage of the opportunity to argue angrily: "Not to mention the meat is cold, with the speed of a tortoise, I'm afraid it won't be until tomorrow morning to get back!"

"Who are you calling a turtle?"

Qiu Wu pointed at Zhao Cheng and walked over aggressively, looking like he was going to fight.

Zhao Cheng was not afraid of him. He rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward to greet him: "Tsk! It's half an hour's journey, but you just ran for an hour and a half. What else is it if it's not like a tortoise crawling?"

"You fucking dare say it again."

"As the turtle crawls, the turtle crawls...Grandpa said, you think everyone is just those two sickly boys!"

Yesterday, Dingshan and his group beat Wei Rong and Xiaojiu, but Zhao Cheng and others did not dare to come forward to help.

But in the end, they were holding their breath.

It is also true that the two hundred people bought by Xue Zijin can no longer deal with the dozen or so people like Dingshan.

They had to confront them about everything. If Xue Zijin hadn't been here all day, the two groups would have fought long ago.

Seeing the two people staring at each other and wanting to bite each other, Xue Zijin raised his eyebrows slightly and said coldly: "It's not impossible to fight if you want."

When Qiu Wu and Zhao Cheng heard this, they froze and immediately took a step back.

Xue Zijin slowly wiped his hands with a cotton towel and continued in an unhurried tone: "If you have grudges and want to talk with your fists, you can give the other party a fight. As long as the other party agrees, I will set up a stage for you. The rules are as follows:

One, cannot harm life.

After the fight is over, all grudges are settled, and you are not allowed to speak ill of each other again."

After all! She looked at the two people who were still glaring at each other and asked, "What do you think? Do you want to go to the ring and fight openly?"

Zhao Cheng rubbed his nose with his thumb and looked at Qiu Wu and others with provocative eyes as he uttered one word: "Hit."

"Okay! Just fight."

Qiu Wu was not willing to show weakness and shouted loudly.

The scene suddenly became heated.

Seeing the militant factors being aroused in the young adults, the faces of women and old people were filled with worry.

"Girl! My Zhao Cheng is so thin, he will definitely not be able to defeat Qiu Wu! Don't you want them to succeed?"

"Yes! We, Zhao Cheng, have just had a few full meals. He is definitely not as strong as Qiu Wu!"

Zhao Cheng's father and mother stood in front of Xue Zijin, one on the left and the other on the right, their voices full of worry.

Xue Zijin pinched the cotton towel in his hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the arena only opens on the 15th day of every lunar month. Today is the 5th day of the lunar month, and they will have a duel in ten days. Zhao Cheng should not be too weak by then."

Zhao Cheng practiced Juntiquan for nearly an hour this morning. His talent is quite good. Although he is a little thinner, he can master the moves quite well.

Give him another ten days to practice and increase his physical strength. By then it’s still unclear who will win and who will lose!

"Mom and dad, don't worry so much. Ten days is enough for me to practice boxing and win."

Zhao Cheng pulled his parents aside to prevent them from embarrassing the girl.

Qiu Wu sneered: "With your small body, let alone ten days, even if I give you a hundred days, you are no match for me."

Xue Zijin smiled and clapped his hands: "Okay, the arena will open in ten days, now everyone should come and practice!"

As she said that, she stepped forward and took the lead in taking a steady step into a standard horse stance.

"This is a basic skill for training the lower body. It's called Horse Step. Everyone squats like I do. Whoever can persist until the food in the pot is cooked without falling over will be rewarded with an extra piece of meat."

Eating meat is also rewarded.
Chapter completed!