Looking at the reactions of several people, Doma giggled.

After laughing, he said, "Don't be afraid, this is really edible, it's delicious. It's called stinky pork, it's smoked meat. Many people go to our village and want to eat this."

Ao Muyang smiled wryly and said, "Is that true? Why does this smoked meat taste like this?"

"Because it has been preserved for many years, this piece of meat is older than me. It was made by my father when he returned to the village." Doma explained.

Ao Muyang was shocked. According to La Zhong's words, he had been back to the village for more than ten years, and the meat had been preserved for more than ten years. Although he knew that the smoked meat had been preserved for a long time, it had been so many years...

Doma smiled and said, "Uncle the village chief, it's really okay. In our village, almost only guests come to visit, so that the family members will have the opportunity to eat stinky pork. This is the highest etiquette for us to entertain guests. In our place, the age of stinky pork hanging and how much it is a sign of the wealth of the family. For example, half of the stinky pork hung in our house, and then my dad took it away when he left."

Lazhong said a serious sentence, and Doma translated: "My father said that the stinky pork was bought by him and made by him, so he would take it away when he left."

The father and son warmly invited them to taste the meat. Ao Muyang brought a small stove, which burned acetylene, and the firepower was fierce, so the dogs could not eat it.

He lit the small stove, took water and poured it on, then cut the smelly pork into slices and threw it in and cooked it. In addition, he cut some meat into long strips, grabbed it with a wooden stick and roasted it on the fire, and took it back and ate it directly.

The first piece was handed to Ao Muyang. Old Ao looked around. Yang Shuyong and others stood far away, all looking at him with a smile on their faces, smiling gloatingly.

Lao Ao could not hurt other people's friendship, so he could only take it and stuff it into his mouth and chew it.

The meat smelled very bad, but after it was burned, it didn't smell much. The first thing I felt was a smoky smell, but it might be that he had adapted to the stinky smell.

The smoky and irritating taste still has no smell, and it is replaced by the unique aroma of bacon. Moreover, because the pork has been drying for a long time, it is very chewy, but it is not so hot. It tastes like jerky, and the taste is very good.

He laughed, crunching and chewing vigorously.

Lazhong burned a few more pieces and handed them to the others. The others shook their heads and looked awe-faced.

Ao Muyang explained: "They don't eat pork."

La Zhong nodded suddenly: "Oh, the director is the director, Peng You who travels to the sun at night on the construction site."

He handed the pork to his son and said regretfully: "Oh, kerosene can't be used as a milule. Liu Ran Keyi let them eat milule."

The group didn't know what Milule was, and they didn't want to know, because they didn't eat this thing anyway.

In addition to the roasted pork, there is also pork soup. After cooking, the smell spreads in the soup. The soup is gray and sticky. Ao Muyang took a sip and felt that it had a smell, so he didn't drink it, but continued to eat dried pork with roasted pork.

La Zhong and his son took a bite of soup and meat, and they ate it so comfortably.

The dogs surrounded him, and the wolf, big wolf, and the other two came over. Obviously, they were looking forward to this kind of stinky meat.

Doma cut off the meat and gave them to eat it. Lazhong looked distressed. Some time ago, they could only eat some smelly pork a week each. He originally planned to use this piece of pork to spend the whole winter.

After dinner, they walked to the side of the road. There is now a shuttle bus on the road, which is sent from the county to the town, and they leave the bus. They just need to wait for the shuttle bus to pass by.

When the bus stopped, the driver frowned when he saw the sloppy father and son Lazhong, and when he saw them with a group of dogs, he shook his head directly: "Dogs can't get in the car."

Yang Shuyong said carelessly: "Old Zhao, you are all our fellow villagers in your car. Who doesn't have a dog? How about taking a dog into the car? Can you scare them?"

When he saw it was him, the driver's tone suddenly softened: "Oh, Brother Yong, I don't care, but the company has rules and regulations, and animals are not allowed to get on the bus."

"Get out of here, have I seen a little girl carrying a dog into your car. Why? Can't we get on the girl?" Yang Shuyong said arrogantly.

He pushed Ao Muyang again and said, "Do you know who this is? The big dragon head of Longtou Village!"

Ao Muyang's photos have been frequently reported. He is a little famous in Hongyang. Recently, he has also become an internet celebrity, and the driver recognizes him.

After seeing him, the driver felt relieved: "Okay, then you get in the car. If someone complains to me, you can solve this problem for me."

Ao Muyang waved his hand and said, "Don't listen to Lao Yang. Let's go up and the dogs run behind you, but you drive slowly so that they can keep up."

This place is not far from the village. They spent a lot of time before, because they crossed mountains and ridges.

Listening to their words, La Zhong spoke: "Village Chief, Woman Zhalong's man is a man who is carrying a dog yesterday."

Zhalong's life is a dog. There are distinguished guests at home. Girls in the village tribe can pick and touch them at will. They don't care. However, there are two things that are not allowed to touch outsiders, namely hunting dogs and hunting rifles.

Locally operated cars allow dogs to get on the car, because hunters usually bring dogs when going out.

Ao Muyang patted Lazhong's shoulder and said, "Let them run with you, there are people in the car who are afraid of dogs."

Doma smiled and said a few words to his father, Lazhong nodded and said, "Wo understands, dad understands, follow the customs."

Ao Muyang was stunned. I understand all these idioms? I am still good at it.

The car started, and it was impossible to run fast on the mountain road. Such a group of dogs were chasing behind. Lang Er didn't want to follow him, so he accelerated and ran in front of the car and screamed all the way, his voice was very aggrieved...

After taking Lazhong and his son back to the village, he temporarily placed the two in a small building, and then went to Ao Zhisheng to complete the admission procedures for Doma and handle the employment of Lazhong.

The arrival of the two foreigners did not cause any waves in the village. Foreigners came every now and then, and everyone had long been accustomed to this kind of thing.

Seeing that Ao Muyang was busy with the father and son as soon as he came back, Ao Fugui wondered: "Yangzi, why are you so active in this matter? What are the benefits of these two people to the village?"

Ao Muyang said: "What are the benefits and bad things? The hands of giving roses will have fragrance. We must have the quality of helping others. And I said that we must have a sense of social responsibility."

After pausing, he continued: "Lazhong and Doma are the Zalong people with very few people now, and belong to ethnic minorities. Sometimes some things are difficult for us to deal with, but if there are ethnic minorities, it will be easier to deal with. You don't understand the country's protection policy for ethnic minorities, but I understand."

Ao Fugui laughed and said, "I know you are not at ease."

Ao Muyang rolled his eyes: "Get out, even if they are not ethnic minorities, we have to help. You can't let them die of freezing in the mountains, right? There are many employment opportunities in the village, and there is more family, which is not that they can't afford it. How can you not save me when I die?"
Chapter completed!