On a hot afternoon, even the birds were not happy to scream. The huge sun in the sky seemed to burn people, and could only hear the endless cicadas on the trees screaming.

The meal was full of sweat. After Bian Rui and Yan Lan sent off Mr. Yan to rest on a recliner. At this time, Bian Rui had no clothes on his body except for a pair of big shorts. On the armrest of the recliner, he hung a small vest that had just been soaked on his body.

Yan Lan wears more, a sports vest and a small white loose skirt that reaches her knees.

Dasha was lying next to Yan Lan's recliner. The dog now wanted to stretch his tongue out, and his belly was shaking like a small motor.

"Can you stop flipping around, making my heart unable to calm down?" Yan Lan said angrily when she heard Bian Rui keep flipping over beside her.

It was too stuffy and made both of them feel bad.

Bian Rui suddenly turned around: "The weather is so hot that it's so life-threatening. No, I have to go to the lake to take a shower. Will you go?"

Yan Lan heard this and said, "Take a bath? I don't know how many people there are now. The whole village probably is soaking in the lake now. You go, I won't go, it's too embarrassing."

Bian Rui walked to Yan Lan, reached out to pull Yan Lan up, and then gently patted her on the butt: "Why, I dislike the villagers?"

"No, it's so embarrassing. So many people and half-old children are naked..." Yan Lan said.

When Yan Lan thought of swimming in the lake, she blushed a little. Children under the age of ten in the village, regardless of gender, were naked in swimming in the lake, and they were all fluttering around the lake. Everyone didn't care, but Yan Lan felt a little embarrassed.

Bian Rui didn't agree and said, "Just think too much, I don't know how many lifetimes we have been here. Okay, let's not squeeze into the lake with them, let's swim in the pond, we're the two of us."

After saying that, Bian Rui smiled twice, reached out to hold Yan Lan's chin and even understood the little meaning.

Yan Lan's face turned red: "If you don't go, if you don't go, it's better to go to the lake than to swim with you in the pond."

Bian Rui was about to tease Yan Lan, but suddenly he heard a little guy's voice coming from outside: "Uncle 19, Uncle 19, my breasts asked me to come over and ask you if you want chicken head rice? If you want it, she will pick more..."

After saying that, the little guy stood on the other side of the screen wall, leaning on the screen wall and looking at Bian Rui.

Bian Rui waved his hand, and the little guy ran to Bian Rui quickly and couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth, revealing two front teeth and gums.

Bian Rui reached out and bent down and grabbed a handful of snacks from Xiaomu in the middle of Yan Lan's recliner, trying to stuff them into the little guy's pocket, but after looking at it, he found that the little guy had no pocket at all.

"Pick up the clothes." Bian Rui grabbed the snacks and signaled to the little kid.

The little guy said that he just used Bian Rui. He just lifted his vest like this and covered his snacks with his clothes, revealing a bulging belly.

Bian Rui reached out and slapped the boy's cute belly, making a thud sound like a slap in the watermelon, and said with a smile: "This watermelon is ripe!"

The little guy took two steps back, chuckled and turned around and ran out of the yard.

When I arrived at the door, I remembered that my question had not been answered yet, so I turned my head.

Bian Rui said: "I understand, I'll pick it myself later."

The little guy ran away again after hearing this.

Yan Lan and the little guy left, asked, "What is chicken head rice?"

Bian Rui thought for a while and said, "What have you done in Mingzhu over the years? Have you ever eaten chicken head rice porridge?"

The chicken-head rice seems to have eaten less than the northerners, and this thing is served in the territory of Jiangnan and Zhejiang Province.

Yan Lan shook her head: "No, I haven't heard of it."

Bian Rui sighed: "You young people, alas."

"Stop talking nonsense, please explain it." Yan Lan saw that Bian Rui was still holding it up, so she stretched out her feet and made a posture when I was about to kick someone.

Bian Rui was not afraid that she would show her hand to scratch her soles, Yan Lan quickly retracted her feet, then rolled up her body, and hid the soles of her feet firmly.

"Small, I can't deal with you anymore." After saying that, Bian Rui blew his fingers.

"Say it," Yan Lan urged.

Bian Rui said: "I can't sleep even if I'm so hot. Let's go and collect chicken head rice together?"

Yan Lan looked up at the sun, thinking that this is the case. I don’t know why these days, but the weather in the mountains has become so hot. From the weather forecast, the highest temperature in the provincial capital has reached 40 degrees today. The whole Jiangnan has been named after the dog days. The name of the stove that has not been burned for many years is also considered a reputation for himself this year.

"Okay, I can't do anything else in such a hot day," Yan Lan said.

With Yan Lan's words, Bian Rui began to prepare. First, the baskets for filling chicken head rice are essential. In addition to the basket, there is also a skin-like type, and half of the body is enough. The water in the chicken head rice pond in Bianjia Village is not deep, and the deepest place is to half of the thigh.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Lan saw Bian Rui take two pairs of leather bags to his feet, then walked out of the door with a scythe and asked.

Bian Rui said: "Make a knife and cut a chicken head rice."

Yan Lan was very curious and stretched her head for a while and saw Bian Rui returning to the yard with two small bamboo pieces. Looking at the color of the bamboo pieces, she knew that Bian Rui had just gone out to cut the bamboo, and only these two pieces of things were left in one bamboo.

"Cut with bamboo? Can this thing be cut?" Yan Lan expressed doubts about the two square green bamboos on Bian Rui's hand.

Bian Rui said: "Of course this cannot be cut. You can wait a moment, I will deal with this bamboo piece."

If you want to say that Rui’s handicrafts are really not a cover, the craftsmanship that is often practiced by making zithers on the **-head rice knife is easy! In less than two bamboo chicken-head rice knifes were ready.

"Can this thing work?"

Yan Lan took a bamboo knife from Bian Rui's hand and looked carefully. The bamboo knife was a bit like a dart, with a waist tucked between the tips of the two ends, about fifteen centimeters in length, and the edge was cut off from the surrounding area, saying it was a sharp edge, but in Yan Lan's eyes, it was not sharp and it was difficult to kill the chicken.

Bian Rui said: "It is difficult to understand anything to tell you now. Practice will lead to true knowledge. Let's go around the field and you will know how this thing is used. Let's go! There is no silly cow to use now. Should we ride a little sheep or what do you say?"

Yan Lan said: "Little lamb, by the way, did I ask you to add oil yesterday? The little lamb seems to have no oil."

After hearing this, Bian Rui glared at Yan Lan: "When you come on, the car can ride out of Mars."

Yan Lan, Ma Daha, never refuels now. Once his car is out of gas, he runs to two large cruisers to pump. After the big cruise, he catches Bian Rui's little sheep to pump oil. When he mentions this, Bian Rui is really speechless. Every time he makes Bian Rui rides a bicycle, he must first check the oil. Even if the oil just added the day before, he has to watch it. If he accidentally has less than ten kilometers of oil left in a tank of oil yesterday.

"Why just buy a barrel of oil?" Yan Lan felt a little embarrassed.

Bian Rui said: "No, it's not safe to get a barrel of gasoline at home. When I refuel, I just need to get a 20-liter military barrel with one barrel."

As the two said that, Bian Rui pushed out the little lamb, Yan Lan went back to the house and took the straw hats for the two and buckled them on their heads. Then the two of them took the guys and headed towards the chicken-headed rice fields in the village.

The chicken-headed rice field is actually not a field, it is just a deserted pond. This pond belongs to the public in the village. It has a narrow area of ​​about seven or eight acres, and it is full of chicken-headed rice. When you arrive by the field, you see that the entire pond looks like it is covered with green plates.

"Why is it a bit similar to the lotus leaves? It's just that it's a little ugly than the lotus leaves, it's wrinkled," Yan Lan raised her feet and stood on the motorcycle and said in a shady manner.

Bian Rui said: "This is the leaves of chicken head rice. The scientific name of chicken head rice seems to be called water chestnut, which is the fruit of this thing. Okay, let's lean on the water and remember to occupy the shade first."

He parked the motorcycle in the shade on the shore. Bian Rui, who had just arrived at the place, found that the two of them had arrived a little early. There was no one in the whole chicken-tou rice field, and the aunts who were coming had not arrived yet.

The first one is to come, and now we will naturally occupy the place with shade. Who has ever experienced the feeling of standing in the sun in the dog days and wearing water?

After finding the nearest shade, Bian Rui and Yan Lan put on the water and leaned on it.

"I can't move." Yan Lan felt that she couldn't move her feet before she could walk two steps into the Chicken Mi Tangzi.

Bian Rui immediately taught his experience: "You still want to walk normally. At this time, your feet must go straight up and down, otherwise you can get rid of the mud even if you push the mud to your knees a few times, and you will lose your strength..."

After teaching for a while, Yan Lan was able to move her way up in the pond.

Fortunately, there are a lot of chicken head rice in the pond, so you can pick chicken head rice without running far away.

Bian Rui taught Yan Lan how to use a bamboo knife to cut the chicken head rice from the fruit shank without hurting the fruit shank. Bian Rui just took Yan Lan out to play and didn't expect her to do anything, so after teaching her a few times, she let Yan Lan play by herself, while Bian Rui focused on cutting the chicken head rice.

Yan Lan cut the first chicken head rice. She didn't think about whether the fruit shank was injured or not, but she cut it off anyway. She held it in her hand and looked at it repeatedly and asked, "Why is it called chicken head rice?"

Bian Rui straightened his waist and threw a fruit he had harvested into the basket: "Didn't you notice that the one growing on it looks like a chicken's mouth?"

"Not like!"

After hearing this, Bian Rui ignored Yan Lan and continued to work hard.

"Why don't you talk?"

Bian Rui touched the chicken head rice and said, "What did you say when you chatted to the sky?"

I called it chicken head rice because the fruit looks like a chicken head. Now you say it doesn’t look like it, so why do you talk about Bian Rui?

"Oh, okay, it's quite similar."
Chapter completed!