Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

Chapter 1233 is in complete chaos again.

After everyone scrambled for them, Wang An took a basket, filled it with about ten roasted squirrels and a few skewers of roasted sparrows, and handed it to Huang Zhong, saying to him:
"Take these greyhounds and sparrows to your sister and sister-in-law's house, let them have a taste, and while you're at it, call Xiaomei and Xiaoli out to eat some meat."

Before Huang Zhong could leave with the basin, Wang An took more than ten roasted squirrels and several skewers of sparrows into the basket, and said to Huang Zhong again:
"By the way, your uncle and aunt, as well as Sister Shen and Sister Zhao, are all working in the greenhouse. You can send some over to them too."

"Okay, I got it, big brother."

Huang Zhong agreed and ran into the house with the basket in his hand.

Wang An grabbed a fork and walked towards the pit where the beggar's chicken was buried. It had been buried in the charcoal fire for almost two hours, so the beggar's chicken should be cooked by now.

By parting the embers of the charcoal fire, Wang An used a fork to pick out the beggar's chicken, which had by then been roasted into a hard, clay-like ball.

To be honest, the black mud that had been roasted over a fire was really hard! Extremely hard, really hard. Wang An used a fork to pick up the mud ball and slammed it on the ground, thinking that it would be easier to just smash it. But the mud ball didn't break.

Wang An was stunned when he saw the mud ball on the ground that wasn't damaged at all.

Wang Ankabakabiao's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but mutter:

"Holy crap, this thing is so sturdy."

When the group of people who were chewing on sparrows saw Wang An's actions, they all put down their sparrows and gathered around.

He Liang glanced at his watch and said:
"There are only two, will they be cooked through?"

Wang An nodded, then glanced at He Liang with a smile and said:

"Since you've spoken, let's eat it hot, raw or cooked, hehehehehe."

To be honest, Wang An's attitude when he said those words was truly despicable.

He Liang was taken aback when he heard this, and then he couldn't help but laugh. He Liang had just said the same thing to Wang An, but he didn't expect Wang An to return the favor so quickly.

Unable to break the soil ball in one go, Wang An looked around and picked up the hammer he had used to dig the hole earlier.

Fearing he might smash the beggar's chicken flat with too much force, Wang An started hammering it.

After tapping it several times, the clod showed no mercy, only shedding a few bits of dirt like a stone.

Wang An put down the hammer and said, somewhat puzzled:

"This thing, is it deliberately trying to prevent us from eating it? Holy crap."

Seeing Wang An muttering to himself, the impatient Zhang Shuya couldn't help but snatch the hammer from his hand and say to him:
"Come on, give it to me. You can't even break this thing. Tell me, what else can you do?"

After Zhang Shuya snatched the hammer, she swung it and smashed it down on the dirt ball. Seeing this, Wang An quickly said:

"Gently, gently, don't smash the clods of dirt into your flesh."

With Wang An's strength, smashing a ball of dirt is naturally no problem, but if he were to smash a piece of dirt into the chicken meat with one blow, then the chicken meat would definitely be gritty no matter how you eat it.

The main problem is that, apart from the mud, the only things wrapped around the chicken were two layers of vegetable leaves and a layer of straw paper. These two things were absolutely no match for the impact of a hammer.

Unfortunately, although Wang An shouted very quickly, he couldn't outpace the hammer in Zhang Shuya's hand.

With a single blow, Zhang Shuya smashed the mud ball to pieces—or rather, broke it in two.

However, this mud ball wasn't smashed open vertically like cutting a watermelon; it was opened horizontally.

Therefore, this mud ball can no longer be called a "ball" and must be called a "cake".

That's right, it's a flatbread, a clay flatbread, and a clay flatbread with a hammer stuck in the middle.

It has to be admitted that Zhang Shuya is indeed a formidable woman with considerable strength! The crowd, who had been watching all this unfold, instantly transformed their initial excitement into astonishment, blankness, and a hint of disbelief.

Of course, Zhang Shuya was also stunned, staring blankly at the earthen cake on the ground, at a loss.

After a while, Zhang Shuya said with some guilt:

"Oops, I used too much force."

Wang An glanced at Zhang Shuya, then blinked and said with a chuckle:

"It's all thanks to my eldest sister's strength; she turned this mud ball into a mud cake with just one hammer blow."

Wang An's words immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter.

Zhang Shuya blushed and glared at Wang An, but her guilt lessened considerably.

As he spoke, Wang An squatted down, took the hammer aside, and picked up the broken clods of dirt one by one, wanting to see if the beggar's chicken, which had been smashed into a pancake, was still edible.

To everyone's surprise, after Wang An cleaned up the clods of dirt, although the straw paper wrapping the cabbage leaves had been torn to shreds, the cabbage leaves themselves were not torn.

Wang An speculated that the reason why the leaves of the cabbage became so firm and resilient was because they were blanched in water and then subjected to high temperatures in oil.

Of course, the iris used to wrap the vegetable leaves also plays a significant role, because as is well known, dried iris can be used as a rope after being soaked in hot water. In northern regions, iris is used as the rope for wrapping zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) during the Dragon Boat Festival.

Looking at the beggar's chicken, which had been smashed flat but still looked delicious, Wang An couldn't help but say happily:

"Great, great, really great! My sister's hammer blow really paid off. This meat is so mushy, we don't even have to chew it. We can just throw it in our mouths, slurp it up, and swallow it straight away, hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, the laughter that had just stopped immediately resumed.

Zhang Shuya could no longer bear Wang An's teasing, so she raised her hand and slapped Wang An twice on the back, saying "fiercely" to him:

"If you dare to babble again, I'll smash you flat."

Zhang Shuya's silence only made the laughter of the crowd grow louder.

After throwing away the straw paper along with the clod of earth, Wang An picked up the wicker on top and placed the flat piece on a sieve.

As you cut open the reeds and peel back the sticky vegetable leaves, the unique aroma of beggar's chicken instantly fills the air.

Everyone subconsciously muttered:

"Oh my god, this stuff smells amazing!"

It must be said that Wang An had never smelled this fragrance before.

Ignoring the scalding heat, Wang An swiftly tore off a large chunk of meat from the chicken leg and ran outside to the crowd.

This piece of meat weighs about one and a half pounds.

After hurriedly taking a bite, Wang An's only feeling was that the beggar's chicken tasted absolutely amazing!

Then, the piece of chicken was placed in a small basket.

At this moment, everyone realized what was happening and, regardless of whether they were dirty or not, reached out their hands towards the beggar's chicken placed on the steamer.

As a result, the six people were thrown into chaos once again.

(End of this chapter)