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Yellow mud, tung tree leaves, clam meat, empty shells, purslane.

If Lin Chuan hadn't taken out salt and chili powder from the bag, the three of them might not have dared to eat this meal.

Just as Lin Chuan wrapped the chicken in tung leaves and started to smear it with mud, Wang Long suddenly screamed:

"Beggar's Chicken, Chuanzi, is this beggar's chicken?"

Lin Chuan gave him a strange look: "Hmm, there's a problem."

"No, haha, it's beggar's chicken, the kind of beggar's chicken that Hong Qigong ate."

Lin Feng and Wang Liang didn't know what beggar's chicken was, but they knew about Hong Qigong, so they got excited for no reason and gathered around, chattering away.

The topic quickly veered to who was more powerful, Hong Qigong or Ouyang Feng…

Lin Chuan ignored them, took a stick and dug two holes next to the fire pit, put the chicken in the holes, and then moved the fire above it.

Then Lin Chuan brought over two bamboo tubes and stuffed the clam meat, which had been marinated with chili powder and salt, into them.

Stuff a layer of clam meat, then a layer of purslane, until it's about 80% full, then place it near the fire.

The remaining meat and purslane were stuffed into their shells, and a wooden frame was built over the fire to roast them.

"Wow, Chuanzi, what kind of way are you eating this? Using their shells to roast their meat, only you could do that."

"Then you can eat less later?"

"That won't do. Eating less would be disrespectful to you."

The group argued for a while, but soon they all shut up.

As they cooked, the juices inside the shells began to bubble and release a wonderful aroma that wafted into their noses.

"Chuanzi, is it cooked yet?"

When Wang Long asked the question, he secretly swallowed. Lin Chuan picked up a piece of food with the chopsticks he had sharpened and put it in his mouth.

The tender clam meat has a slightly crisp texture, and the broth from the purslane has a hint of sourness.

The addition of chili spiciness and saltiness gives the clam meat a unique flavor profile when grilled, with a combination of freshness, saltiness, sourness, and spiciness.

"Mmm, hot hot hot, delicious, Chuanzi, you're amazing (thumbs up)."

Lin Chuan had already started eating, so the three of them naturally joined in. As soon as they took a bite, Wang Liang cried out in pain from the heat.

He didn't spit it out; he sipped it, swirling it around in his mouth a few times, praising Lin Chuan as he ate.

As for Wang Long and Lin Feng, they were busy eating, but when Wang Liang gave a thumbs up, they also gave a thumbs up.

There were only a dozen or so grilled clam shells, which were quickly devoured by the four of them.

However, the food in the bamboo tube was cooked by now, and the clam shell served as a bowl, so they continued eating.

Before long, the clam meat in the two bamboo tubes was all eaten, and not even a drop of broth was left.

"No wonder Yanzi always goes to your house and is reluctant to leave, saying that your cooking is better than my mom's."

I didn't believe it at first, but now I do. If I had this kind of food, I'd want to go to your house for meals every day!

Lin Chuan said nonchalantly, "Go ahead, it's not like I'll miss your meal."

"You said it yourself, I'll go right away."

"Go ahead, it's just a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks. Liangzi will go too."

Lin Chuan flipped the beggar's chicken over and continued roasting it, while the group lay on the grass not far away chatting.

We chatted for a while, and then I just fell asleep.

Lin Chuan woke up first in the middle of the night. He was woken up by Wang Liang, who was grinding his teeth.

The key point is that he didn't know when he brought the idiot close to Lin Chuan's head.

The sound of teeth grinding rang in Lin Chuan's ears, causing him to have strange dreams all night.

After checking the time, Lin Chuan woke them up.

"Hmm, what time is it?"

"It's 3:30, everyone get up."

"Hmm~, why so early?"

"There are no wild boars around here, let's go somewhere a bit further away today."

The most recent group of wild boars was killed by them yesterday. Lin Chuan is planning to go to another place today, which is a bit far from here.

As they were releasing the water, Wang Long suddenly exclaimed, "Holy crap, Chuanzi, did we forget something?"

"What did you forget? I'm warning you, just keep talking, don't turn around."

The tap wasn't turned off yet, and the young man was quite energetic; just now, with a sudden movement, the water spray almost hit Lin Chuan like a whip.

"Beggar's chicken? We haven't eaten beggar's chicken yet."

"Hmm, it seems so."

I haven't eaten the beggar's chicken I roasted yesterday yet. I fell asleep while chatting and completely forgot about it.

Wang Long was particularly enthusiastic: "I'll go start the fire."

Lin Chuan didn't stop him, and waited until he finished burning the offerings before smiling and saying:

"It'll probably take almost an hour if it gets hot. Longzi, are you sure you want to wait? If you do, then we're leaving."

"Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier? Then all that fire was for nothing."

"It wasn't burned for nothing."

Lin Chuan found two stones and covered the beggar's chicken with them, so that the fire could only reach the stones and prevent the chicken from burning. After doing this, he clapped his hands:

"Let's go, we can eat when we get back."

Lin Chuan led them up the ridge. Their previous location was on the outer edge, at the foot of the mountain.

This time, Lin Chuan planned to go to the top of the mountain, where there was a relatively large herd of wild boars, numbering more than a dozen.

"Phew, Chuanzi, we're still not there. We've been walking for almost half an hour."

There's a saying that goes, "Going up a mountain is easy, but going down is hard," which actually refers to the danger involved; it's easy to slip and fall and have an accident when going down a mountain.

In terms of sheer exhaustion, climbing a mountain is definitely more tiring.

After climbing for more than half an hour, all three of them, except for Lin Chuan, were exhausted.

"We've arrived. You guys rest for a bit, I'll go check on things."

Lin Chuan remembered the location of the wild boar by smelling it before. He only knew that the boar's den was here, but now that the wild boar has started moving around, he doesn't know if it's still there.

However, Lin Chuan's points have now exceeded one thousand again, so if all else fails, he will use the remaining Pig King's Sense of Smell.

Anyway, as long as he finds the pig, it's not difficult for him to take down something weighing hundreds or thousands of pounds, so he won't lose money no matter how you look at it.

But he was lucky today; Lin Chuan found a herd of wild boars just by wandering around.

There were thirteen in total, the larger ones weighing four or five hundred pounds and the smaller ones weighing several tens of pounds.

Seeing the small one reminded Lin Chuan of what happened the night before last.

His eyes darted around, and he went back to call Lin Feng and the other two together.

"Climb a tree? Chuanzi, why would you climb a tree? And with a gun, what if wild boars run down there for us to shoot?"

"Maybe it really is."

Although they didn't understand what Lin Chuan was up to, the three of them still chose a tree each under Lin Chuan's arrangement.

Seeing that they had all climbed up the trees and hidden themselves, Lin Chuan placed his bow and arrows and gun on the middle tree.

The wild boar herd, on the outskirts, Lin Chuan is back.

But the problem now is how he can get his hands on the baby wild boar.

Lin Chuan wandered around outside for more than ten minutes, but he still didn't have the same luck as last time and couldn't find an opportunity.

The little wild boar is a rare breed with a black back, white belly, and white hooves. It's very cute as it hops and skips through the forest.

But this little wild boar was clearly more obedient, staying within the herd's encirclement, which made it more difficult to deal with.

Finally, Lin Chuan gritted his teeth, ran to the path they were moving in, and climbed a tree.

Since we can't outsmart them, we'll have to resort to brute force.

Time passed slowly, and the wild boar herd finally began to move, in the direction Lin Chuan had predicted.

When the little wild boar reached Lin Chuan's feet, Lin Chuan suddenly jumped down from the tree and pinned the little wild boar down.

"My son, my son."

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(Thanks to my three godfathers, 11547, 23106, and Uncle Jiang, for their monthly tickets, and to all the readers who gave me recommendation tickets and have read this far.)

This is chapter two. There's one more chapter to write after I wake up.