The vivid and interesting Shang will continue to talk half-literately:

You know, Cantonese people eat everything. Those with wings in the sky do not eat except airplanes, and those with legs on the ground do not eat except for tables and chairs. "Three screams, you know, you know, you can devour the newborn little mouse." When you dip your chopsticks in soy sauce, put them in your mouth and bite them with your teeth, you call them second, and when you swallow them, you call them third.

There is a dish in Hebei called "life and death". Stuff the soft-shelled turtle into the steamer, leaving only a small hole, and put a dish of sesame oil and other seasonings outside the hole. The soft-shelled turtle couldn't get heated in the steamer, so it stuck out its head and took a sip of sesame oil.

The soft-shelled turtle is cooked, and the sesame oil is also soaked into the internal organs. Then cut the pear into petals and put it around, which is the raw pear (away) and the dead turtle (don't).

Animals are human partners, and they are the masters of the earth. There are some animals that we must never eat again. If we eat again or eat cruelly, our nation will be damned.

Animals will also take revenge on us. Animals are not stupider than humans, sometimes smarter than us, at least they understand human nature.

Not long ago, I went to Gansu and saw such a thing. The peasants herded the sheep, and the sheep were all wearing cotton jackets. Why? Because the land was dry and there was no water, the sheep were so thirsty that they would lie on their companions and bite them, and after biting them, they would suck blood to quench their thirst. That's why they were dressed in padded jackets.

I was shocked. The sheep have become like this, is it still a sheep? What has turned a sheep into a wolf? It has become brutal? It is a harsh natural environment. What is it that turns nature from a beautiful woman into an ugly woman? It is man, it is us.

Look at our mountains and rivers, they are devastated. Trees die first, grass dies again, animals die again, and finally people die. This is not alarmism. The admiral said it very well, and he was right. Nowadays, the virus is raging, isn't it just that God has come to curse.

Cruelty is damned, and greed is damned. Gulan feels that these large and small capital plates, these Ponzi schemes, are also a kind of trick virus, and they are also God's punishment for the greedy side of people.

It dresses itself up as a beautiful and moving mythical virus, and it does not infect the human organism, but the human mind, human desires, and the human spiritual world. Under its poisoning, groups of parasites are constantly being spawned, speculative, lazy, fantasizing about getting rich overnight and getting something for nothing.

This kind of parasitic fetus turns a normal person into an abnormal wolf in human skin. They deceive each other, blackmail each other, plunder each other, and share with each other, help each other, and huddle together for warmth. It is actually a soft knife that kills people without seeing blood, and a harmful spirit that eats people without spitting out bones.

And the host of this virus is pyramid schemes, and the proxy host is direct sales, and the source of infection comes from the insatiable and selfish inferiority of that person. Unfortunately, the Quran has been poisoned incorrigibly. Hiding under the obscenity of the epidemic, Gulan felt that he was a poor "three screams".

When you are first targeted by the subject, you scream, you scream, when you are bitten by the object, you scream, She was devoured by the project like that innocent little mouse.

The plague will always pass, people believe this, and so does the Qur'an. But while Gu Lan was looking forward to the epidemic passing quickly, he also implied a hint of hope that he would be able to receive such a long-term care.

But she knew it wasn't possible. Two months later, the virus gradually lost its foothold in the vast sea of the people's war, in the endless encirclement and interception of the stormy waves, and finally broke up, the nest was ended, exhausted, and wandered around.

The epidemic was miraculously curbed in this amazing land, and people finally recovered and began to regain their yearning for a better life.

Strict prevention and control in various places has also become a regional and hierarchical control, from external prevention of import, internal defense of export to external defense of foreign import, internal defense of domestic rebound, most areas and the vast majority of the people's life has become normal.

And for them, a small city that has not confirmed a single case at all, or even a suspected case, after fearfully preventing and controlling their panic with the epidemic in the distance, a stable and peaceful life is just around the corner.

Just when the pressure of people's epidemic prevention is gradually disappearing, the panic in Gulan is increasing day by day. She fears the "debt collectors" more than the virus.

Once the epidemic is lifted, the crusading army of those enemies who regard her as a rescue will definitely make a comeback, and Gulan will be in a state of pursuit and forced killing, and there is no sea of bitterness, and there is no shore to turn back. In order to escape the catastrophe, she must make a quick decision to find a protective harbor and shelter.

In order to find a place where he could live comfortably away from the world, away from the eyes and ears of others, Guran racked his brains. After thinking about it, she thought of the place where she was born, and although she was still not very reassured, she had to settle there.

At the critical moment when the virus died down and the community was about to be lifted, Gu Lan took Mao Mao and fled decisively by car.

Coming to a small mountain village living alone in the mountains, far away from the red dust, Gulan breathed a sigh of relief and lifted his spirits. At the entrance of the village, there are also isolation facilities that have become virtually nonexistent, and some epidemic prevention people with red hoops on their arms smoke and chat together.

Seeing Gulan's car coming, a junior came up and stopped it. Gulan thought that the young man would also go through a series of procedures like in the city, taking his temperature, looking at his ID card, registering his license plate number, etc.

Then he turned off the fire, opened the car door and was about to get out of the car, but the young man waved his hand and asked her directly who she was looking for and what was the matter. Gu Lan said Miao Zhun's name, and the young man said that he was the old secretary's guest, and without asking anything more, he tore open the red, yellow and white rope and let him go.

This small village of Gulan has not been back for many years. Because the ancient surname is a small surname in this village, there are naturally few people in the family. Gulan has many relatives, but Gulan's father is the only male in the family, and he has rarely returned since he joined the army.

So after the death of his mother, Gu Lan basically didn't have contact with this hometown, and he couldn't remember, and he didn't know if there were any other families who could still recognize each other.

Although I don't know which other families in my hometown can recognize, Gulan still feels so close to the grass and trees here. This is the place where she was born and raised, and there is an instinctive sense of kinship by blood.

She knew that this was the place to shelter her, and no matter what she provoked or committed, her hometown would definitely accept her. Home is home.