It was late in the evening, and the air began to get humid again.

Workers planting trees leave work on time, and buses pick them up and deliver them.

Yang Shubao went to perform the Ganlin technique on the newly planted fruit trees today, and when he returned, he saw a civet circling around the rubble pile next to the termite nest.

This thing must have found an armadillo lizard.

He hurried over, heard his footsteps and looked back, then meowed at him, and led him to the crack in the stone.

Yang Shubao grabbed the skin of the back of its neck with one hand, picked it up and slapped his buttocks, and said, "You are not allowed to come here in the future, these lizards can't touch it!"

Armadillos burrow into the crevices of the stones and pretend to be dead, and their bodies are flattened, so as long as there are predators like the crevices in the rocks, they cannot be harmed.

It is in the nature of the civet to catch lizards, and he decides to go back and ask Shabi to come over and pee to demarcate the territory.

These civets also retain the nature of wild animals and are very sensitive to lion urine, and as soon as the big cats show up, they and the kittens run away.

The thin rain line slid down, and the town and a few woods in the distance were a little blurred, full of wild nostalgia unique to ink paintings.

The little ostriches burrow under the shed on their long legs, while the white chickens and guinea fowl come out in search of bugs with their feathers.

Yang Shubao walked to the tree of life to take shelter from the rain, where the musk deer smell is strong, and the civet cats now inhabit it.

The returning birds flew in, and several rats and birds used their claws to support the branches and practiced a horse again.

Everything is in harmony on the tree of life, and the wild cats never hunt wild birds, which is the magic of the tree of life.

An Asian bison broke into the elephant grass, it lost its sense of direction in it, and stumbled through the grass to the tree, it looked up at Yang Shubao and looked at the environment around him, and then slowly gnawed the delicate grass buds.

Yang Shubao pulled out the chaise longue and whistled to the civets, and three more civets jumped from the tree and fell into his arms.

Two savannah cats squatted on the branches unhappily, the old poplars used to pet both of them, but they fell out of favor after the civet came, the prairie cat has a lot of opinions on the civet, but they can't beat it, and they can only survive like this.

The rain soon expanded, and the water droplets crackled and slapped against the dense branches and leaves making a crisp sound, and a drop of water leaked down and dropped right on Yang Shubao's forehead.

The two civets discovered this scene together, and the two of them waited on both sides of Lao Yang's head, one left and one right, and then there were water droplets and they quickly stretched out their paws to stop them, and played it as a game.

With the sound of falling leaves in the rain, he put his hands behind his head and casually whistled a song "Majestic".

The little bison was so badly drenched in the rain that it also came to the tree, and it came to Yang Shubao and lay down, regurgitating and flicking its tail.

This leisurely appearance attracted Lao Yang's sideways eyes for a while, looking at the scene of the calf flicking his tail, he subconsciously remembered a poem that was quite appropriate: The shepherd boy returned to the back of the cow, and the piccolo blew without a cavity.

The little bison noticed his gaze, so he tilted his head to look at him, it saw that Yang Shubao pouted and didn't eat, and for a moment he was a little pitiful, so he opened his mouth and spit out ruminating grass on the ground: Take a bite?

Yang Shubao honestly closed his mouth, he was afraid that the calf would misunderstand again and come up to feed him mouth-to-mouth.

The heavy rain stopped for more than forty minutes, and at this time it was also dark, Yang Shubao walked out of the elephant grass and was about to go back to the house to cook, and when he looked up, he saw a sky full of stars.

The clouds disappeared and the clouds disappeared, and the heavens and stars revealed their true bodies generously, as if they had been washed by a rain just now, and they were exceptionally clear.

After the rain, the air was extremely humid, Yang Shubao took out the python skin after eating, he was bored and carefully cut the snake skin with scissors, and then pieced it back together in two pieces to put together a snakeskin mat.

All natural.

He hadn't touched the snakeskin before, and he was worried that there would be parasites, so he simply dealt with it and put it aside, and tonight the humidity was too great for him to take out the snakeskin.

Hluchluwe didn't have an artifact like a mat for sale, and he thought that he might be able to make a set of mats out of elephant grass, and then he thought that the mat made in this way was considered a straw mat and not a bamboo mat, right?

Thinking about it in such a mess, he closed his eyes and slowly fell into a deep sleep.

In the early morning, the chorus of lovers' parrots sounded on time.

Yang Shubao was used to this sound, he got up in a daze and stepped on it with a scream, which frightened him into a clever way, and he looked down to see Da Hei looking at him in horror.

"Not intentionally, not intentionally. Lao Yang apologized, "Why did you crawl out of the cot? Stay in it honestly, when did you climb out?"

Big Black and Little Black both crawled out of the box, probably because it was too hot and humid at night, and the two of them couldn't stand it, so they escaped from prison en masse.

Da Hei screamed aggrievedly, and Yang Shubao had to feed it a little fountain of life to reveal the matter.

After feeding the two little cubs and drinking milk, he made a hasty meal for two mouthfuls of breakfast, and then left the elves to watch the house, and he rode a tricycle to the town to meet Nicole.

From the day they fell in love, he fell in love with Western emotional culture, because Nicole would give him a hot kiss every day when she first met him.

Today was still a hot kiss as usual, and Nicole took his wrist again and said, "Come with me, I have a gift for you, guess what?"

Uncle Yang sneered and said, "You prepared a gift for me?" uh, I didn't prepare it for you, so don't take it out yet, and you can give it to me when I prepare a gift for you." ”

Nicole blinked and asked, "What's not a Christmas present, why do you have to exchange it?" ”

She pointed to a row of flower pots in the doorway, filled with brilliant flowers of rainbow chrysanthemums.

There was no one in the shop, and the big golden retriever was not there, so Yang Shubao asked in surprise, "Where are Grandpa and Joaquin?"

"Got out for a walk. Nicole pulled out a bread maker and showed him, "How about you always have breakfast every day so you can bake slices of bread and make sandwiches?"

Looking at her smiling face, Yang Shubao couldn't help laughing, he smiled: "It's great, but it's the first time I've used it, how to use this?"

"It's very simple," Nicole charged the machine, "there are different modes, dry baking, wet heating, etc., and I've got dry bread here, so I'll show you how to try it." ”

There was water vapor coming out of the bread machine, and the bread slices began to expand after being heated and absorbed, and Nicole laughed, "It's getting bigger and cute, you can touch it." ”

Yang Shubao pinched the bread slices and nodded: "Well, it's so soft, I smell the taste, it's very fragrant." ”

"Isn't that great? You can try it. Nicole took out the slice of bread and handed it to him.

Yang Shubao took the bread slice and inserted it and said, "It's my first time, and I may not be doing very well." ”

"Well, don't be too rude, just insert it gently, I'll watch you come......"

The door was pushed open, and the old knight's anxious and panicked face appeared in front of them, seeing the two of them neatly dressed in front of a bread machine, the old knight was stunned and silently pulled the door.