Wu Da's attack was neither light nor heavy, Chen Song told him not to kill people, so he beat people half to death.

Five of the seven bastards were seriously injured, and they were lying in the hospital room, leaving only gasping for breath, and things were getting bigger.

The police had to catch people, but Wuda was too fast and too strong at that time, and the bastards didn't have time to take photos and videos to preserve evidence, so the police couldn't follow the map.

The bastards described the image of Wuda, because it was too dark and they were flustered, so they didn't see it very clearly, the police wanted to find them to make an image description, but they asked and asked a few words that were useless, such as "tall", "barbaric", and "murderous".

There is also a bastard who said that Wuda is a giant clan or prehistoric giant who crossed over from the wilderness, and the police did not have the same knowledge as him because he was hammered and concussed.

Chen Song was very relaxed, the matter could not be found on his head, and the police investigated according to the image of the giant for two days and did not find anything and put the case on hold.

Lu Dapeng was overjoyed, he has been saying that God has eyes for the past two days.

However, the police's entry into the village affected his plans, and he wanted to take Chen Song to the wild boar farm early to see the pig breed and play a real gun hunt by the way, but the police came to the door and asked him to be honest.

After all, whether it is hunting wild boars or touching real guns, it is a gray matter, and he is afraid that the police will find out the clues, so that the bastards don't have to enter the number.

Chen Song finally went home, he didn't want to stay at home and waste time, so he chose to go into the mountains to see the situation of wild pineapples.

There is a reason why the village does not let hemp stalks touch wild pineapples, Chen Zhihu will organize villagers to pick ripe wild pineapple fruits in the autumn of the past two years, and then earn money to buy daily necessities for the village during the New Year's holidays as welfare.

Lu Dapeng brought a machete up the mountain to chop pineapple fruit, and he also brought a cloth bag containing yellow paper, incense candles and water, he wanted to go to the grave to worship his ancestors by the way, because he felt that this matter was either blessed by God or blessed by God.

After entering the ancestral grave in the village, he found his grandfather's grave and knelt down, and then kowtowed very religiously.

Chen Song said: "You have received nine years of compulsory education, what does this have to do with your ancestors? ”

He did this, so even if someone blesses the village, he is still blessing, Lu Dapeng might as well kowtow to him.

Lu Dapeng made a booing gesture at him and said, "You have to show some respect to my ancestors." ”

Chen Song said: "The problem is that this is a well-dressed mound, right? Your ancestors are not here." ”

Lu Dapeng's family later moved to Chenjiagouzi, and his grandfather was long gone, so he made a well-dressed mound to mean.

Lu Dapeng ignored him, opened the bulging cloth bag to burn the paper, and prayed while burning: "Master, bless me, bless me with finding a suitable girl as soon as possible to be my daughter-in-law and inherit the lineage of our Lu family." ”

Chen Song smiled again: "This is what your father will say every time he comes to worship his ancestors, you don't have to repeat it." ”

Lu Dapeng burned paper vigorously, and Chen Song, who saw it, opened his eyes, this product brought a lot of yellow paper, but he had filial piety.

After he finished burning the paper and was about to leave, the policeman who stayed in the village to investigate the clues trotted into the cemetery out of breath, and he sighed in disappointment when he saw Chen Song and the two: "Alas, it turned out to be you, I saw the smoke curling on the mountain behind me, and I thought it was a fire in the mountains and forests." ”

Lu Dapeng smiled: "Then what about it, I'll come to worship the ancestors, Brother Zhuang, you are too worried." ”

Chen Song thought that the police thought that someone was cooking in the mountains and forests, so they came to see it, and the bastards said that the giant who smashed the car and beat people was ragged and had messy hair like a wild man, and the police guessed that the suspect came out of the mountains, maybe a homeless man or a madman.

After listening to Lu Dapeng's words, the policeman snorted and was about to leave, but he glanced at it casually and saw the firewood knife of Lu Dapeng's mobile phone, and immediately asked seriously: "What do you want to do with this murder weapon up the mountain?"

Lu Dapeng smiled: "Hey, what kind of murder weapon is this, it's just a firewood knife, we want to chop some wild pineapples." ”

The policeman glared at him and said, "Don't give me a hippie smile, this extremely lethal weapon is not allowed to be carried out privately, do you know?" ”

Lu Dapeng was dumbfounded, the police really took the firewood knife away.

Now he had no choice but to go back and get another scythe.

The trees on the mountain are colorful, pine trees, willow trees, poplars, mountain jujube trees, chestnut trees and locust trees, three or five in groups, the mountain wind blows and the pine waves are agitated.

There are not many wild pineapple trees on the mountains around here, and when the barren mountains were greened, the big guys didn't know if the wild pineapple trees that were used to the sandy land on the seashore could adapt to the life on the mountain, so they didn't dare to have a variety of them.

As the saying goes, ten years of trees, a hundred years of people, until the village knows that wild pineapples can be sold for money, it will be too late to plant.

Walking on the mountain road, Lu Dapeng was very depressed, and he asked, "Do you think my firewood knife can come back?"

"It's all defined as a murder weapon, you still want to come back? Why are you so naïve? Hey, are there still locust flowers here? It's all this season, how can there be locust flowers?" Chen Song asked, pointing to the front.

There are dozens of locust trees on the mountainside, which grow quite tall and luxuriant, and the branches are very vigorous, which is rare in the mountain forest, after all, the mountain is windy, and the trees grow luxuriantly and are easy to attract the wind.

Chen Song hadn't eaten locust rice and locust meat buns for a long time, and now he was hungry when he saw them, so he ran over and looked up at these locust trees, and found that there were many locust flowers on them, which made him happy.

When the branches full of acacia flowers fell down, he couldn't help but sigh: "Seeing that the living standard is high, in the past, the locust flowers would be wiped out as soon as they grow, but now there is so much left in the Mid-Autumn Festival." ”

Lu Dapeng said hesitantly: "Uh, Brother Song, these acacia flowers are not delicious." ”

Chen Song said disdainfully: "Look at what you are used to, and you have only eaten a full meal for a few days and you are hypocritical like this?"

Lu Dapeng said: "I remember someone said that the back mountain locust flower cannot be eaten. ”

"Because the locust tree is a ghost tree? Let me tell you, this is all feudal superstition, go get me some locust flowers, and we'll have locust flower rice tonight." ”

"Why am I on?"

"Because you have a sickle in your hand, go up and masturbate. ”

The locust flowers on the tree are already a little old, and pods have grown on many branches, which makes Chen Song deeply regretful.

But some of them are not bad, he is not a greedy person.

Originally, they were going to cut wild pineapple car beads, but they changed their minds when they encountered locust flowers, and Lu Dapeng, who climbed the tree, waved his sickle vigorously, and the branches were cut off, and Chen Song bent down to pick them.

After cutting for a while, Lu Dapeng picked a bunch of acacia flowers and ate them in his mouth, and then quickly vomited again, he frowned and said, "Brother Song, the taste is not good, why is it not sweet at all?"

Chen Song looked at the bunch of old acacia flowers in his hand and said: "I guess it's too old, it's okay, go back and steam Ji Tian A"