Yan Fei walked around the street for a while, and there was nothing but sweat on his head. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When he was about to get home, he walked in as soon as he passed by the high school.

The high school during the summer vacation was quiet, and there was no sound except the cicadas in the trees.

Sanchahe town is surrounded by rivers on three sides, three rivers meet in the south of the town, before the liberation of the water transport developed, the town also used to be beautiful, the town around the intact earthen wall is proof.

The high school in the town of the county seat occupies a chamber of commerce hall that is said to be in the past, covering an area of more than ten acres, there is a three-storey tall ancient building inside the door, the pillar base below is carved with dragons and phoenixes, the eaves are all wood carvings, and there are decorations of people, animals, birds and beasts on the ridge of the house.

However, these are not attractive to Yan Fei.

Yan Fei stared at the tall trees in here, specifically at the roots.

In this ancient building with a history of more than 300 years, there are ancient trees everywhere, the thickest big elm tree can't be hugged by four people, and there is a row of tall trees in front of each row of houses.

Yan Fei came to touch the fork, which is the larva that hides in the soil when the cicada has not yet shed its shell.

Considering that there is no money in his pocket and he has not found a way to get money, he is going to get some climbing fork and fry it as a dish at night.

There are very few teachers left behind in the school, but after a long time, you can always meet one, Yan Fei did not squint in the face of the scrutinizing gaze: If it weren't for the fact that the master didn't climb the fork on the island, the ghost would have entered your school.

If it weren't for noon, Yan Fei would have felt that this courtyard was a bit gloomy, with rows of green bricks and green tiles of hundreds of years old houses, and few people, anyway, he was not very happy to come at night.

The fork is easy to find, holding a small patch that he picked up, and when he saw the small hole in the ground under the root of the tree, he opened it to see, and Yan Fei, who has rich experience, found two small bags for a while.

Seeing an old man pulling a scrap collection truck from a distance, Yan Fei hurriedly greeted: "Uncle, wait." ”

He had already seen that at the base of the wall in these courtyards, there were stacks of wine bottles neatly placed, and when he saw the hurried greeting of the waste collectors, he ran over with a few wine bottles.

The old man was a collector of scrap, and at most he picked up some scrap paper on the garbage heap, and he did not dare to pick up the neatly arranged wine bottles, for fear that someone would see him and say that his hands and feet were not clean—and he would not be able to collect scrap in this area after having such a reputation in those years.

Yan Fei doesn't care.

The bottle has always been there, and the bottom one is half sunk into the dirt.

In the past, he also sold some small painting books to read, and he was very experienced. When the old man wanted to ask, he said that he lived in the school, and people naturally regarded him as the teacher's child.

Now that there is no money, Yan Fei can't care about the future, so he swept away the wine bottles in the seven or eight courtyards in front of and behind at once.

The old man didn't know how to count the accounts, he still helped to count, there were three and a half cents, the most expensive was a few beer bottles, a few cents each, and when the old man left, he pinched five or six dollars and was so beautiful that it was bubbling.

Will you go to pick up the rags and sell them in the future?

As soon as this thought came to him, he quickly shook his head and shook off this thought: Fei Ye can't afford to lose this person.

I went home with a fork, cleaned it, filled the fire at night, poured most of the half bowl of oil into the pot, and packed up a big bowl of fried and fried ones.

Nibbling on steamed buns and eating climbing forks, Yan Fei was proud, looking at what we would do this day, the dishes cost nothing.

It's a shame that no one sees him, otherwise he would have to be scolded for being a loser. Is there such a stir-fry? That half a bowl of oil is enough for someone else's home for a week.

When he was about to brush the pot, he looked at the oil at the bottom of the pot and felt a pity: tsk, this would be beautiful if it were scrambled eggs again.

Thinking about the few eggs he just collected today, he dispelled this idea again, keep the eggs, save them for a few days to sell for money, although there are more than ten yuan in his pocket, but he doesn't spend it!

Eggs, eggs, are we not destined from now on?

After locking the door, Yan Fei went back to the room where he slept and lay down for a while, thinking that his grandfather was not there and felt uncomfortable. It was still stuffy and hot inside, and there were mosquitoes constantly harassing it.

He simply got up, rolled up the mat on the bed, and carried the sheet into the cave.

It's still good to be here, it's cool.

Lying in the cave, looking at the moonlight at the entrance of the cave, Yan Fei seemed to be asleep. In a daze, the quacking of the aboriginal pterosaur on the top of the cliff came. He had long been accustomed to this voice, but when he was about to fall asleep, he still screamed to make him unhappy, wrapped in the quilt on his body, and muttered in his mouth: Call, call, don't forget to lay eggs for me when you're done.

He thought of the pterodactyl's cry as if he had heard a rooster crow while sleeping in his yard.

When he woke up the next day, he felt as if he had forgotten something. I messed around a little and filled my stomach, put the iron stall outside the door, put a few things on it, and lay down on the wicker chair.

In a state of extreme boredom, he subconsciously looked at the pterodactyls on the cliff again, and the nests made of sticks and leaves covered almost the entire cliff top, and the big pterosaurs and small pterosaurs were quacking at the sun on the cliff.

From time to time, white round dinosaur eggs appeared under the pterosaurs in the nest, flickering as they moved.

Seeing the dinosaur eggs, Yan Fei suddenly felt that eggs, duck eggs and goose eggs can be eaten, isn't this dinosaur egg also an egg?

He was immediately excited.

From childhood to adulthood, going to the island to play will be bullied by the little dinosaurs, and when they encounter danger, they will automatically come back; when they are older, they will go to the island to play something, whether they are alive or dead, and they will be cleaned up by their grandfather when they are brought out.

Therefore, this small island is not very attractive to Yan Fei at all, except that he feels that he has a "treasure" to hide in the cave, and the rest is the new function that he discovered later - he is too lazy to go out and dump sewage and garbage, so he carries things and throws them on the beach, and the water is clean as soon as he flushes them; when he goes to the waterhole in the middle of the island, it is fast and effortless.

There are still a lot of things in the cave, from small pistols made of mud to exam papers that are "lost" after the exam.

Anyway, let's get our hands on it first.

Having made up his mind, Yan Fei began to think about how to steal the eggs.

He thinks that this island should have his share, these pterosaurs, fine-jawed dragons or something, bullied him to live in a cave on this cliff, it's really unbearable!

Soon a target was targeted by Yan Fei, this nest is obviously relatively new, the pterosaurs on it can't even protect the eggs, and the entire dinosaur eggs are exposed outside the body.

Regardless of the stall at the door, when he returned to the hall and wanted to close the door, Yan Fei took a deep breath and cheered himself up: Ready, get up!

Relying on the fact that he could enter any part of the island at will, Yan Fei appeared directly behind the pterosaur, quickly picked up a dinosaur egg, and quickly returned to the hut when the pterosaur didn't react at all.

It's that simple.

Yan Fei, who was standing in the room, was still a little unconfident, looked at the dinosaur egg and touched it, and finally sighed: "It's really big!"

I was about to open the door to the kitchen through the crack in the door, and through the crack in the door, I found that I was facing the door outside, and I could see the yard through the crack in the door, and the front façade until I saw the street.

Quickly close the door of the room that had just been cracked like a thief, put the eggs in the cave on the island, then open the door, and go into the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

Then he closed the door, took a basin, and went into the cave.

Holding the dinosaur egg in both hands, he gently knocked it on the ground, knocked it again, knocked it again, knocked it again......

This thing is much stronger than he thought! He put the egg on the ground, went back to the house, and went out to pick up his grandfather's sledgehammer in the blacksmithing room, and after thinking about it, he changed it to a smaller one.

Go back to the house and disappear. When I went to the cave again, I smashed the dragon egg with a small hammer, tried a few times from light to heavy, and with a click, the dinosaur egg cracked.

After a few more knocks, I broke a hole in the dinosaur egg, stirred it vigorously with a chopstick, and poured it out of the prepared basin with the dinosaur egg, and the yellow and white egg liquid flowed out!

Yan Fei twitched his nose, a little fishy, I don't know if this thing is delicious?

I went back to the house with a basin, and I didn't care what time it was, I filled the stove with fire, and I was ready to scramble a dinosaur egg to try!

As for the stalls outside, he didn't expect those things to be sold anyway, in fact, when grandpa was there, he often lamented that this blacksmith shop had to be closed!

When a pot of scrambled eggs came out of the pot, Yan Fei sniffed it, and he didn't care about the heat, so he stuffed a large piece into his mouth. It's a little different from eggs, but it's delicious.

The next second he was smiling and going into a state of idiocy - in fact, counting how many pterosaur dens and how many pterosaur eggs there were on the island. But the stiff smile on his face remained unchanged for a long time, no wonder others called him a fool from childhood to adulthood.

Eat dinosaur eggs at noon, doze off on a wicker chair in the afternoon, and continue to eat dinosaur eggs at night.

After eating, when I lay down at night, I felt a feeling: nausea!

One dinosaur egg ate two meals and nothing else. When he fried dinosaur eggs, he didn't prepare, except for oil and salt, he didn't even put a green onion, that is, he had a good appetite, and he might not be able to eat it if he changed others.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, once something has a beginning, it will be logical to follow.

So Yan Fei continued to lie in the cave that was neither hot nor cold, looking at the moonlight outside, and after a while, he got up, lit a candle, and began to think about other ideas.

Next to his mat, there were a few tattered books.

These books are all collected by him over the years, including small picture albums, "Nature" textbooks distributed in elementary school, and some messy magazines. Without exception, there is more or less something about dinosaurs on it.

According to Yan Fei's research: This is a small island with a very unscientific ecological environment.

The dominant dinosaur in the forest of the island is a dinosaur with a body the size of a chicken, a slender neck and tail, and two small thin legs that can run fast.

There are some other small creatures in the forest, all of which are very rare, and they are so miserable that they are plagued by these small-jawed dragons. Although the small jawed dragons are small, they can go up trees and go down to the sea, and there are many of them, and other animals are no match for them at all.

Usually, these thin-jawed dragons take advantage of the ebb and flow of the sea to find something to eat on the beach, year after year, the beach is a canteen, and the forest is a playground and lounge, and they are much more comfortable than Yan Fei.

These little things are as deep as the sea with Yan Fei, so now, Yan Fei is thinking about how to send them into his stomach.

If you have dragon eggs to eat, you have to have dragon meat, right?