In order to go home, Yang Mu was running on the road.

He didn't know anything about the Zhong family's preparation for compensation for the time being. As for the troubles Chen Chao faced, he had thought about it, but he didn't think about it so deeply.

Now he has only one thought, and that is to go back quickly.

In order to save energy, he uses an unhurried trot, which is an experience he has developed after running for a while.

But even so, he felt empty in his stomach.

The bit of meat that I got through my performances at noon was just half full, and now I have run more than ten kilometers in one go, and that bit of energy has long been consumed.

The journey home was far more difficult than he had imagined.

When he came, he had seen the navigation, from the county seat to the highway, to Zhong Jiayi's house, a total of more than 30 kilometers, now even if he trotted for nearly two hours without stopping, he only ran less than half of the distance.

Moreover, by this time, he was already dry and tired.

Gotta stop for some water and something to eat!

Water is easy to do, just find a small river or pond to drink, anyway, Lao Hei used to drink raw water before. At special times, Yang Mu was not so particular.

It's hard to eat.

Going through the garbage cans and picking up bones on the ground to eat, Yang Mu really couldn't accept this.

It's not that the stomach can't accept it, but the senses can't accept it.

Or, catch a snake or catch a mouse to eat?

If Yang Mu is not a human, maybe this is a good way, after all, the nosy old black rat used to be a good hand.

But Yang Mu is a human being after all, and he really can't accept eating raw meat.

I'll have to find another way!

Yang Mu trotted up again, he found the small river beach that almost killed him on the side of the road again, he immediately jumped down again, lay down on the side of the river beach, and was ready to drink some water to quench his thirst first.

As for whether drinking raw water will hurt your stomach, I can't care so much about it.

In Yang Mu's impression, Lao Heisheng didn't drink less water, and he was always fine.

This drinking water, Yang Mu made a new discovery.

It turns out that dogs don't use their tongues to lick water, but after their tongues stick into the water, they quickly roll their tongues back into a spoon-shape, and quickly pour up the water and send it to their mouths.

Haha, kind of interesting!

is worthy of being a young man, Yang Mu, who was still anxious about going home before, suddenly found the fun of being a dog, kept experiencing this novel discovery, and suddenly filled his stomach with raw water.

Finally solved the problem of thirst first, Yang Mu continued to run forward, wanting to see if he could solve the problem of food and clothing.

The problem of eating is not so easy to solve, especially when Yang Mu is still relatively picky.

He didn't dare to go in casually to ask for food, after all, he was almost beaten to death twice to eat meat.

The people in this place seem to be very fond of dog meat.

It's a little too cruel!

It wasn't until it was dark that Yang Mu found a little opportunity.

He ran into a small town.

It's a small town, and the houses in the town are built directly along the road, forming one shop after another.

The sidewalks facing the shops are wide, so in the evening, there are some food stalls on both sides of the street.

Yang Mu smelled the smell of barbecue.

It's been a long time since I've eaten barbecue!

Yang Mu suddenly drooled.

He is now a dog, and his saliva is a bit heavy when he smells the food.

Yang Mu swallowed a few mouthfuls vigorously and ran towards the barbecue stand.

In a crowded place, Yang Mu is not afraid of being beaten and stewed dog meat to eat, after all, in this kind of small township, there are local dogs running around everywhere, just in this small town, Yang Mu has seen several.

In fact, perhaps because of the meal, there are no customers at the barbecue stand, only a young man preparing the ingredients while pre-grilling something.

Judging by the amount of ingredients he prepares, he should have a good business here at night.

Alas, hopefully this young stall owner is a dog lover!

Yang Mu is a dog after all, he can't spend money to buy something to eat, and he doesn't have money now.

Therefore he can only count on alms.

To put it bluntly, I just want to eat!

It seems to be very undisciplined.

But Yang Mu knew that compared to survival, discipline was really an egg, and he had already learned to have no discipline.

The question is, how do you make people have a heart for charity?

He remembered how gluttonous the old black was.

As soon as the goods saw Yang Mu eating delicious food, it would run to Yang Mu's side, not noisy or noisy, it would stare at Yang Mu with drool, and Yang Mu would be embarrassed to see it, and it would be able to mix it up and eat it.

Here's the way!

Yang Mu immediately ran towards the young stall owner, sat on the ground again, stretched out his tongue, and stared at the young stall owner.

I'm sorry to stare at you!

Yang Mu was a little too naïve.

The young stall owner did see Yang Mu, but he didn't plan to give Yang Mu food.

He doesn't care if a stray dog lives or dies.

What he was thinking at this moment was: This dog is so bold? It can't be that it is eyeing my meat here and trying to steal it to eat, right?

"Get out of here!"

The young stall owner immediately shouted angrily at Yang Mu, and made a gesture to hit him with something.

Damn, it's so unloving!

Yang Mu had to stay away a little.

The first begging was a failure.

But Yang Mu was still reluctant to leave.

First, the barbecue smell is too fragrant. Second, he can only count on today's dinner to be solved here.

Then wait a little longer.

Maybe a dog-loving eater will come and give me a little charity.

The smell of barbecue became more and more fragrant, Yang Mu couldn't help but twitch his nostrils and drool again.

Hey, that's not right!

How did I smell a weird smell in this mix?

Yang Mu approached the barbecue stall again, and raised his nostrils again, distinguishing them carefully.

It's sheep urine!

Absolutely, Yang Mu knows that the sensitivity of a dog's nose is more than 400 times that of a human. The old black nose, coupled with Yang Mu's own taste judgment, he accurately recognized this taste.

Yang Mu also carefully distinguished, the young stall owner had already marinated the meat skewers, which did not have the taste of mutton, but concentrated meat that Yang Mu could not distinguish.

Oh, and there's rat meat in there.

Yang Mu could tell this point, after all, Lao Hei used to be a little expert at catching mice.

He couldn't help but think of the news he had seen on the Internet before, saying that the mutton sold at the barbecue stalls now is fake, and most of them are marinated with cheap duck meat, fox, mink, rat meat, etc., plus sheep urine, pigments, flavors, etc.

Yang Mu couldn't help but feel a burst of sadness.

When I was in college, I and my classmates were often frequent customers at the barbecue stall, and the so-called roast mutton was not less.

Alas, the unscrupulous black-hearted boss actually used sheep urine to soak some unknown meat to sell as mutton.

Yang Mu thought to himself, those who came to eat skewers, if they knew that they were eating sheep urine, would they spit out all the bile?

Anyway, Yang Mu himself will definitely do.

Damn, this young stall owner is a little too bad!

His approach immediately aroused the vigilance of the young stall owner, and he yelled fiercely: "Get out, you dead dog, come here and I'll kill you again!"

Yang Mu gave him a disdainful look and turned to leave.

At this moment, a diner came, and the guest's words made Yang Mu stop immediately.

"Boss, don't be so fierce to it, this is not a stray dog, it is a very smart border herder, and it still has a dog tag on it!"