I couldn't hold back the nausea and discomfort in my heart, but my stomach was full of bitter water, and I took a deep breath and slowed down.

"I'm tired all over, and I'm hungry!" Yan Songjie smiled at the corner of his mouth, enthusiastically took out two lotus leaves to wrap pig's head meat, and handed a bag to Wen Chou's hand.

Leading by example, Yan Songjie opened the lotus leaf package and gulped, devouring the fat but not greasy pig's head meat.

Wen Chou couldn't hear Yan Songjie's words for a while, so he didn't hesitate, and learned to hold the lotus leaf package next to the corpse and swallow the pig's head meat. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that on the stomach and intestines and the long knife he was carrying upside down, there were still drops of unfinished blood slowly dripping.

The smell of blood was like explosives, blowing up the last embankment in Wen Chou's heart, making his nausea gush out like the water that broke the embankment.

Covering his mouth and trying to restrain himself, he found that all his efforts were in vain.

The smell of blood between the fingers was even heavier, and suddenly it was as exciting as a pregnant woman, and her stomach was surging and vomiting wildly, "Whoa!" The pig's head meat that he swallowed was all returned to Yan Songjie.

"Whoa!" continued, and in the end, it was estimated that Wen Chou had spit out all the bile and spit out all the green on his face! After all, he had lost his face this time, and he was dizzy.

In the future, this kind of life on the battlefield will be commonplace, and there will be no shame. Yan Songjie handed over a jar of cold boiled water for Wen Chou to rinse his mouth, and his tone was light, as if he didn't take the bloody red intestines all over the ground in his eyes.

That kind of indifference made Wen Chou feel a little incredible: "Yan Songjie should be so strong in his heart, he is not afraid at all." ”

What does it feel like, like having the parents of a two-year-old child eating, and the child pooping at the dinner table. Parents eat a bite of food while watching the children feel good. At first, I was nauseous and couldn't swallow it, but it didn't matter how long it was, as if it were nothing.

In the same way, Yan Songjie is gradually cultivating the ugliness of literature: "Spit ah, spit ah, just spit out habits." ”

The corpses and stumps of the defeated soldiers are all included in the space bracelet: "Wait for the next meal to be used as props." Yan Songjie's words are by no means alarmist, no longer "talking on paper", but real words.

"Yan Songjie, you are so ruthless!" Wen Chou felt bitter in his heart, but he still had to force a smile on his face. He didn't hold any complaints, and waved his hand again and again: "It's okay!

Prepare to leave, and if you don't come back in the future, the potatoes and corn planted in front of you will be collected into the space bracelet and taken away.

Left behind is also the wild boar spoiled the potato vines, arching the soil to eat the potato stems. For this reason, Yan Songjie shot at least 20 wild boars and more than 500 pheasants, and the potatoes and corn were attractive.

When the potato is raised, it is natural to measure the yield per mu, about 6,000 catties. "The yield of 10,000 catties per mu has not arrived. Yan Songjie, who sighed, knew that the fertilization had not kept up.

"The yield of corn per mu is about 800 catties, which is even worse. ”

Wen Chou was stunned for a moment: "Do you know how much is the yield per mu of good good land on one acre, three hundred catties, and there is only one season a year." ”

"One acre is worth forty acres, no! You don't even occupy the fields, it's wasteland, wasteland where you can't grow crops. ”

Wen Chou stared at the ugly eight strange potato stems in his hand: "I don't know what the potato tastes like?" The yield is high, it must be difficult to swallow, so why does Yan Songjie not eat the potato all the time. ”

"I'll show you a taste. Yan Songjie roasted, boiled, steamed, dried yams, and potato vermicelli were let Wen Chou taste them one by one.

"It's so sweet, it's delicious, it's delicious. "Wen Chou ate a potato for the first time and was full of praise.

The corners of Yan Songjie's mouth raised a disapproving smile: "It's delicious! How about giving you a potato every day in the future."

"Great!" Wen Chou grinned happily.

Changshan is really not far away, and it takes seven or eight days to walk. It is not easy to find Tong Yuan in the vast mountains.

Zhaojia Village is located in a deep mountain in Changshan Zhending. There are mountains and rivers here, isolated from the world, and the people of the village live a life of sunrise and sunset.

Zhao Yun is only in his early tens, and he is in the process of apprenticeship. Poor and rich, Zhao Yun's family was not worried about eating and drinking, but now it is very difficult to provide Zhao Yun with food.

You don't see Wen Chou eating a hundred and ten catties of meat and ten catties of rice, Zhao Yun can't let Tong Yuan come out when he eats and drinks by himself.

Zhao Yun's father, Zhao Ting, relied on the mountains to eat the mountains, mainly hunting, and used wild game that did not cost money to support Zhao Yun.

Wild boars are the most tempting to Zhao Ting, and killing one wild boar is worth a hundred hares.

But it is also a trouble to have more wild boars, a small wild boar is stuck with a trap, and Zhao Ting, a two-edged iron fork in his hand, can still deal with it.

The two huge wild boars next to them are not what Zhao Ting can bear, the wild boars have rough skin and thick meat, and the two-edged iron forks are all slid to the side, unable to pierce the natural armor of the pine resin layer, unless the pig nose or pig **.

Isn't there a saying: "Killing a pig and stabbing the buttocks, each has its own way." ”

The two wild boars had their heads cocked high, their long beaks showing a pair of long teeth, and their noses and mouths fluttering.

If you can't hit the nose of the wild boar, if you are poked by a pair of tusks in the mouth of the wild boar, you will have to shed some skin, and it is most dangerous to hit the nose of the wild boar.

If you don't mess with the wild boar, you can get along with each other, trap the little wild boar, the two wild boars belong to a husband and wife, and it's strange if you don't work hard for the child.

The wild boar's nose flicked, and when it smelled Zhao Ting's smell from a distance, it rushed towards Zhao Ting with a snort.

Zhao Ting's heartbeat was "bang", and he sweated a lot in the palm of his hand clenching the iron fork, and an indescribable nervousness pressed on his heart.

The four sky-high fangs were gloomy, and they stabbed at Zhao Ting with a brush: "My life is over!"

Human life must be saved, Yan Songjie shot two arrows out of thin air with spiral energy.

"Whoosh!" two sharp arrows shot into the air, submerged into the two wild boars**, and crushed the internal organs of the two wild boars.

There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get them.

In Zhaojiazhuang, I finally heard the news of Zhao Feng, Zhao Yun, and Zhao Yu, brothers and sisters.

It turned out to be Zhao Ting's children, Zhao Feng was fifteen years old, Zhao Yu was eight years old, Yan Songjie had a flash of inspiration, but the two brothers and sisters could start, and eight-year-old Zhao Yu was the easiest to deceive! Oh, no, it was the easiest to communicate.

Zhang Sanfeng Tai Chi inner boxing, hand in hand to teach Zhao Feng and Zhao Yu brother and sister.

Zhao Feng is not very interested in soft Tai Chi, men must be strong and brave, and it is almost the same to let Zhao Yu practice.

The twisted melon is not sweet, and Yan Songjie does not force it, just follow the fate.

Zhao Yu, an eight-year-old girl, where did Yan Songjie deceive. Practice attentively and meticulously.

"Brother Immortal, do you still plant potato vines today?" Zhao Yu asked Yan Songjie after practicing Neijiaquan.

"Shhhh "Yan Songjie is deliberately mysterious.

"That's right! Zhao Yu suddenly realized and covered his mouth and said. I didn't know that Yan Songjie was a prank, and wanted to cultivate a female general who surpassed Zhao Yun's strength, so that Zhao Yun had no choice but to follow Cao Cao.

The cost has dropped a lot, and a glass space bracelet makes Zhao Yu recognize the owner with blood.

After seeing the second use of the space bracelet, plus a thousand taels of silver to buy, Zhao Yu became Yan Songjie's first die-hard fan.

Yan Songjie said that everything is right, will the gods make mistakes?

Planting potato vines is to prepare for the famine, it is too difficult to promote yams, the traditional concept is stubborn, and the grain is a year by mistake, so Zhao Ting disdains.

It doesn't matter if Zhao Yu plays with Yan Songjie, he doesn't do his job, his daughter is someone else's family after all, so don't worry about it.