"Little Taoist, don't call me a donor in the future, call me the third sister. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Mei Sanniang hugged her tightly for a while, let go of her arms, and when she turned around, tears spilled from the corners of her eyes.

Seeing this little Taoist, she was like seeing her younger brother, evoking a sad past, but soon talked and laughed again, and the little Taoist priest who smiled and blushed along the way also improved a lot, but the hatred in the depths of his eyes could not completely disappear.

Xu Yan returned to the back kitchen from the back mountain, it was already past noon, and several cooks knew that he was taken away by his wife to spend the soul, and no one dared to say anything, but his eyes were all unkind.

It's been a long time since anyone has done those chores, these cooks are all used to Xu Yan's coolies, and then let them boil water and split wood, they don't say anything, they are scolding in their hearts, scolding that the little Taoist priest is really coming back, and he will come back after the work is done.

"Xu Yan, you can prepare dinner, go and slaughter a pig. The fat chef glanced at Xu Yan and said, "When I go out of the mountain tomorrow, I heard that there is a big deal, and the big boss has ordered that the brothers will be full today and work well tomorrow." ”

Hearing that the fat cook asked Xu Yan to slaughter the pig, a thin man next to him suddenly became happy, and said: "I slaughter it every time, and today I am finally free again, hehe, Taoist priest slaughters pigs, this is fresh, Xu Yan, when to do it, let's see the excitement." ”

The kitchen usually slaughters pigs by this thin man, it is said that his family is a butcher, Xu Yan does all the chores, but the job of slaughtering pigs, it is difficult for a layman to be competent, a knife down, it doesn't matter if you can't kill the pig, the pig will go crazy if it hurts.

The pigs in the pigsty in the back kitchen have two or three hundred catties when they are pulled out, Xu Yan is going to be arched down or injured, others will only see jokes, and no one will help.

After working for half a day, these cooks were not only dissatisfied, but also resentful, and wanted to punish Xu Yan, a little Taoist.

Xu Yan, who was helping to wash the dishes, raised his head in the big basin, showed his white teeth and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll go slaughter the pig after washing the dishes." ”

"Look at his stupid look, slaughter a pig, can anyone slaughter it? A few cooks muttered in the distance, their eyes full of satisfaction.

"Don't kill the pig, he's being arched to death by the pig, he's so stupid, stupider than a pig. ”

"What are you talking about, there is no one who is stupider than a pig, at best as stupid as a pig. ”

"Haha, yes, yes, a little Taoist priest as stupid as a pig, haha. ”

The cooks' laughter and scolding, the voice is not loud, and they can be heard clearly in the kitchen, they are not afraid of Xu Yan, for more than two months, the cooks know that the little Taoist priest is easy to bully, and he is stupid, and he has nothing to laugh and scold Xu Yan, which has long become commonplace.

Zhang He, who was chopping green onions, tilted his head to watch the excitement on the side, and he would occasionally laugh and scold the cooks before, but since he saw Xu Yan killing people in the canyon battlefield, Zhang He no longer laughed at Xu Yan.

He always had the illusion that that little Taoist priest looked silly, and if he really wanted to do it, he was afraid that he would be more ruthless than everyone in the Yuan Cottage.

Zhang He saw the scene of Xu Yan's killing, but the other cooks didn't see it, this group of cooks were on the edge of the battlefield at the time, no one went to the center of the battlefield, and those who saw Xu Yan kill were other mountain bandits, and then he forgot that a little Taoist priest was still a cook, and killing a dying soldier was nothing.

Listening to the laughter and scolding of the cooks, Xu Yan was still smiling, but his mind was not on this group of cooks.

He was thinking about the smell of Mei Sanniang.

Mei Sanniang basically comes to the vegetable garden in the back kitchen every day to pick vegetables, but no one dares to approach this Mrs. Zhai, and no one dares to laugh at Mei Sanniang, the woman in charge, who dares to come over if she doesn't want to die.

As long as Mei Sanniang came to the back kitchen, the cooks were hiding far away as if they were hiding from the plague.

Xu Yan is still young, and he has no concept of women, and the taste he thinks about is the taste of medicinal herbs.

When Mei Sanniang went to the back mountain, Xu Yan and the other party were not far away, and sometimes they would walk side by side, and there was a faint smell of herbs on the woman's body, and Xu Yan could smell it clearly.

That's the smell of centipedes.

When he came back from Qiyuanxia, Xu Yan once passed by a large area of grass full of centipedes, and caught a big centipede, at that time he had some suspicions that the centipede was deliberately planted, today he smelled the smell of centipede grass on Mei Sanniang's body, and heard Mei Sanniang muttering to herself that her family was a pharmacist, and she took her younger brother out five years ago to buy medicinal materials in Puguo.

Stitching several clues together, Xu Yan got an answer that could be basically confirmed.

The centipede grass in the mountains was planted by Mei Sanniang!

Does she want to take revenge on this group of Yuanshan bandits?

Xu Yan, who finished brushing the dishes and chopsticks, walked out of the house and thought to himself while walking towards the pigsty.

Centipedes can attract centipede scorpions and other poisonous insects, if you catch these poisonous insects to collect poison juice, you do have a chance to kill, but the venom of centipede scorpions is too obvious, the smell is still very big, and it will slowly become invalid after a long time.

Xu Yan really couldn't think of how that Mei Sanniang, even if she collected enough venom, how to poison in front of an innate martial artist like the Flying Centipede.

Do you want people to eat a bowl of fishy rice, or drink a bowl of fishy rice wine?

The venom of living creatures is difficult to conceal.

"Is it a stupid way, it's better to use centipede scorpions directly, it's better to use centipede grass directly......"

Xu Yan, who was talking to himself, opened the door of the pigsty, and pulled it out by the ears of a big fat pig.

Finally got the big fat pig out of the pigsty, Xu Yan wiped the sweat on his head, found a hemp rope, and tied the big fat pig under a tree.

The rope was loose and loose, saying that it was tied, but in fact it was not much different from being tethered, but fortunately the pigs in this group were fed, and the big fat pigs were humming with their heads down under the trees, looking around for something to eat.

"Is he killing pigs or herding pigs, stupid, haha. ”

"Let's watch the show, I'll see him kick off by the pigs later. ”

"The pig kicks the Taoist, ha, it's okay if you are lame with a missing arm, don't kick it to death, who will work if he dies. ”

"Don't use a sharp knife, take a sickle, what a fool. ”

The cooks laughed while watching the excitement, and saw that Xu Yan had found a sickle, and the chef who was responsible for slaughtering pigs scolded him even more, killing pigs must first use a sharp knife to cut blood vessels and kill them, and then bleed, how can anyone kill pigs with a sickle.

The cooks were getting closer and closer, and Zhang He was far away, and he had already made up his mind during this time, not to get too close to that silly little Taoist priest.

The handle of the sickle was fixed to the tree by Xu Yan, tied loosely, and could be turned up and down, and there was a small hole in the tip of the knife at the other end, which was used to hang on the wall, and now Xu Yan passed through an iron skewer.

Holding the two ends of the iron skewer with both hands, Xu Yan's appearance was like holding a plough and preparing to plough the land, but the blade of the sickle was just on the back of the pig's head.

"Fresh, is he plowing the land or killing the pigs? ”

"The scythe kills the pig, and the pig's brain can come up with the idea. ”

"Look at the excitement, the stupid Taoist priest will be kicked away. ”

The onlookers were full of interest, hooking their shoulders and backs, waiting to see the little Taoist priest come out of the way, and the chef Wu stood opposite the pig, watching the little Taoist priest kill the pig with disdain, and his mouth was about to go to the sky.

Holding the sickle on the pig's head, Xu Yan turned his head and smiled at the cooks, a mouthful of white teeth looked a little more silly, and the next moment, he suddenly lifted the iron skewer hard, and the sickle on the pig's head was also raised, and the blade that shone with cold light in the sun waved down in the sneering looks of the cooks.

There was blood rushing to the sky.

He's not killing pigs, he's beheading!

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