Wang Sanpao was pulled around the chicken farm by the fat man, looking at the row of chickens on the ground, their necks were bitten open, and he couldn't help but scold: "This yellow skin is too loser!" ”

The fat man nodded sympathetically: "Third uncle, that's why I invited you to come to the next set, good guys, there were twenty or thirty yellow skins last night, these guys must have come in a group." ”

"Now the yellow skin is the best, I'm worried that there is no place to fight, usually it's a small fight, one and a half." Wang Sanpao heard that Huang Pizi was almost in a row, and his face smiled.

The fat man was worried that Wang Sanpao was also superstitious, but when he said this, his heart was finally at ease, with this old hunter making a move, Huang Pizi was waiting to be unlucky.

In the middle of the evening, Wang Sanpao came around with a hemp bag again, and all the ventilation holes left in the chicken coop were covered, and even the surrounding underground made a lot.

The fat man followed behind his ass and also looked out of the door and said, "Third uncle, you have this serial set." ”

"The yellow skin is clever, the clips are not easy to use, and these sleeves may not work."

"What's going on?" The fat man is in a hurry, and he can't send someone to stand guard in the chicken coop every day.

"Mountain people have their own tricks." Wang Sanpao hehehe

"As long as you can keep these guys at bay." The fat man didn't bother to use his brain to guess, he had an almost superstitious worship of Wang Sanpao.

Wang Sanpao went to the place where the chicken coop led to Beishan again, and then waved his hand: "Go back to the house first, you don't have to go out in the first half of the night, everything is under my command." ”

The three old men made an exception to work overtime together at night, and they got together to mutter, but because of Wang Sanpao's prestige, they could only listen to his command.

I don't have to sleep, Wang Sanpao took out a deck of cards, and the three old men sat on the kang to watch the cards.

Seeing Wang Sanpao sitting firmly on the kang, the fat man secretly picked his big finger: This is called sitting firmly in the military tent, with the style of a general.

The three old men usually have good card skills, and they are all veteran fighters for most of their lives. But tonight I was obviously absent-minded and always played the wrong cards. Zhang Laohan also "cheated" and lost quite badly.

The fat man saw that the chips in front of the three old men were getting less and less, but Wang Sanpao was already stacked in front of him, and it was estimated that he would have to win at least dozens of rolls.

The cards play spirit and courage, Wang Sanpao is also more and more lucky, this one has two sets of joy below, and the hand is all the same. When Lao Zhangtou trembled and typed out a Ruan Xiaoqi (seven strips), he shouted: "It's peaceful." ”

The three old men were dumbfounded and lost.

Wang Sanpao stood up: "It's a good sign today, go out to work." Come with me. With that, he put the sack on his back and pushed the door out of the house.

The fat man followed closely behind Wang Sanpao, and then there was the old man, all of whom were bent on their waists and trembled.

After walking a few steps, the fat man was a little puzzled: "Third uncle, where is this, how do you go to the village?" ”

"Hehe, we have to go around in a circle and cut off the back road of the yellow skin first." Wang Sanpao was not in a hurry, and he looked like he was nine out of ten, and the fat man was relieved.

The moon had climbed into the middle of the sky, and there was silence in all directions, except for the slight clicking of the soles of the soles of the shoes of five people on the snow.

"The moon is too bright, and the movement of stepping on the snow is too big, so I have to take a detour." Wang Sanpao turned around and said to the fat man: "This yellow skin is cunning, so if you want to hold it, you have to be more cunning than him." ”

The fat man nodded vigorously: This third uncle usually looks the most honest, and no matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with cunning.

After a large semicircle, I finally went around to the middle of the chicken farm and the forest. The fat man suddenly became excited: "It's not good, the goose over there is calling again!" Third uncle, why don't I go back and take a look first. "The fat man is in a hurry.

"I can't find it, but if you count the time, those things should be in trouble." Wang Sanpao threw the sack into the ground, and inside were short nets, only more than two feet high, with iron skewers tied at both ends, and the mesh was only the size of an egg.

"Start putting the net down, and you guys plug it in as I say." Wang Sanpao chose four or five places, set up the net, and then said to the fat man: "You go back first, remember to take a detour, and make some big moves when you go back." ”

The fat man agreed, and ran back with a blazing fire. He was fast and had strong endurance, and he ran back to the chicken coop in more than ten minutes, and heard the sound of a big goose quacking from afar.

Good guys, there are dark shadows all over the ground outside the chicken farm, and there are more of them than yesterday, swishing around. The fat man rushed into the house, picked up the washbasin with one hand, picked up the wicker stick with the other, and rushed out with a snort, and knocked it all over again.

The army of weasels finally began to break up, and these guys were all extremely agile and faster, and they only saw a yellow line on the ground.

The fat man strictly followed Wang Sanpao's instructions, chased after him, and the wicker sticks in his hands flew away, and in the middle of the night, this movement was absolutely earth-shattering.

ran to the ambush in one breath, only to see that Wang Sanpao had already started to clean up the fruits of victory. There were a few yellow skins stuck to the net, and their necks were digging into the mesh, and they were jumping on the ground, and their mouths were squeaking.

Wang Sanpao took a small hammer in his hand and knocked it on the head one by one. Crack, hammer at a time, a crisp sound echoed in the night sky.

The three old men were a little blank, standing aside and not daring to move. Every time Wang Sanpao knocked, they trembled very neatly, and they cooperated seamlessly.

The fat man was in a good mood: "Third uncle, you are still old, and this tactic is used just like fighting devils in the eighth way back then." After saying that, the fat man suddenly became excited, and then froze in place.

Zhang Laohan trembled and pointed at the fat man: "It's not good, it must have fascinated Wong Tai Sin!" ”

When the big and old Li Tou heard it, they ran away, they had heard too many legends of Wong Tai Sin in their lives, and they were really scared.

"What the hell, it's almost like a weasel's stinky fart can smoke me over." The fat man shouted vigorously, and then said to Wang Sanpao: "Third uncle, keep a few alive, don't get rid of the roots, it is estimated that they will never dare to come again in the future." ”

Wang Sanpao pointed to the Internet: "It's been a long time ago, there are many males and females, and people are still open to the net, so we can't do that desperate thing." ”

The fat man took a closer look, and sure enough, there were still yellow skins struggling on every net. However, Wang Sanpao can even distinguish between male and female, which is really a bit evil. So far, the fat man has been able to separate men and women, and the rest has been given for nothing. Even Kiki is stronger than him, and knows that it is a male duck with a few curly feathers on his tail.

"Tell you to steal chickens, hang for a while first, and remember for a long time." Looking at the weasel on the net, the fat man proudly lit a large front door, held it to his mouth, and then spat out a vicious breath of poisonous gas at a grinning weasel: "Ya, try Lao Tzu too!" ”

Unexpectedly, the weasel soon launched the same poisonous gas attack, and the fat man was smoked so that his cigarette fell to the ground, and he fled with his nose covered. Competing with weasels to release poison is blindness.

(It is said that there is a power outage today, so I can only update a chapter earlier, and I can sleep after I finish it, and I guess I can be like a fat man, and I will stick to the pillow)