"I'll go! What about Lao Tzu's sheep?" Song Yong's voice full of horror sounded in the simple room.

It was after he had returned straight to the bungalow with a large pile of things, only to find that the little lamb he had brought back was now lying in the corner of the house, looking very weak.

With Song Yong's limited knowledge, after examining the little lamb, he could only summarize it into one result in the end:

I guess I forgot that I needed to cut some grass and put it in the room before I went out, and it seemed that the poor little lamb was starving.

The conclusion is such a conclusion, as to whether it is or not he is not so sure.

Otherwise, what else can you do, spend money to send it to the pet hospital to see? This thing never imagined that there was no possibility that the creatures of the primitive era would go wrong when they passed through the space-time passage.

He is such a commodity full of bacteria in the modern plane, after entering the plane of the primitive era.

But miraculously it was not transmitted to the primitive people, and he also never even thought of it.

He just picked up the newly purchased pig-killing knife, polished it a little on the grinding wheel, and spread a discarded oilcloth in the corner of the room.

Song Yong's first sheep killing process in his life began in this simple and rude way.

Scenes similar to the slaughter of pigs and sheep are not at all new to Song Yong, who was born as a child in the countryside; when he was a child, whenever the village killed pigs and sheep, it was still a reserved program for their entertainment.

It was only when he was hands-on, coupled with the lack of many professional tools, that Song Yong knew how difficult it was to kill sheep.

In the end, after two hours of busy work, Song Yong, who was about to vomit, finally completed this.

And the Gray Rabbit tribe in the primitive era, those female comrades in the gardenia, it seems that it only took more than half an hour, and even the internal organs were cleaned......

By three o'clock in the afternoon, the four newly purchased plastic basins were already filled with marinated pieces of mutton that had been removed from the fishy smell.

In addition, there are two other pots, which are cut lamb chops and kidneys.

Song Yong plans to sell these things at night, and if he really can't sell them, he will keep them for himself to eat; it can be regarded as a consolation, he is about to be busy with the hardships of becoming a dog.

In addition, the bloodstained and messy room was also cleaned up by him.

The bloodstains were scrubbed clean by him, and the sheep intestines and stomachs that he didn't have time to clean up, as well as the sheepskins that had been peeled off, were thrown into the corner of the toilet.

didn't bother to take a break, Song Yong took the bamboo skewer and began to put on the mutton.

After spending more than ten minutes and skewering out more than fifty skewers of mutton, Song Yong was helpless to find that with his own speed alone, he really couldn't finish it before it was too dark.

At this time, a familiar voice came from outside the door: "Hang * Mao, are you inside?"

As soon as Song Yong heard this voice, he immediately came to his senses, he first locked the toilet door, and then quickly opened the door to take a look.

Sure enough, I heard it right, the person shouting outside was Brother Jiang, the gambling dog.

Then, Brother Jiang, who was standing at the door with a cigarette in his mouth, found Song Yong, who was looking at him with fiery eyes, and his heart was inexplicably furious.

In the thirties of the weather, he helplessly hugged his shoulders and clamped his legs at the same time.

It's a bit stuffy, the smell isn't so good, and it's a smoky room.

Brother Jiang, who was holding a cigarette, said with infinite embarrassment in his tone:

Exclusive private mansions, invincible landscapes, and the great business of selling mutton skewers, this is the rhythm of going ashore to be the boss completely. ”

Of course, when he was speaking, Brother Jiang's movements in his hands were not slow at all.

He grasped a handful of mutton in his left hand, and under the rapid piercing of the bamboo stick in his right hand, after a little effort, a string of pierced mutton skewers was already formed.

And Song Yong, who started at almost the same time as Brother Jiang, only wore half of a mutton skewer......

Just now, Song Yong invited Brother Jiang to help dress the mutton together on the condition of drinking at night.

In the face of this abrupt invitation, Brother Jiang's expression when he looked at Song Yong was indescribably complicated;

You're no longer the same as you used to be.

After sighing, Brother Jiang, who washed his hands in the broken plastic stab, still squatted down to wear meat together.

It's just a moment later, so that Song Yong discovered Brother Jiang, such a meat-wearing talent who lives among the people, those hands that are so flexible for some reason, wearing meat skewers, are called a top two.

In the end, with the help of Brother Jiang, at the beginning of six o'clock, the four large pots of mutton were finally put on.

It's just that from beginning to end, Song Yong didn't say a word: "Brother Jiang, follow me in the future!"

Because he knew that the last pitiful arrogance of the gods of Sanhe could not be measured by common sense, and perhaps they promised to be able to lay down all their dignity under the Internet in order to have a meal.

But sometimes, they are stubborn and terrible, and would rather starve to death than go to the black factory.

By the same token, it may not be a problem to let them help once in a while, but it is impossible to let them work under an acquaintance like yourself.

At least in the current situation, that's not possible.

Sure enough, after finishing his work, Brother Jiang didn't wait for Song Yong to speak, and invited him to go to a fast food restaurant outside to fill his stomach or something.

Brother Jiang had already stood up, and the self-esteem in his heart, which had no reason or sign, flares up.

In his mouth, he pretended to be chic:

"I'll go first! I've had bad luck for the past two days, so I can't go to your party at night; wait until a few days later, I'll go to your place and drink three or two bottles." ”

Faced with this situation, Song Yong could only try to be as euphemistic as possible:

"That's okay! In the future, I will set up a stall at the Amestoe store, and if Brother Jiang is free at night, he will come over and drink two bottles with his brother. ”

Obviously, Song Yong's words made Brother Jiang very happy.

After waving his hand in a chic manner, he walked towards the gate of the park with the soft white sand given by Song Yong in his mouth.

Under the golden sunset, the sun shone on his leather pants with a thick layer of oil, and Brother Jiang tried hard to make his walking steps look more free.

But to be honest, except for the gloomy eyes, Song Yong didn't see any chic taste.

In such a terrible background that made his heart inexplicably blocked, Song Yong finally remembered something.

He looked at the back of the bleak man and yelled: "By the way, Brother Jiang, you came to me before, what is the matter?"

After Brother Jiang heard this, he still maintained the back that he thought was chic and did not look back.

In his mouth, he replied:

"The shared bicycle you are riding is hidden in the green belt by the hanging * hair of the stick before, and for this matter, that kid scolded the street for a long time yesterday afternoon, so you better be careful not to be seen by him. ”

Hearing such an answer, Song Yong's mind couldn't help but flood with a figure of the great god Sanhe with long hair on his shawl and flying nunchucks.

Suddenly, he shuddered for no reason:

What kind of is this......

Seeing that the time was not too early, Song Yong didn't have the heart to eat dinner, so he hurriedly carried a basin full of ingredients and walked towards the door of the store.

By the time he had walked three times in a row and brought the six basins into place, it was completely dark.

After that, of course, three tables were set up in front of the store, and a few pieces of charcoal were set on fire in the kitchen of the store.

With more machine-made charcoal, emitting a blazing red light in the night, Song Yong, a small stall that didn't even have a name, finally opened with great difficulty.