So I took Daifuku and continued to hurry, because I drank too much last night, I got up late today, plus such a delay, and now it looks like it's almost noon.

Usually I can't eat much the next day after getting drunk, so I drank a small sip of that hangover tea in the morning and ate a little pizza, and now I'm hungry and weak.

I'm in a hurry, but I still have to eat, but I'm a fly now, so I don't have to do anything like the body of a maggot.

We can fly, so the need for things is not as urgent as before, if you are hungry, it is good to fly far away and eat something early.

I'm not a very particular person, as long as I don't feel disgusted and can eat a full stomach.

When I felt hungry, I said to Daifuku next to me, "Isn't Daifuku hungry?" ”

"Are you hungry?" Daifuku immediately reacted and asked.

"yes, I didn't eat much in the morning, and now it's noon again, let's go find something to eat." I built yì road.

"Okay, but what are you going to eat?" Na Daifu looked around and said very puzzledly.

"Ah, look, then you have a lump of cow dung, it seems like it's still hot, let's go eat some." Na Dafu suddenly saw a lump of cow dung and shouted happily.

Damn, I'm all flies now, what can't I eat, and I still eat that thing, it's so disgusting, how can I eat? I didn't eat maggots when I was a maggot, but now I can fly and eat them?

I'm not going to kill me. Whoever likes to go, I won't go anyway.

Isn't the countryside now modernized? Nowadays, no matter what farm work you do, you basically ask for a machine, and there are very few cattle raisers. How can there be cow dung?

Being a person is no longer in my range of considerations, anyway, I don't want to touch that thing at all, and it's impossible to even smell it.

But speaking of this cow dung, I remembered an interesting story when we were young, when we were young and ignorant, and many naughty children liked to play together.

And then we would sell a couple of dollar torpedoes, and we had dollar torpedoes at that time. It should be at least five dollars now.

You can imagine how huge the power is, plus the money at that time was unusually expensive, unlike today's children who have a hundred dollars at every turn.

We had five dollars at that time, which was a lot of money.

And buying a torpedo is like buying an atomic bomb. It's not a torpedo, it's a work of art, and we're going to have to play with it for a long time.

Find the most suitable location for it to explode before it will be fired, and make it meaningful for him to explode. There is art. There is self-cultivation, but also an aftertaste.

Because as soon as this torpedo sounded, two bags of five-cent spicy strips were gone, and at that time, the spicy strip cliff was a sharp weapon to buy the surrounding good use.

Whether you can be the king of the mountain depends on how many spicy noodles you have, you want to have good friends around you, you want to isolate a small pot friend, spicy noodles are definitely the only currency, it is worth more than the dollar, of course, at that time we didn't know what the dollar was.

We took the torpedo and looked around for a suitable place to set it off. I still vaguely remember that I was among the children like an emperor who went out to play, and those friends around me were like civil and military officials.

Follow me for a hundred years. On the one hand, I want to set off where to fire, and some say that it is fried in the pond to play, how beautiful it is.

Some say that they want to cover it with a jelly box, fry the box to play, and the box will fall apart in an instant, which is exciting.

Others say that the bamboo is fried, a small hole is dug in the middle of the bamboo, and the torpedo is put in, so that with such a loud bang, the bamboo will break, how awesome.

And I listened to the opinions of the civil and military officials below like an emperor, and secretly speculated in my heart, what is the best thing to bomb? It's the only one.

It must be blown extraordinary, it must be blown different, and it must be blown up with deep memories, so that they will remember in their hearts that I am their only king.

While we were having a heated discussion, a cow was led by an adult in front of us, but just as we were walking past, the cow suddenly stopped, and in front of us, pulled a lump of poop right in front of our eyes.

Cows will be cows, or when they say, they are all described by cows, not lions and tigers that are more ferocious than cows or something?

That shows that there is still a very good side to the cow.

I saw the cow pulling a lump of cow dung the size of a basin in front of us.

So how big is the basin? It is a basin for washing your face normally at home, and it can hold at least two washbasins the size of two basketballs.

You can imagine how big it was, because it had just been pulled out of the body, so there was still white smoke on it, and it was obviously hot.

That's when a friend of mine suddenly said, let's blow it up.

I was immediately unanimous with this adventurous and challenging move.

And I was also amazed by the unprecedented huge cow dung in front of me, what would be the effect of this explosion?

So I nodded at my emperor-like head.

Then the whole scene began to be lively, and I only needed to take the torpedo commander to prepare, and the friends below didn't start to get busy.

Busy with what? Of course, I was busy finding the best seat to watch, this was an unprecedented grand scene, and after all the hiding places were found, I would light the fuse.

And the person who was excluded from lighting the torpedo was undoubtedly like Guan Rong holding the Olympic flame, which is something that no one dreams of.

So someone quickly helped me find a place to hide, but I didn't need any place to hide, just hide on the edge of the grass pile on the side of the road.

The most and most reacted movies in our era were anti-Japanese war films, and under the influence of those anti-Japanese war films, we like to think about the Red Army uncle on TV lying on the grass and watching the situation outside as if observing the enemy.

Once I had found my position, I gave my best friend the torpedo and told him to stick it in the middle of the cow dung, and the guy received the torpedo, gave me a standard military salute, and shouted loudly to make sure the task was done.

Then the guy slowly walked towards the cow dung, only to see that he had been on the cow dung for a long time, and then inserted it in the middle, and then looked at it a few times and felt that it was not crooked, and then he felt that he had completed the task perfectly.

(To be continued.) )