Laiwang walked all the way with a two-hundred-pound crockpot, and today's things are a little strange, Laiwang is eager to go back to verify it. Before picking up this crockpot, Laiwang had always regarded the events of last night as a strange dream, but now it seems that it was not a simple dream. Villagers, especially people like Laiwang, who are not very educated, are more likely to accept more fantastic supernatural events than ordinary people.

The whole thing is full of supernatural things, although Laiwang hopes that this kind of supernatural can come more violently, but no matter who encounters this kind of thing, his heart is not very steady.

There are two or three miles of rugged mountain roads from the old house to the mountain temple, and it only takes ten minutes to come to Wang. I didn't take a breath all the way, and when I arrived at the mountain temple, I didn't even breathe. There wasn't much sweat on his body either.

After entering the mountain temple, Laiwang realized that he didn't even have a place to speak. Laifu has not come back yet, and even if he does, Laiwang does not feel that he can have any common language with Laifu. The statue of the mountain god seems to be a little more dilapidated than it was when I saw it yesterday. According to the situation in the dream, the old mountain god returned directly to the fairy world without waiting for the handover rights, and this mud bodhisattva has now become a real mud ball.

"What the hell is going on?" Laiwang was very rare and deep for a while.

Rifle also encountered a lot of supernatural situations on this day. When it went to the mountains, it ran very fast, and although it felt surprisingly lighter than usual, it ran surprisingly fast along the way, but it didn't make Rifle feel too strange. Dogs also have times when their state is getting better and worse day by day, and sometimes they are in good shape, so they shouldn't be too surprised. A dog is less likely to require very complex analytical activities.

Laifu is much more familiar with this starfall than Laiwang, no matter how deep he goes into the primeval forest where the stars fall, Laifu does not need to worry about getting lost. Generally, after walking not far, Laifu will walk under a big tree, sniff under the tree to see if there is a smell of other dogs, and then he will habitually lift his hind legs, and shoot out a small part of the urine that has been held for a long time, and the direction is extremely accurate. Rifle used to put his right hind leg on a tree, and then with a very comfortable look. The whole process was very relaxing. As a dog, it doesn't need to worry about being embarrassed if it is seen by its own kind.

Urine means a lot to dogs. Therefore, the blessing will not be like a person, just to let go of the burden. And this activity can be regarded as an important way to regulate exhaustion. It's like a person who likes to smoke, when he gets tired of walking, he will stop and smoke a cigarette, and the feeling of swallowing clouds and spitting fog is very enjoyable.

The sound of rustling in the bushes on the side interrupted Laifu's reminiscence of the relaxing activity he had just had. Rifle leaned forward gently, spotting the target of the trip in the grass behind the bushes.

A chubby pheasant was looking around in the grass with its neck outstretched, its vigilance was strong, but its guts were not small. Pheasants sometimes do something surprisingly adventurous. Sometimes, when passers-by pass by, they will be so confident in their hidden skills that they hide in the grass and don't bother to stretch their wings. When passers-by come to the side, some of them will fly away in horror. As a result, both the birds and the people were startled.

Although the pheasant heard the movement of the rifle, it was still on guard, not fleeing quickly.

Although Laiwang has only been a puppy, he is more experienced in hunting, although most of his previous experience came from the old hen of Aunt Osmanthus's house. But a successful experience is always a successful experience.

Laiwang knew that if he wanted this fat pheasant to be his meal with Laiwang, he had to let the pheasant, who was already on guard, let his guard down. So Laifu didn't act immediately, and he was prostrate on one side, trying to control his breathing.

The pheasant craned its neck and looked around for a moment, thinking that the movement was the result of the wind. So, it finally let its guard down, retracted its neck, and continued to snooze in the grass.

Laifu, who had just closed his eyes to recuperate, had already opened his eyes at this time, and then took advantage of the rustling of the bushes in the breeze, and gently sneaked in the direction where the pheasant was lurking.

When it was less than two meters away from the pheasant, the pheasant finally sensed the danger, and it stuck out its neck, and its head strafed in all directions, and found that it was not difficult for the Rifle, which was a little higher than the grass and approached quickly.

The pheasants fled in a hurry, and Laifu also attacked quickly. Like a cheetah, Rifle soared into the air and pounced on the pheasant as it prepared to take off. The process is lightning fast.

But just when Laifu flew up, something went wrong, and Laifu poured the strength of his whole body into his four legs according to his usual habits, but found that his body popped out at a high speed like a rocket. As a result, after colliding with a pheasant in the air, Rifle continued to gain momentum and crashed straight into a huge rock farther away.

"Bang!" Rifle's head hit the stone paper directly, and the prey in his claws had no time to care.

The pheasant crowed, but instead of flying away, it dragged its freshly broken wings and struggled through the bushes.

Rifle has Venus on its head, and it can't figure out how a well-prepared hunting process will end up hitting the wall to find a short-sightedness. But there is one thing, even a dog's head can understand that such a long distance is not something it can usually jump out. The supernatural problem that the heads of Laiwang people can't think clearly, and the dog's head of Laifu naturally can't figure it out. What's more, whether Laifu, as a dog, will have the same dream as Laiwang last night, it is impossible to verify at all.

Rifle didn't think much more about his situation, and its head didn't seem to crack after a violent collision with the boulder. And the most urgent problem at hand is to solve the problem of eating at night. Last night, one person only relied on that pheasant to solve the food problem. If he returns empty-handed today, Rifle will only have to worry about whether he can find a suitable belt for his dog.

Laifu caught up with the fat pheasant who was limping and struggling to move forward in three or two steps, and then bit off the pheasant's neck in the pheasant's wailing and held it directly in his mouth. Although the hunting mission went wrong, it was still successfully completed. Laifu did not linger in the mountains. Because since the morning, the belly that has not taken a drop of oil and water has been growling.

When Laifu walked into the mountain temple, he smelled the familiar aroma of rice. Laiwang used a few bricks to build a stove in a corner of the mountain temple, and at this time the pot had been set up and was cooking.

Laiwang was very happy to see Laifu come back, of course, it is not ruled out that Laiwang was just happy to see the pheasant weighing three or four catties in Laifu's mouth. Laifu didn't distinguish the difference, and after putting the pheasant in his mouth on the ground, he ran to Laiwang's side, stretched out his two front feet directly and put them on Laiwang's body, and the little head kept smelling Laiwang's body. Even wanted to stick your tongue out and taste the owner's taste.

Laiwang patted Laifu's head with his hand, and then picked up Laifu and put it aside to roast the fire. Although Laifu's thick fur made it not feel cold, it still honestly lay down at Laiwang's feet, and put its head on Laiwang's cotton shoes that had not been dried for a long time. There are already several holes in these shoes, which were left by Wang's parents back then.

Laiwang's mother began to prepare cotton shoes when Laiwang was very young, and it is said that she was worried that she would not be able to make shoes when she was too old to see. After the house collapsed, Laiwang found several pairs of cotton shoes in snakeskin bags from the cabinets in his home. Because the disaster came so suddenly, there were not many shoes in the snakeskin bag. Laiwang cherishes shoes because they are the only thoughts his parents have left.

Laifu has been squatting by the stove, watching Laiwang cook the rice, boil the hot water, and then start cleaning up the pheasants. When Laiwang threw the pheasant's inverted intestines over, although Laifu frowned and snorted, he still couldn't resist the temptation of the meat, and ate the intestines with a little displeasure. In fact, except for a slight smell, the taste is still quite good.

But the chicken butt that Laiwang threw over next made Laiwang very angry and screamed a few times angrily.

Laiwang saw that Laifu kept screaming, thinking that it was embarrassed to eat first, and rarely praised Laifu's style verbally, "You have worked hard today, eat some to fill your stomach first." ”

When Laifu saw Laiwang say this, he knew if he was a little dog-hearted, but Laifu's next sentence simply made Laifu angry.

"Today the chicken thighs are gone. Seeing that I've been tired in the past two days, I should make up for it. "Laiwang chopped the pheasant leg so big that almost one chicken leg was half of the chicken.

Laifu shouted happily and expressed his inner dissatisfaction. Laiwang thought that Laifu just wanted to eat. He smiled, "Don't worry, don't worry, wait for the chicken head and chicken neck or something." And the chicken bones, I can't swallow them, and they belong to you. ”

Although Laiwang ignored the right to dogs, he planned it carefully. But plans can't keep up with the changes.

"Oh, it smells so good. Hehe, the people in Tunli thought you were starving in the mountain temple, but I didn't expect you to be a good child. Like a fairy. Is this a pheasant in the mountains? Zhao Shuliang walked into the mountain temple with an old quilt, threw the quilt directly on the haystack, and then walked over and lifted the lid of the pot.

"Uncle. What are you? Laiwang naturally understood what was going on.

"Since you call me uncle, what else do you ask? Your brother and they all bought new ones when they got married, and the old ones were idle at home, and you just happened to lack them here, so if you don't dislike them, make do with them. If you still lack anything, go to your uncle's house and get it. Zhao Shuliang said it lightly. In the eyes of rural people, this is really nothing. If a family suffers a disaster, if the villagers don't say something, they will always feel a little unhappy.

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