"Boom!"

Qin Yiren lay on the couch, listening to the roar of his stomach, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The hunger was unbearable, but there were bursts of roaring, as if others didn't know that he was hungry. However, the stomach is not angry, it just wants to ring, like driving a tank, listening to this sound, it makes people speechless.

"Hey!" Qin Yiren is a human being in two lives, and the first time he encountered such a predicament, he could only sigh secretly.

It's not that Qin Yiren doesn't have a way to make money, Qin Yiren is also highly educated, he knows a lot of things, there are always some that were not available in the Warring States Period and were in demand, right? With so many small inventions and small creations, it is not a problem to mix food and clothing.

The problem is that if you want to do something, you have to have strength, and he is so hungry that he can't do anything; Even if he has the strength to do it, he must have freedom, he is currently under house arrest, and his world is only this small courtyard, and he can't use his strength.

Only to sit in the predicament, this is torture, to torture people to death.

"Whew!"

A cool breeze blew, like a knife, Qin Yiren's thin body bones could not stand it, and it felt like being poured a basin of cold water on his body in the past three or nine days.

It's winter now, the weather is extremely cold, Qin Yiren has no winter clothes, he is just wearing a tattered and old thin robe, where can he stand such a cold, he can't help but smoke cold, and his teeth fight.

Bedding?

It was an extravagant word, and according to his predecessor's memory, Qin Yiren didn't know how long it had been since he had used a futon.

"Gege!"

A sound of teeth colliding came from other rooms, it was very crisp, and Qin Yiren knew that Hei Bo, Mo'er, Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, and Fan Tong were also too cold to stand it.

Qin Yiren curled up like a dog and suffered bitterly, and finally got to the moon in the middle of the sky, jumped up from the couch with a grunt, dragged his tired body, went to the backyard, touched the direction where the fresh water came from, and finally came to the clay pot filled with water, and poured a stomach of cold water.

"It's cold, it's cold, it's fucking cold." Qin Yiren had already been frozen all over his body, without a trace of heat, and then drank a stomach of cold water, which was cold from the inside out, like a popsicle, and his teeth couldn't stop fighting.

Fortunately, after pouring cold water on my stomach, I finally regained some strength.

"It's time!" Qin Yiren looked up at the sky, only to see that it was dark and dreary, without a trace of starlight, picked up a dead branch, returned to the house, and went straight to Meng Zhao's house.

"It stinks!" As soon as he arrived at the door, he was dizzy with a smell that was worse than stool, Qin Yiren pinched his nose and entered Meng Zhao's house.

In the dark night, Meng Zhao could vaguely be seen falling asleep, making bursts of snoring, Qin Yiren sighed: "This skill is really amazing!" ”

Hungry so uncomfortable, Meng Zhao actually fell asleep, still so heavy, this kung fu is really amazing, I don't know how to practice it. How many hours does it take to starve for this extraordinary skill? Qin Yiren's nose was sour, and he had the urge to cry.

A pair of broken boots in front of the bed, according to Qin Yiren's memory, these two broken boots were tattered and rotten, like a wide open fish mouth, and they were very smelly and smelly, even more smelly than stool, and a sour smell made people dizzy.

Qin Yiren used a withered branch to hold a broken boot and sneakily went out of the house.

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Besides, Meng Zhao was sleeping soundly, only to feel someone talking in his ear: "Eat meat!" ”

"Meat?" The snoring sound seemed to have been cut by someone with scissors, and Meng Zhao jumped up as if he had installed a spring, his eyes widened, he looked around, and asked hopefully, "Where is the meat?" What about meat? ”

Meat, for Qin Yiren, it was a luxury word, and they didn't know how long it had been since they had eaten meat.

No, don't talk about eating meat, I can't remember how long I haven't smelled meat.

Therefore, the word meat has a great attraction to Meng Zhao, although he vaguely heard the word "meat" in his sleep, he still woke up immediately and swallowed his saliva.

"Meng Zhao, follow me." Qin Yiren's weak voice sounded.

"Childe?" Meng Zhao hurriedly put on his boots and screamed: "Why are my boots so wet?" It's like washing. ”

"What so much nonsense? Do you want to eat meat? Qin Yiren asked in a deep voice.

"Think about it!" Meng Zhao didn't know how many words he said in one breath, and he didn't believe it: "Childe, do you really have meat to eat?" You're not kidding me? ”

"If you want to eat meat, come with me." Qin Yiren didn't talk nonsense, turned around and left.

"Meat? Childe must be confused, how can there be meat. Meng Zhao couldn't stop muttering, but he had to follow.

When he came to the backyard, Meng Zhao was startled, only to see a mountain of meat lying on the ground, his eyes widened violently, and he screamed: "Isn't this the hateful big yellow dog?" Hey, how did you live and die? ”

Zhao Ping's vicious dog, the big yellow dog, was lying upright on the ground, the dog's head was drooping to the side, and the dog was foaming at the mouth, and he couldn't die anymore.

How vicious that vicious dog is, Meng Zhao will not know that they have suffered a big loss from this vicious dog, and they know how difficult it is to deal with this big yellow dog. If it was easy to deal with, it would have become their stomach food long ago, and they would not be allowed to bark.

It was such a vicious dog that was difficult to deal with, and it was so dead that Meng Zhao felt like he was in a dream, and he didn't believe it was true at all.

"Is this true? Didn't I dream? Meng Zhao's mouth was wide open enough to stuff an egg, and he didn't notice that Qin Yiren's claws were stretching out towards his thighs.

"Ahh Childe, why are you screwing me? Meng Zhao suddenly screamed and asked Qin Yiren.

Qin Yiren secretly twisted Meng Zhao's leg hard, but it was uncomfortable, where is this human leg, it should be called a wooden leg, there is no trace of flesh, only a thin layer of skin: "Knowing that the pain is not a dream, I will help you sober up." ”

"There's meat to eat." Meng Zhao couldn't help swallowing his saliva, overjoyed, and half-said and half-sang in a sentence, expressing his good mood.

"I'll leave this to you beforehand." Qin Yiren has assigned a task.

"Childe, don't worry, I'm good at picking dog skins." Meng Zhao volunteered and was full of confidence, and said: "Not only am I good at it, but even Ma Gai and Fan Tong are also good at it, with us here, you can put your heart in your stomach." ”

Turning around, they rushed into the house in a hurry, and it didn't take long for Ma Gai, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Mo'er to follow, their faces were incredulous, and when they saw the dead big yellow dog, they were surprised again.

This big yellow dog is the size of a calf, it is a mountain of meat, enough for them to eat a good meal, who can not be happy? Rejoicing and energetic, they even rap and sing to express their good mood.

"Childe, you rest, wait and wait. Mo'er and I boiled water and stewed dog meat. Meng Zhao, you three pick up dog skins, be fast, be fast. Hei Bo commanded the group to work, and he was overjoyed, and his white head shook around, and he was very happy.

"Soon, soon." Meng Zhao and the three of them said in unison. I'm so hungry and uncomfortable, I can't wait to hold the big yellow dog and nibble hard, do you dare to hurry?

"Childe, you killed you, right?" Meng Zhao suddenly remembered something.

"yes." Qin Yiren held his head high, and said smugly: "I'm calling a dog and not stealing chickens." ”

"Childe, where are the chickens? If there were chickens, would they be able to stay for now? Magai shook his head violently.

If there were chickens in this courtyard, wouldn't they have become their food earlier?

"Childe, how did you kill this vicious dog?" Mo'er was very curious, blinking her black and white eyes and asked.

She was as thin as a bamboo pole, and her winkling appearance was extremely playful, like a playful skeleton coquettish.

"Yes, Childe, how did you do it?" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong and Hei Bo were also curious, their eyes flickering, staring at Qin Yiren.

They know very well how difficult the big yellow dog is to deal with, and if they don't want to be curious, they can't do it.