The little brothers of the beard: "What they just saw, this should be a dream!"

The eight-character mustache who was named nodded subconsciously, he naturally knew how to do this kind of thing.

Jin Qing was not pretentious, handed his leisurely arm to the mustache, signaled him to straighten his bones, and then squinted his eyes and looked at the tiger on the ground, such a big one, enough to eat for many days!

After the second tiger was put on the ground by Jin Qing, he saw that Jin Qing and Bazihu were busy straightening their bones, while Bazihu's younger brother was standing aside silently.

The second tiger scratched his head, completely unaffected by the atmosphere of the scene, but walked straight to the dead tiger and carefully looked at the tiger, while slowly recalling the appearance of the tiger when it pounced on him and Jin Qing just now.

Here, the eight-character beard gave Jin Qing the right bones, Jin Qing moved his joints a few times, and sighed in his heart: When can I have a body of my own, the bodies of these clients are as soft as tofu dregs.

When he came back to his senses, Jin Qing saw the second tiger circling around the tiger, walked over and asked, "Can you draw this thing?" ”

Erhu replied without hesitation: "Yes!"

Jin Qing patted Erhu's shoulder with satisfaction: "There is a future!" "That's right, hurry up and paint your own paintings, don't expect Lao Tzu to support you until you are old.

Erhu was very happy to receive Jin Qing's praise, his smiling eyes narrowed into a line, although he couldn't understand what Jin Qing's words meant, but he could feel Jin Qing's good mood from Jin Qing's tone.

The five-person group next to him looked at Jin Qing's eyes full of fear: that was a woman who could kill an adult tiger with one punch!

Jin Qing didn't care what they were thinking, he walked straight towards the dead tiger on the ground and carried it on his shoulder.

Because Ah Xiang is slender, after carrying the tiger, the tiger's long tail is still dragging on the ground.

Erhu looked at it, and hurriedly trotted forward to pick up the tiger's tail, he also wanted to help do something within his ability, and at the same time said to Jin Qing with a smile: "This way it won't be so heavy!" ”

Jin Qingdan looked at Mei Zizi's Erhu in pain, and simply bent down to carry him on the other shoulder, or the strength of Erhu's feet, when would they be able to walk back.

The second tiger was suddenly carried by Jin Qing but did not scream, but insisted on holding the tiger tail in his hand, because he firmly believed that he could help.

Bazi Hu and his entourage, looking at Jin Qing's figure who was already about to leave, hurriedly shouted: "Stay, the heroine!" "They still have something to say.

When Jin Qing heard this, he ran away without looking back: Lao Tzu has just stood here for so long, you don't even fart, Lao Tzu just packed up his things and was about to leave, so you let Lao Tzu stay. I want Lao Tzu to carry something to chat with you, you think you can fly! Love, Lao Tzu is no longer waiting, you play slowly!

Watching Jin Qing leave quickly with the second tiger and the dead tiger on his shoulders, the Bazihu and his party looked at each other: ""Why doesn't this person play cards according to the routine!"

Because the place where the two tigers live is relatively remote, so Jin Qing carrying the tiger home did not alarm the villagers, and then thought that when the villagers learned that Ah Xiang was the person who came out of the building, looking at the expressions of Ah Xiang and the two tigers, Jin Qing knew that the two tigers were completely abandoned by the villagers.

At the door of the thatched house, Jin Qing was skillfully bleeding and skinning the tiger.

The second tiger stood on the side, holding a paintbrush to the cleaned tiger head, and muttered something in his mouth, as if recalling the scene when the two faced the tiger head-on.

After a lot of effort, Jin Qing processed the skin, flesh, and bones of the entire tiger separately, and then took a look at the drawing paper that the two tigers had laid on the ground.

Different from Erhu's daily sluggishness, his works all have their own unique characteristics.

Jin Qing saw that the tiger in the painting of the two tigers was roaring with its mouth open at this time, the tiger was vigorous, and its eyes were blazing, as if it could jump out of the painting at any time.

Jin Qing looked at the painting, and then looked at the two tigers who were frowning, and planned to paint in one go: You have no talent but no ability to protect yourself, those people are blind if they don't arrest you as a gunman!

Thinking of this, Jin Qing no longer paid attention to Erhu, who was busy painting on the side, and lit a fire to prepare for the barbecue.

In the early morning of the next day, Jin Qing told Erhu that he was going to go into the city to sell tiger skins in the market, and Erhu wanted to go with Jin Qing, but he was afraid that Ah Xiang would not find him when he came back, after all, in Erhu's heart, "Entering the city is equivalent to going to a far place." ”

In the end, Erhu could only reluctantly let go of Jin Qing, and obediently sat on the stone at the door of his house and waited for someone to go home.

Jin Qing wrapped a thick cloth towel around his face, took a tiger skin and a tiger whip and went directly into the pawnshop, after all, in this era, going to the pawnshop to sell things is the fastest way to make money.

As for going to the hospital, pharmacy and other places, she couldn't even think about the dream of meeting someone who needed these things and spending a lot of money to buy them.

Sure enough, the pawnshop shopkeeper turned over the tiger skin that had no wounds inside and out, and shouted to the courtiers inside: "Insects and rats, a piece of tattered fur, six coins of silver!" Then he squinted at Jin Qing outside the counter, revealing a mocking smile, which meant that love should not be appropriate, and it should not leave.

Jin Qing was not annoyed, but just reached out and took the purple clay pot placed on the desk by the shopkeeper.

When the shopkeeper saw that he stretched out his hand, he wanted to snatch it back, and he shouted, "What will you do? "This pot is his favorite, how can this person dare to rob it in broad daylight.

Jin Qing didn't speak, just walked to the wall of the pawnshop with the teapot, and pressed the pot into the wall little by little.

After the completion of the work, Jin Qing admired the purple clay pot with no scars at all, and showed a satisfied smile, her craftsmanship is getting better and better!

The shopkeeper saw the purple clay pot that had been perfectly embedded in the wall, and he was shocked, this time he was gone, and hurriedly scolded the nursing home around him: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and pour tea for your aunt!" ”

The nurses were stunned, didn't the court say that someone came to make trouble, why did they suddenly become aunts and grandmothers!

Jin Qing was respectfully invited into the inner room by the shopkeeper, this world, the emphasis is on the winner is the king, whoever has the big fist is the rule.

In the end, Jin Qing took the one hundred and twenty taels of silver given by the pawnshop shopkeeper and walked on the way back.

Unexpectedly, just as Jin Qing was about to walk to the gate of the city, he heard a deafening gong: "Fuyuan Dart Bureau, meet friends with martial arts, sincerely recruit dart heads, win the battle can get a hundred taels of silver, and enjoy the dart head worship." ”

Jin Qing's ears pricked up when he heard this, there was such a good thing!