When he brought a large bucket of salt to the bedroom of the tree house, Poplar found that the sky was only slightly revealing the white of the fish's belly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's noon, it's ......noon over there."

The sky was bright, the village was already alive, and when the windows were opened, a large group of half-sized children were already lined up in a crooked formation following the gesture of a strong man in front of him.

Exercising in the morning sun, what a bloody and inspirational picture?

After a few glances, Bai Yang felt very bored, and after comparing it, he found that it was not as good as the military physical boxing he learned in military training when he was in high school......

Twisting the plastic bucket with table salt to open the bedroom door, Poplar almost didn't scream, and the girl who had gotten up at some point was standing outside the door, looking at him with big eyes blinking.

I can't tell how I cried last night!

Because he doesn't understand the customs here, Poplar doesn't understand the girl's mentality at all, well, don't guess the girl's mind, this sentence was faithfully fulfilled by Poplar.

said hello to the other party in the morning, but the other party understood whether it was not within his scope of responsibility.

The girl just pouted silently, not at all surprised that Poplar had brought out a vat from the empty bedroom that she had never seen before.

Normal ones are weird, right?

Carrying the salt, Poplar came to the kitchen, and under the girl's wide-eyed gaze, she threw a fist-sized lump of brown salt out of the window under the girl's wide-eyed eyes and almost fainting......

“#￥……%%&**&”

The girl stood in front of Poplar and pointed at something, but Poplar didn't understand it at all.

grabbed the other party's wrist and looked like she was about to turn around and run out to pick up the salt.

Stopping the other party, Poplar picked up the wooden bowl and soaked it twice in the pool, and after shaking it dry, he filled the bucket with a bowl of white flower salt.

"We'll use this in the future," Poplar said, pointing to the salt in the bowl.

There seems to be something wrong, and this 'we' is too natural......

The girl didn't understand at all, under the gesture of the poplar, she stretched out two fingers and twisted a drop of salt grains and put them in her mouth, her eyes widened instantly, obviously they were all salted and bitter, but she was reluctant to vomit, and put an index finger in her mouth and looked at the poplar in surprise.

This picture, no longer looking at the ugly, Poplar forced to turn around and twist a bucket of salt to find the white-bearded old man.

I don't know if it's because the old man is very light in sleep, when Poplar found the white-bearded old man, the other party was already sitting on a rattan chair and looking at the group of half-sized children kindly.

The old man smiled and greeted the arrival of the poplar, and he didn't know what he was talking about......

Another blind gesture made by pointing fingers, letting the old man know that the powder in the bucket was table salt, which was a reward for the villagers who helped build the house yesterday, and then gave it to the other party even after stabbing it.

The old man's performance was more excited than the girl, he grabbed a small pinch of salt and stuffed it in his mouth, so salty that his nose and eyes were wrinkled into a heap, and he was reluctant to spit it out, and then the bones seemed to be a few pounds lighter, and he ran away with a bucket of salt......

Poplars who grew up in the city did not know the importance of salt to heavy manual laborers, who would have no strength if they did not eat salt for a long time, and their mental state would be very poor, osteoporosis or something, and most notably, their hair would turn gray......

"How low the standard of living must be here to make the villagers who get a little salt excited like this"!

Poplar almost died of sorrow, and if he resold the supplies, he felt that he could empty the bottoms of the pants of the villagers here.

The morning sun rises, its light is vast, the mist is like smoke, the dew is crystal clear, the leaves are waving, the grass and trees are fragrant, the children are playing, the smoke is curling, the sun, the woods, the breeze, the laughter, in this breezy morning constitutes a quiet and serene picture.

Poplar doesn't have a half-haired artist's breath, he just feels very comfortable with all this, bored squatting on a big stone to watch a group of muscular men of all sizes show off their bodies, and there is no intention of joining at all, his small body can't even compare to a child, so he won't lose that person.

Looking at it, Poplar found that the No. 3 barbarian sneakily ran to his side, taking advantage of his own inattention to 'blatantly' take away the electric baton placed on the side......

"What the hell is this guy doing"?

Then Poplar twitched so happily that he almost didn't roll off the rock.

I saw that Barbarian No. 3 somehow got a set of tattered armor composed of metal sheets, put it on the body of muscle bumps and steel plates, and then pressed the switch of the electric rod to slam the armor......

This time it was even worse, the metal was conductive, and she lay straight on the ground and pumped for a long time without getting up, and the electric rod rolled out far away......

"It's a lot of hard work to compete with electric batons, but I still admire your spirit of exploration."

While sighing, Poplar picked up the electric rod and continued to pause to watch a group of muscular men show off their bodies.

What puzzled Poplar was that the villagers didn't know whether the reflex arc was too long or that their receptivity had broken through the sky, and they didn't have any curiosity about the wood that disappeared last night, the salt and electric rods they brought, and they couldn't figure it out even if they wanted to break their heads.

"It's a good time, but I'm so bored and wasted time, it's just a shame."

While eating the barbecue carefully fed by the girl, Poplar sighed in his heart, and he felt even more bored when the group of muscular men of all sizes were gone.

Boredom is a disease, and it must be cured!

You have to find something to do, or you'll have to die of boredom, seeing the picture of a group of muscular men ready to go into the jungle hunting again, Poplar thought about it and patted his ass and ran over.

He didn't look for anyone else, so he found the three Iron Triangle barbarian combinations that brought him to this village, after all, he was familiar with them.

A blind comparison that is not easy to point, and it is not easy for the other party to understand what he wants to follow.

The three big guys muttered a few words and did not refuse.

Then Poplar's eyes widened as soon as he turned around, and he didn't know when the girl who had been following him had changed her outfit and continued to follow him silently.

A suit of leather armor, leather pants, leather boots, and leather bracers outlined the figure to the explosion, although the outfit looked a little rough and rough, but a wild spirit came to the face.

With a dagger stuck in his boots, a soft whip wrapped around his waist, a bow and arrows on his back, and a cold broadsword three feet long twisted in his hand, he was almost armed to the teeth?

Faced with the girl's dress, Poplar had the idea of beating himself ten times like playing.

Ya is not ashamed but proud, no matter how explosive the force value is, it can't hide the fact that these villagers live backwardly, and a sense of superiority of urban youth experiencing tribal life arises spontaneously......

And then...... Let's just set off, Poplar doesn't know how dangerous the jungle is, but among these few people whose force value is exploding, is there a sense of security?

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