The grinding tool grinded on the boulder, making a rough sound, Ye Duhong gradually became familiar with this sound, he found that he could immerse himself in this sound, no longer had inner restlessness, although there were blood blisters on his hands, he did not feel very painful grinding the boulder, it seemed that he had been numb.

The powder of the boulder was spread on Ye Duhong's slightly small arm, and he worked as hard as everyone else, even if his body felt tired, he didn't cry out that he was tired, and he knew what the end of complaining was.

At this time, the weather in the Demon Domain was very hot, and there seemed to be a viscous and irresistible heat flow in the air every day, especially at high places, Ye Duhong and other colleagues were in the hot weather. The mornings here are very cold, and they have to wear thick clothes, but these workers do not feel cold when they work, so they do not need to wear thick clothes like the overseers. By the morning, it was getting hotter, and it was getting hotter and hotter, and the night Duhong sweated on his arms, sweated on his body, and the sweat on his body wet his clothes, and the sweat on his arms combined the stones into a viscous substance.

Ye Duhong didn't dare to complain, and he didn't want to complain, so he treated himself as a machine and kept working, and Ye Duhong even found that it was still good to be a machine qì, and he didn't have to think about people's trivial things.

Ye Duhong worked all day in the scorching heat, he sweated a lot, and his body almost collapsed, but Ye Duhong's heart had a kind of relaxation, which was an indescribable pleasure.

A meal was arranged on the construction site in the evening, this meal was still a porridge that was difficult to swallow, and Ye Duhong had a long memory, and this meal had to be eaten anyway. Ye Duhong lined up to get a bowl of porridge, the porridge in the coarse porcelain bowl is still the same as noon, it is not delicious, it is likely that it is not finished at noon, and the rest, no matter what, as long as you drink this bowl of things, you can be full, and only when you are full can you have the strength to work. You must work hard, if you don't work hard, it's hard to say when you will be burned to death under the plane tree.

Just after dinner, Ye Duhong came to the boulder with Thirty-seven, and looked down from the height where the boulder was located, the earth was like a piece of fiery charcoal, baking all the people on the ground, and Ye Duhong's sweat was coming out again, and his clothes were wet.

Ye Duhong grinds stones, he feels a wonderful rhythm, he can grind the grinding tools on the boulder to make a good sound, and it does not affect the work, Ye Duhong is playing the composed repertoire while composing music, he is appreciating his improvisation.

At this time, a big scorpion crawled out from under the boulder, this scorpion is a scorpion in the mountain, the elder, there is a layer of skin on the body, shiny, scary, Ye Duhong saw this scorpion turn left and right to climb on the boulder, he was a little scared, but thirty-seven was excited. Thirty-seven put down the abrasive tool in his hand, reached out and pinched the scorpion's tail, which happened to be pinched in front of the stinger, and Thirty-seven's fingers skillfully pinched, and the scorpion's thorn was pinched off. Then, Thirty-Seven put the scorpion to his mouth, bit off one of its legs, and Thirty-Seven chewed one leg with a good taste, and then went to eat the other parts of the scorpion, and in a short time Thirty-Seven ate the whole scorpion.

Thirty-seven, who had eaten the scorpion, picked up the grinding tool and grinded it on the boulder, and Ye Duhong could hear some kind of satisfaction from this voice.

"You eat scorpions?" asked Ye Duhong.

"As is often the case," said Thirty-Seven, "the scorpions are delicious, and the centipedes are even more delicious, and the leeches, the loaches, and the yellow eels, all of them are delicious, and I have eaten them all." ”

"Eat it raw?" asked Ye Duhong.

"It is a common thing," said Thirty-Seven, "that is, when you pick it up and eat it, it is delicious." ”

Ye Duhong couldn't accept eating those things anyway, and when Ye Duhong remembered that he ate scorpions at thirty-seven, he would hit a spirit.

After finishing eating, Thirty-Seven came over again and said, "I see that you are very nervous, are you afraid of being burned to death? I have not been here for a long time, but I can be regarded as an old fritter, I tell you, as long as you do not run away, I will not burn you, you think, what are you working here, what is he burning you for? You are not good enough, at most you will be pumped a few sticks, and the pain will pass, and after the pain, Lao Tzu will still be free." ”

Hearing Thirty-Seven say this, Ye Duhong was relieved, he had always been afraid that he would be burned alive, and even more afraid of being tortured by a red-hot soldering iron. Ye Duhong grinded the boulder hard, he grinded the boulder very hard, but he found that he didn't grind fast at thirty-seven at all, and he didn't grind as well as thirty-seven.

Ye Duhong didn't know when he got used to life here, at first Ye Duhong felt that he was a machine, but slowly he could think about things while working, and occasionally thought of a joke that used to happen, Ye Duhong would laugh, and the thirty-seven next to him would say: "Eat scorpions? So happy." Ye Duhong didn't eat scorpions, he was happy because he remembered the past, Ye Duhong caught scorpions in his childhood, he still remembered those cool summer nights, he carried a small bottle and bottle, walked the streets and alleys to catch scorpions, once, the small tweezers he held did not clamp the scorpion, the scorpion began to run, Ye Duhong was anxious to clip, not very hard, he was stung by the scorpion, Ye Duhong pinched the finger that was stung, returned home, just entered the house not long after, he cried, Ye Duhong saw his family, only really cried, crying loudly, his fingers hurt violently。

At that time, the scorpion that stung Duhong at night was a small scorpion, and Thirty-seven ate a big scorpion just now, so Ye Duhong said: "You can eat scorpions, you really have the ability." ”

Thirty-seven said happily: "Hey, what is so funny about seeing you laugh just now? ”

Ye Duhong didn't explain what he was laughing at, but said to Thirty-Seven, "You say, if I really run away, what will the Overseer do to me?"

"What?" said XXXVII, "you want to run away, don't you dare, if you run, you will be caught by the overseers, burned, burned to death, you know? Don't you see people being burned to death?"

"Alas, I just don't want to do these jobs, I just want to enjoy life, what we eat every day is not delicious, I might as well die like this," Ye Duhong said, "I think of a lot of delicacies, what fried gourd seeds, fried loofah seeds, sugar cane, grapefruit, hot and sour enoki mushrooms, sour noodle soup, grilled eggplant, longan lotus seed eight treasure porridge, longan coconut fruit eight treasure porridge, crayfish, edamame, peanuts, roasted black pepper beef, black wine, yellow wine, hand lobster, vanilla cream flavored milk, lean meat sandwich bun, spicy river shrimp, royal wine, Mahjong pancakes, corn tortillas, chicken porridge with pickled bamboo shoots, squid whiskers, squid fillets, ham and egg buns, sanding buns, sauce meat buns, plum cabbage buns, corn, melons, nectarines, ouch, I want to eat it. ”

"Is there a scorpion that tastes good?" asked Thirty-Seven questioningly.

Ye Duhong didn't answer Thirty-Seven's words, but said lightly: "I discussed with my master when I was eating, and we fled together." ”