"Come on, come on, it just happened that you killed the pig today, and you were also in a hurry, so let's have a good time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Sun An patted Fang Hong's shoulder vigorously, and then walked over to the pile of wild boar, skillfully cut off a large piece of foreleg meat, and also put on a piece of pork belly.

The meat of the front leg is more delicate, and there is a lot of fat, so you can boil some oil residue when you go home, and it tastes good when you eat it. And the pork belly is used to cook soup, it is a delicacy, the soup is white and fragrant, the meat is firm and elastic, or how to say that he is a professional pig killer, this is to pick meat.

"I don't want the money for killing pigs, but the meat belongs to me, and you can distribute the rest by yourself and send it from house to house. Sun An was also familiar with these people, and immediately spoke.

That's how they ruled, and those who kill pigs can generally buy the meat of the pig first. If you don't want to be paid, you can just cut a piece and take it away, and no one will gossip.

"Okay, you can go first. A few people on the side also saw that something was wrong with Sun An, so they patted their chests and responded.

"Brother Hong, let's go, let's go to your house, I want to eat the dishes made by Yin Chuan." But if you're not at home, we won't be able to eat. Sun An took a straw rope and put two pieces of meat on them, put them on his shoulders, and said in a sly manner.

"Yin Chuan, is she still like this?" Hearing this name, countless thoughts surged in Fang Hong's heart. He was taken care of by Yin Chuan when he was a child, although Yin Chuan was no more than two years older than him, but he was much more sensible than him.

"Ah, where can I go if I'm not here?" Sun An glanced at Fang Hong a little strangely, since Fang Hong and Fang Dayuan left, the Fang family was left with Yin Chuan alone. However, despite this, Yin Chuan still cleaned up her house in an orderly manner, and many people in the village wanted to tell her the matchmaker, but after all, she was the maid of the Fang family, and the master's family was not there, so she couldn't find the matchmaker.

Fang Hong laughed hesitantly, and did not squeak.

The three of them followed the river at the head of the village and headed west. The Fang family's house is the largest in the village, and it is also very conspicuous, and it can be seen from a distance.

Looking at the place where he had lived for more than ten years, an indescribable sour feeling appeared in Fang Hong's chest. He thought a lot about it At this time, Ah Cai and Ah Gui suddenly jumped out from behind the door and escorted him back. And Fang Dayuan would have a black face and wait for him in the house with a rattan whip.

Walking to the gate, Fang Hong was about to knock on the door. But the action paused halfway, hesitated for a few breaths, and then pushed the door directly in, "Yin Chuan, your young master is back, I'm starving to death, get me something to eat." Just like a few years ago, Fang Hong roared into the courtyard and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Less...... Master. Yin Chuan was chopping wood in the courtyard, and when he heard this voice, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of disbelief. Immediately, tears flowed down her face.

"Hurry up, you're going to starve me. Fang Hong shouted at Yin Chuan with some dissatisfaction. "Hey...... Good. Yin Chuan covered his mouth with one hand, nodded vigorously, and hurriedly entered the room, and after a while, there was a sound of sobbing inside.

"Miss Yinchuan, I still have some pork here, you can also cook it in the pot. Sun An glared at Fang Hong fiercely, and then trotted to deliver the pork in his hand to the house.

Fang Hong couldn't help but touch his nose, what was the situation, it felt a little wrong.

Yin Chuan's craftsmanship is not said, but it takes half an hour to prepare a large table of dishes. The pork front leg was braised with braised bones, the pork belly was cooked with radish soup, and a chicken was killed, and some Chinese medicinal materials were put to ward off the cold and nourish qi, which was hot and fragrant.

Fang Qu was very eye-catching, and went to get a pot of home-brewed rice wine. Although the taste is a little rough, it is also enjoyable to drink with this atmosphere.

Fang Hong hadn't drunk much, but he had drunk several bowls in a row, and after drinking, his whole head was dizzy. Suddenly, he seemed to be back to that evening a few years ago, when everyone was lying on the hillside together, watching the sunset and the smoke......

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On the Luotang River, there is a small bamboo raft floating on it, on which lies a thin teenager. The surrounding river water rolls up the waves from time to time, swaying the bamboo raft around.

But if someone keeps a close eye on this, they will find that no matter how big the waves are, the boy's clothes have never been wet. Even the bamboo raft has never left the range of a square zhang.

Fang Hong's thoughts had all been immersed in the river, and at this moment, he seemed to be in thousands of ways, perceiving the direction of every stream of water and exploring the origin of every trace of river water.

At first, it was very boring and painful. After all, scattering a person's thoughts is equivalent to processing thousands of times more information at the same moment, and normal people will definitely be tortured to death into madness.

When Fang Hong was a judge before, he also had this feeling, and at the same moment, he had to listen to the prayers of countless believers. But at that time, it relied on the position of the judge god, and there were Shinto rules behind it, and his own pressure was not very great.

And now, all the pain of this scattered thought has to be borne by him alone.

However, whenever he found it difficult for him to hold on, he began to visualize the serpentine totem. So far, Fang Hong has only unearthed two functions of this totem, one is to gather the moonlight, and the other is to condense the thoughts.

After the thoughts escape, once they can't be recovered, they will gradually dissipate outside, and his own spirit will also be hit hard, and he needs to re-conceive his divine body before he can be born again. Moreover, the idea is a thing that you use more and more tenacity, and the idea of rebirth is very fragile, and it needs to be polished for a long time before you can continue to use it.

After a long time, Fang Hong suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of pale color appeared on his face. His hands and feet were shaking, and he couldn't control his body at all.

His mental exertion was excessive, and it became difficult to control his body, and it took a while for him to gradually return to normal.

"It is very difficult to perceive the power of water. Fang Hong took a deep breath and suppressed the feeling of weakness. The power of the water god is different from that of the earth, and the source of the strength of the earthland is based on the rules of Shinto, and as long as the official position is reached, it will naturally master the corresponding supernatural powers. However, this also makes their use of supernatural powers very rigid and crude. The source of the power of the water god is mostly his own perception of nature. The more you understand, the stronger you become.

At the beginning, Fang Hong was at the gate of the City God Temple, and he resolutely gave up ascending to the City God throne, which was for this reason. If you don't have the power in your hands, it's empty, and he doesn't want to one day, his divine power will be weakened, and all his strength will come to naught.

Thanks to Huang Xiaobei for the 500 yuan reward, touch the big