In this case, even a normal person with a quick reaction would not be able to grasp such an accurate timing, and it was this guy who was usually crazy and upset, but he casually kicked the long worm head away!

Also, I don't know how this Yaowa knows, here in the brick kiln, there are such a large number of long worm bodies, does he have clairvoyance, can see the scene of my previous fight with the long worm, or can he smell the unique smell of blood of this big long worm.

But he was wandering around the village, how could he be away from the taste of the wilderness a few hundred meters away, this is incredible. Even if you call my big snow-white dog, it won't be able to smell it from such a distance.

I kept thinking about it, thinking about it, I felt that this crazy Yaowa was actually a little scary, if he caught it one day, it would be like gnawing this big long worm, would he be able to gnaw me until I was only a pile of white bones?

Thinking of this, I was very worried, slowly stood up, saw that there was no one passing by, and jumped down gently, and then looked north along the road, and that Yaowa had slowly walked into the village.

The sun is still very hot, it seems that the idea of running east to play has been extinguished by these two big worms, I better go home, at this time, I heard a chirp in my stomach, and suddenly I felt that hunger was coming.

I didn't stop for a moment, I ran back to my yard as soon as I smoked, ran into the stove house, and saw that there seemed to be residual smoke in the bottom of my pot, curling around the bottom of the pot, and I knew that my mother had come back, and the rice must still be in the pot.

I lifted the lid of the pot and saw that the steamed noodles on the grate were still steaming, so I used chopsticks to pout a crack in the grate, blew away the smoke, and saw that several of the steamed sweet potatoes at the bottom of the pot had cracked their skins.

My mother should be waiting for me to come back for dinner, so I covered the pot again, ran to the hall, and asked my mother to come over to eat together, the hall, the east house, I looked for them, my parents were not there, I looked around the yard, called my mother a few times, and there was no response.

My mom should be going to the house, I thought. I picked out half a bowl of steamed noodles with chopsticks, shoveled some fried beans from a small pot, and put two sweet potatoes on the noodle bowl with chopsticks, holding the bowl in both hands, and carefully brought it to the stone under the neem tree in the courtyard.

I looked up, and after making sure that there were no neem starlings flying from the neem tree, I pulled a small chair and sat down and ate without raising my head.

To be honest, the steamed noodles made by my mother were really delicious, and after a while, I devoured a large bowl of steamed noodles. I saw that the steamed sweet potatoes on the side of the bowl were still a little hot, and I felt that the steamed noodles were a little choked, so I stood up and went back to the stove to see if my mother had made soup.

In our place, eating steamed noodles on a hot day, and then boiling a pot of dustpan willow leaf tea, this is a perfect match. Steamed noodles are generally stir-fried pork belly with beans and mixed well, so that it tastes more flavorful and the taste is very refreshing. And this dustpan willow leaf tea, put a little rock sugar into it, and drink it, it is refreshing.

This dustpan willow leaf is a kind of thin small willow tree that does not grow tall, this willow tree is specially used to weave dustpans, and this willow tree is only as tall as an adult, as thin as chopsticks, planted in the ground alone, this willow tree will not fork at all, the leaves grow long and thin, and never attract insects to bite.

Every time I come back from the field, my mother will turn into this dustpan willow field, pinch a handful of leaves, take it home and dig it clean on the well, put it in the pot to boil tea and drink, my mother said that this kind of dustpan willow leaf tea, defeat the fire and clear the mind, drink a bowl is very relieved. This kind of dustpan willow leaf tea, the color is dark red, the red is very good-looking, and the drink is also very smooth, and there is a stamina, that is, after drinking, the mouth is a little sweet, so many of the people in our village like to use this leaf to boil water as tea to drink.

I scooped a bowl and brought it outside to dry on the edge of the stone, while I sat down under the dragon gate, leaning back in my chair, belching for a moment, and looking aimlessly at the tiles on the roof of my house.

Basically, the houses that can grow tiles have been around for a long time. In our village, I also saw that the roofs of few houses had such tiles growing. One time I went to play with my brother in his elementary school, and I saw green and purple tiles on the gable wall of their schoolhouse, and at that time, I saw that these tiles were growing diagonally on the gable, so I wanted to pick up half a brick and rush one or two to come down, break off the round and thick leaves and taste it to see if it tasted good.

But I found a half-cut brick that I had in my hand, and rammed it with all my strength towards the tiles on the gable, but as a result, I was not strong enough, and the brick fell to the ground with a clatter.

Later, my brother got out of school, and I went home with him, and I wanted to taste the idea of whether the leaves of this tile were delicious, so I miscarried. Now, hehe, I have a chance. I'm full anyway, and although I'm a little choked, it doesn't affect my ability to reach the tiles on the roof.

I see that my parents haven't come back yet, and the sweet potatoes and dustpan willow leaf tea I have brought out are still drying on the stones, as long as the adults are not there, I can go up, I don't need any ladders, I am now, hehe, I can't jump.

I stood up from under the dragon gate and ran a few steps in the direction of the hall, with a thud under my feet. My house was built by my grandfather at that time, and it was not very high, but when I jumped up, I suddenly exceeded the height of the ridge, and I saw that it was almost there, so I slowly stood firm next to the ridge.

It's good now, I look ahead, it's my yard, it can be said to be unobstructed. Looking back, it was the yard of Uncle Jiu's house in the backyard, and the yard was still the same as before, overgrown with wild hemp trees with large round hemp leaves.

I didn't rush to jump down after picking this tile, I thought, I rarely can go up to such a high ridge, so I just look at the front and back, left and right, so I was on the ridge, walking on the ground, walking to the west to see the yard of my cousin's house next to my house, and then to the east to the end, to see the open space in front of my big mulberry tree, everything is as usual, I was a little interested, I wanted to turn around, to the middle of the ridge, and get a tile down.

As soon as I turned around, in a trance, I saw a black shadow in the backyard of Uncle Jiu's house full of wild hemp trees, and surged up from the hemp trees, crossing the gable wall between the two yards of his house, and then heard a squeak, and then returned to calm, leaving only the hemp leaves on the wild hemp trees, which were still shaking gently.