Hu Li pressed Song Shushu against a stool with a missing leg, then jumped on the kang, took out a basket from an old-fashioned wooden box, and poured out a box of matches and a sewing ball.

He drew a needle, struck a match, and roasted the needle red.

Song Shushu watched Hu Li use a red-baked needle to pierce the grass crawler's red and round ass.

A puff of smoke rose from the muscles, and inside the muscles of the arm, it was obvious that there were tiny claws swiping back and forth.

"Get in, get in!" Song Shushu exclaimed, something as big as a nail burrowed into the skin or blood vessels, this arm is not useless!

"Big man, be strong, it's crawling out!"

Hu Li said, re-roasting the needle.

"What are you doing with the needles, just pull them off!" Song Shushu exclaimed.

Hu Xiaolin hurriedly held down Song Shushu and said: "You can't do this, the claws of this thing are pointed, hooking the skin and flesh inside, if you drag it hard, the head of this thing will stay inside, and it will suck blood!"

The red-hot needle burned again, and this time, the little worm that had sucked up the blood finally fell off its arm and fell on the ground paved with red bricks.

Song Shushu gritted his teeth and stepped on it, and Bia was trampled on with a bang.

After Song Shushu pulled the worm on his arm, there was a small blood hole, which was bubbling with blood, and then he saw Hu Li grab a handful of white noodles, and suddenly paste it to his wound, and then tie it with a strip of cloth, and it will be considered alive!

There is nothing strange about Song Shushu in this regard, that is, now, people have become delicate, when they were children, they were bruised, a handful of white flour or a handful of grass and wood ashes, and the flesh and skin of children are also combined, and the scabs will heal in a few days.

Anyway, I didn't see a few people die from wound infections.

Song Shushu took the time to take a look at Hu Li's home, a small but delicate house, more than 30 square meters, the wall was painted with white ash, the ground was paved with neat red bricks, a small kang and a fire wall, two red lacquered wooden boxes on the kang tip, the quilt was stacked upright, and a piece of flower cloth was covered on it.

The hut is not big, cleaned up neatly, the windows seem to have been wiped, especially the kang, two meters by two meters, square, the reed mat spread on the top, if the bones are just right on the top!

Song Shushu was taken aback by his own thoughts, people are monsters!

"What's wrong with this fish?" Tiger Roaring Lin's voice sounded behind him, and he also dragged Song Shushu's soul back.

"Go to the village committee, there is a cauldron and a big stove!"

Big fish has to be stewed in a big pot, and your own small spoon can't be stewed, and second, it doesn't taste like it when it comes out.

The biggest advantage of the village committee is that the yard is large enough, and a clay stove is made of bricks, and Tiger Roaring Forest also dragged a few dry branches from the big poplar tree that were struck down by lightning from the back of the village to be used as firewood.

Song Shushu was taken aback, this is the first sycamore tree under the sky, using this kind of branch as firewood, and not stewing out the elixir!

Fortunately, this branch is a little bit, the flames lick the bottom of the pot, there is not much smoke, and there is no demon moth!

At the bottom is the sycamore tree where the fowl demon king lived, and when it burns a fire, it is more prosperous than ordinary firewood.

First stewed a few large carp, lit the stove in the house, and began to clean up the slippery, willow roots, and gayazi.

Slippery and willow roots are easy to clean up, and it's over with a spit and stroke, but a fish like Gayazi is cleaned up, and it costs his own life.

The Gaya fish looks a bit similar to the catfish, but the size is smaller, the largest is less than half a foot, the head is large and the mouth is wide, the body is thick in front and narrow in the back, the skin is scaleless, showing a perfect streamline, the wild Gaya is black on the back, and the abdomen is golden-like golden yellow, and the appearance is quite beautiful.

But this kind of fish, pelvic fin and dorsal fin, grow extremely sharp bone spurs, especially this kind of fish vitality is still strong, a slip of thirteen moves to toss back, the other fish have long been put up, Ga Yazi is still alive.

This kind of scaleless fish originally only needed to be disemboweled and gutted, but the three spikes of this fish were at a glance, and no matter how they grabbed it, it was a small blood hole.

Barely grasping, when disemboweling, when the bone spurs of this fish rub against it, it will also make a quacking sound, as if it is barking, which is also the reason for the common name of the gaya fish.

It took a few bloody cuts on his hands to get rid of this difficult fish!

The harder it is to clean up, the more delicious it is, and Gayazi is also one of the freshest in the river.

It's just that this kind of fish belongs to the bottom fish, and it mostly lives under the silt, and if it is not done well, there will be a strong earthy smell, so it needs to be heavily fed.

Soybean paste choked the pot, it was best to add beer, but there was no beer in the village, Song Shushu pioneered the addition of half a cup of fruit wine, added a little liquor, and then added water to stew.

As soon as the pot opened, a strong aroma of fish spread along the edge of the lid.

Hu Li looked at the big pot of stewed carp in the yard, and then ran to the house to see the sauce and stewed miscellaneous fish on the stove, running back and forth, so anxious that she couldn't do it, which side was so fragrant, and she couldn't bear it.

However, Tiger Roaring Lin was really staring at the cauldron in the yard, he was more interested in the big guy who was nearly two feet long and stewed in a big cauldron.

Song Shushu saw that he had to stew for a while, so he went out to call the Lu family, Wu Tiangui still had an old wait, and he was not familiar with other monster villagers, so it was not easy to open his mouth to invite, so he could only wait to slowly open up the situation.

After notifying the circle, Lao Houte excitedly carried two bottles of fruit wine, saying that he was going to give it to Song Shushu!

Song Shushu was about to die of hunger, but when he thought of Lao Hou stepping on the fruit to make wine, in his mind, the picture of him picking his feet was old! No matter how beautiful this wine was, he couldn't drink it.

When passing by the intersection of Brother Feng's house, Song Shushu hesitated, should he ask him to go to dinner together?

After hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth and walked towards Brother Feng's house.

On the pillar of the pole in the courtyard of Brother Feng's house, as usual, there was a big rooster squatting on a pillar, powerful and domineering, as soon as Song Shushu walked over, all the big roosters instantly twisted their heads, and their black eyes stared at him tightly, full of murderous aura.

This big rooster is so alert, no wonder no one can steal it except Hu Li.

When Song Shushu was about to retreat, the door opened, and Brother Feng walked out of it with a dusty fairy aura, and when he saw Song Shushu, he smiled!

As soon as he smiled, there was a feeling that the spring breeze was not as good as yours for ten miles, which made Song Shushu so nervous that his palms were sweating, and the words of invitation came to his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

"Are you here to steal chickens?" Brother Feng asked lightly, with a faint smile in his cold eyes.

"No, no!" Song Shushu hurriedly waved his hand, and said secretly in his heart, your chicken, except for Hu Li, who can steal it!

"Are you here to give me contact lenses?"

"No, our place is a remote area, and the express delivery is relatively slow!" Song Shushu explained in a bit of a panic.

Brother Feng took a few steps closer, leaning forward slightly, the face that was as white and tender as a shelled egg, seemed to show a faint flush, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, with an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

This is the first time that Song Shushu has looked at Brother Feng so closely, of course, the time when Brother Feng turned into a demon and stuffed it directly under his wings is not counted.

Now Song Shushu's mind is empty, and there is only one thought left,, why is he so beautiful, so good-looking? In addition, any adjective is rubbish.