Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

The Wu family kidnaps people in the middle of the night, when they are fast asleep.

Over and over again, the night gradually faded away, and the sky in the distance began to turn fish-belly white.

"Brother, are you sleepy?" Wu Xie looked at the wilting look of the child in his arms and asked.

The child shook his head silently, and was bumped up twice by Wu Xie, holding him high, "Oh, are you so unhappy? Are you scared?"

Kissing the child's soft cheek lovingly, "Since you're not sleepy, how about uncle prepare something delicious for you."

The wisps of light in the sky were not enough to illuminate the small area of ​​​​the kitchen. Wu Xie asked the child to sit on the stove with a kerosene lamp and started to light the fire with great difficulty.

"It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. Fortunately, she made a fire for grandma before, otherwise even eating would be a problem."

Wu Xie held hay in one hand and flint in the other, hitting it time and time again, murmuring to himself: "Why is this stone so hard to use today? It obviously hit it with just one hit before."

"I should have known better to buy some liquor..."

"Ah!"

Wu Xie was choked by the smell produced by the friction of flint and sneezed. He looked at the child with a grimace and said, "Brother, we may not be able to eat today..."

The little brother put down the kerosene lamp in his hand, jumped easily from the one-meter-high stove to Wu Xie, wrapped in the cold air of the morning, and landed lightly next to Wu Xie, like a god descending to the world, without bringing anything with him. There was a sound. He took the weeds in Wu Xie's hand, rubbed them gently a few times, then dug some black ash from the bottom of the pot and spread it on the grass.

"That's it." The child raised his hand to signal Wu Xie to light the fire. His face was calm and calm, with a natural intimidation.

If Menyou Ping talked to Wu Xie like this, he would still believe it 100% even if it was nonsense, but this was Xiao Ping! Wu Xie looked at the child suspiciously and said hesitantly: "Is this okay?"

With a "bang" sound, the two stones collided together and made a crisp sound. The child held two stones larger than his own hand in one hand and hit them several times in succession, causing sparks to fly.

When Wu Xie screamed and yelled: "Be careful! Be careful!", the weeds were set on fire...

Wu Xie: "..."

Deep frustration...

I'm so useless,

The child threw the burning weeds into the stove and asked Wu Xie to add more firewood, "Uncle?"

"Oh oh oh, I'll come, I'll come." Wu Xie woke up from a dream and quickly added dry wood to the stove.

Facts have proved that no matter how you control the wind and rain on the ground or underground, it has nothing to do with cooking. Especially Wu Xie, who relies on takeaways all year round, don't believe it even though he was confident and confident at the beginning!

"Oh my, why is this pot so mushy? My goat's milk, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," Wu Xie stirs a few times as if remedial, looking at the pot of unknown liquid exuding a mushy smell, holding up the spatula. I hugged my head and cried, "How could this happen!"

While squatting down, I accidentally knocked over the kerosene lamp. The light went out, and the small stove returned to darkness.

A bad year!

Whatever you do while you are memorizing will be unlucky!

Wu Xie thought angrily. Originally, he wanted to coax the child and make him happy, but now, he didn't know whether the child was happy or not.

He only knows

he!

Very sad!

The child calmly put out the fire on the stove, not letting it continue to cook the pot of milk-smelling stuff, and touched the top of Wu Xie's hair comfortingly, as if he didn't understand Wu Xie's collapse.

"Brother, you may be hungry if you follow me from now on." Wu Xie said wiltedly.

"It doesn't matter, I won't starve to death."

Hey!

Wu Xie was about to laugh in anger. What did he say?

The child picked up the kerosene lamp on the ground and lit it again. Wu Xie looked at his actions and couldn't help but cover his face and said with difficulty: "I never thought that I could use the fire of a kerosene lamp to light a fire..."

As if unable to face such a stupid self, his head hung low.

The child wanted to comfort him, so he jumped up on the stove, squatted by the pot and looked at the black and white liquid in the pot.

Hesitantly, he stretched out his hand, put some of it in his mouth, and couldn't help but open his mouth and let out a yue~ sound.

Wu Xie heard this and immediately jumped up in shock, "You can't eat it!"

"I'm going to vomit, it's all mushy, it'll hurt my stomach, bah bah bah!"

The child tried hard to maintain his facial expression, but he couldn't maintain it at all. It was too fishy!

Bitter again!

Originally, the child really just wanted to have a taste, but then Yun Danfeng told Wu Xie that it was okay...

Ugh~

The child's face was red from holding back, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he looked at Wu Xie pitifully.

Wu Xie quickly brought water for the child to rinse his mouth, "How are you, are you okay?"

After drinking the water, the child felt much better. He coughed a few times and asked Wu Xie, "What is this? It's so fishy."

"Goat milk!" Wu Xie waved the shovel and said matter-of-factly: "Goat milk has high nutritional value. Drink more and you will grow taller in the future."

Then he frowned again, looking quite confused, "I only smell a bit of paste."

The pungent burnt smell is indeed mixed with a strange smell...

Thinking like this, Wu Xie also stretched out his finger to dip some of the liquid in the pot and tasted it briefly.

"Grass!"

Wu Xie cursed in a low voice. The smell was like a tangible gas, swimming in the blood vessels, and finally hit Tianling Gai directly...

Gently wake up the sleeping soul~~

Fireworks blossomed in his blank mind. Wu Xie shrugged his shoulders and shivered a little. He squatted on the ground and retched a few times. His cheeks were red, his eyes were wide open, and his breath was wandering and difficult. He said: "It will eat dead people..."

In the end, Wu Xie resignedly held the iron pot and walked a long way before pouring it into the clear, gurgling stream. He watched the milky white liquid dye the stream turbidly, and then slowly became turbid with the stream. After diluting and lightening, until it returned to its spotless appearance, Wu Xie whispered to the child beside him: "I hope it won't pollute the environment... Hey, that's weird, it's not nuclear wastewater I poured..."

Wu Xie held the pot with one hand and bent sideways with the other, holding his little brother's hand with his slumped shoulders. He laughed and said, "Brother, we can't drink goat's milk. I'll roast sweet potatoes for you."

Taking advantage of the residual heat from the fire pit, Wu Xie carefully threw in a few sweet potatoes and potatoes he had just bought in the morning.

Fortunately, with many years of experience in fighting in the wilderness, he still knew this survival skill, so that they would not really starve to death.

The sun had quietly nodded its head, and its bright red light was blocked by the mountains in the distance. Wu Xie sat in the small yard with a small bench, facing the light and starting a day of hard work.

Start by cleaning the pot...

The long, slender legs, wrapped in trousers, were splayed on both sides as if there was no security. The black iron pot was being scrubbed by Wu Xie with a broom, while the younger brother stood beside him like a construction worker. , holding a water ladle and slowly pouring water for Wu Xie.

A stream of clean water fell from the top into the iron pot, and was brushed away by Wu Xie's broom. He kept whispering: "It shouldn't be, the goat milk I drank before was very good." It’s a drink, it doesn’t have any unpleasant smell…”

"What step went wrong..."