I walk the career line in dog blood

As the wind blows through the quiet valley, there is only the rustling of grass and trees, mixed with the sound of insects flapping their wings.An Yinong tightly held the hoe in his hand, not daring to take it lightly.

The laughter just now was very close, as if it was right next to him, but there were only muddy puddles and sparse weeds beside him, not to mention people, even cats couldn't hide it.

"Xiaoqi," he called the system, "is there something wrong in this world? I seem to hear someone laughing."

The system immediately inquired: "No. Is it the sound made by the wind blowing through the grass, the host is hard of hearing?"

Is he overthinking?

An Yinong, who was dubious, lowered his head and continued to toss the turtle, but this time he left his attention outside, whenever there was a slight movement, he would look up.

Ignoring the mud on his body, An Yinong put the turtle into the bamboo basket, feeling that it was inappropriate, he even put dry yellow grass leaves under his head, and then put the turtle in again.

After the joy of the harvest passed, An Yinong was again fooled by the wonderful feeling just now.

"There's something really," he pondered, "is that 'mermaid bloodline''s additional ability?" If the affinity of this kind of aquatic life can help him find ingredients, that would be great.

An Yinong felt that he should give it a try, so he started wandering around the pool, and after a while, he had this feeling of 'coming goods' again.Walking and digging along the direction, seven or eight mussels were fished out, and even fish were dug out from the mud.

This afternoon, he turned the big pond in Gourd Pond, and harvested a total of three soft-shelled turtles, more than 20 large mussels and a dozen small fish.These harvests filled the bamboo baskets, and he covered them with dead branches and leaves to cover up.

"I can't hold it anymore." He tried it, and the weight of fifty or sixty catties almost didn't overwhelm him.

With a sigh of relief, An Yinong carried the bamboo basket weighing fifty to sixty catties on his shoulder, and stepped on a shoe print.

"I'll come back tomorrow." He looked back at Xiaotan, his eyes full of reluctance.

Only the first half of this valley has been explored by human beings, and it is a secret area when it goes deeper. Maybe there is something good there?

An Yinong carried fifty or sixty kilograms of things on his back, and walked for more than half an hour before returning home. The original owner's biological father was not there, but the good nephew was there, leaning against the door, stretching his neck, his eyes wandering behind his back The bamboo basket turned up.

An Yinong waved his hoe to scare away the cheap cousin who was hiding his evil intentions.

He left the bamboo basket and the turtle under the bed in his room, and planned to bring them to the town tomorrow to exchange for some food.

An Yinong sat on the stool and rested for a while, his shoulders were still sore and swollen despite the 'health halo'.

He doesn't process the gains until he's rested enough.He kept the turtles, half of the mussels and fish for himself to eat, and took the rest to the village chief's house.

The little mouse was still poking around, but he had no choice but to see that he had locked the door of the room.

"Xiwazi, you're really, really polite." The village head's daughter-in-law kept wiping her hands, stupid and embarrassed.In this season when most people start to eat bran, these mussels and fish have different meanings.

"Auntie, take it, these things can't be put away."

The village chief smoked dry tobacco without shreds of tobacco: "You are free these few days, and make double-soled shoes for children."

As soon as he reminded, the village chief's daughter-in-law noticed that An Yinong was still wearing tattered straw sandals in the colder season, and the soles of the shoes were worn out.

She made a fuss about the cloth shoes on the nephew's feet, thinking that this is a child that no one cares about, so she nodded: "I happen to have a lot of unused rags here, it's a pity to lose them, and it's useless to keep them."

After leaving the village head's house, An Yinong went home and cooked all the mussels and miscellaneous fish.

The fish was small and had less meat after gutting.The mussels are very big, but the weight is all on the shell, and there is not much meat.He cooked a big bowl, and the aroma of river fresh food wafted in the room, making the nephew drool.

I don't know why he cried and complained, but the brainless man dared to come to the kitchen to get it.

The man is used to ordering and controlling the original owner as a 'father'. He feels that it is only right for Lao Tzu to take his son, so he just takes the whole thing away without saying a word.

An Yinong looked at him coldly, reason and anger were at war in his mind: He walked so far, groped in the mud for so long to find the food, did he just take it?

In fact, he has been on fire all day. The anger in his previous life has not been vented yet, and the bad things in this life are coming again. There are more things waiting for him in the future. At this moment, An Yinong is a tight ball. burst.

The man's hand was almost touching the plate. Before he could speak, An Yinong took a red-hot firewood from under the stove and slapped the man's legs hard: "If you grab my food, you will kill me!" you."

His voice was very calm, as if he was not trying to kill someone, but to crush a grasshopper.

The man staggered and knelt down after being beaten, and An Yinong hit the man's face with red charcoal, burning a few hairs.He couldn't see any awe and tenderness in his eyes, only the anger of facing the power.

"You are a shameless, heartless, shameless thing, you should be strangled to death at birth, and you are worthy of your inferior ancestors with the surname Chen.

"Do you dare to take my things? Who gave you the courage, your impoverished 'maternal family' who sold their son, or your good nephew who is full of honey and swords and maggots? Huh?"

An Yinong spoke extremely fast, and his local dialect was mixed with the mandarin of his previous life, so he just vented his confusion.

His eyes were dyed red by the charcoal fire, and the man in front of him seemed to be the embodiment of all disasters and the source of pain.Opposite is not just an evil father, but also all the 'destiny' imposed on him.

The red-hot wooden stick hit the man mercilessly, and An Yinong's reason and upbringing couldn't stop him from losing control.

The system covered its mouth by the side: The host's grievances must have a way to vent, either this man or me, so it should be this man.

"Ah!" Chen Laoer's face was burned, and he screamed, but he was hit on the back again.The nephew of the Chen family who was waiting for food outside the door was taken aback and slipped away.

An Yinong paused for a while, panting, and sneered in his heart: Is this the nephew that the original owner's father counted on?

Considering the abuse the original owner had suffered in the past few years and the injury on the back of his hand, he slapped Chen Laoer several times a little annoyed.

A son can't beat his father, usually because of years of mental oppression and family affection, but An Yinong doesn't have this kind of thing.

The man was beaten back step by step, and he muttered to himself: "Monster, you are a monster."

"Get out." An Yinong put the gradually cooling firewood back into the stove, and finally felt calm.He let out a breath of stale air slowly, and seeing that the world didn't seem so bad, he sat down and picked up the bowl by himself and continued to drink soup and eat meat.

That night, An Yinong couldn't sleep with a stomach full of mussels and fish.He fooled about the previous life, this life, the system, time travel, over and over again.

"Wow!" A bird stood in front of the window at some point, its shadow was cast on the window paper by the moonlight, and it sounded like a crow.But when he put on his clothes and walked over, there was nothing outside.

"The moonlight is so nice."

Since he couldn't fall asleep, he simply got up and admired the moon in front of the window.

There was the sound of crackling firewood burning in the kitchen next door, and a faint light could be seen inside.It turned out that the two mice were secretly cooking food for extra meals.

All the food in the house is in the hands of the original owner's father, and there are only some grass roots in the kitchen.Yes, the kind eaten by the granddaughter of the village head.The food that the original owner used to satiate his stomach was boiled grass roots, and the grass roots didn't taste better after being boiled, but they were more rotten and easier to eat.

The original owner's family is not rich now, even if the two of them steal it, it will be rice bran at most, which is only a little better than grass roots, and An Yinong can't arouse any interest.

Of course, this does not prevent him from picking up a hoe and smashing open the kitchen door, looking at the two trembling uncles and nephews like a villain: "You two stole food without telling me?"

He glanced at it, and it turned out to be rice bran, mixed with a little bit of broken rice: "Yo, the food is good, and how about rice? I thought our family had stopped cooking a long time ago, so I was the only one who stopped cooking."

"If there are mice in this family, life will be difficult. It is difficult to guard against house thieves day and night." An Yinong looked at his nephew who still had some flesh on his face, "The mice are well-raised, and they are worth a lot of money. Tomorrow I'll call someone to come and sell it by the catty."

"How dare you?" the man said sternly.

"Do you think I dare?" An Yinong smiled half a smile.

Chen's second son and Chen's nephew were instantly wilted.

Look, just these two things drove the original owner to a dead end in the original plot.It can be seen that people should not be too kind, especially when facing evil people.The kinder you are, the harder they will bite you.

In the end, the two uncles and nephews didn't even have a bite of hot rice, and An Yinong confiscated the remaining half bag of rice bran.

Could it be that human beings like to base their happiness on the suffering of others?After this commotion, An Yinong's heart suddenly became very calm, and all his guesses about time travel, the system, and whether the world was real or not were all swept out of his head.

Then he fell asleep peacefully.

At this time, the uncle and nephew in the next room were secretly discussing countermeasures.

"I think there's something wrong with this little bastard, is it..." The middle-aged man broke out in cold sweat, "Have you met something unclean?"

"Uncle, don't, don't talk about this."

Speaking of this at this hour, everyone who listened to it felt eerie, and it was still dark at the moment.

"Today in the wheat field, I felt that this kid looked at me wrongly. I was more sure about the meal tonight." Chen Laoer looked terrified, and he was still smearing scald oil on his face. time was burned.

"I can't be sure, he was possessed by dirty things at that time..."

The nephew of the Chen family shivered: "No way? I can't tell."

"Where are these things so easy to see? Look at those old things surnamed Tian, ​​who have been coaxed into confusion to meddle in our family's business. Hmph, these things are treacherous and vicious.

"A few days ago, there was only one in the next door village. It disappeared for a day, and when it was found, only the skeleton was left. It seemed to have been gnawed clean by something and left on the side of the road. It was bloody. They all said that 'that' was the cause, and even invited a fairy .As a result, the fairy aunt was not good enough, halfway through the ritual, her head was chopped off."

The young man felt goosebumps all over his body. He looked into the darkness with a trembling voice: "Uncle, what if he is, what should we do?"

They are foreigners in this village and are the most discriminated against, and no one will help them at all.The fortune teller said that he was a nobleman, how could he die in such a place?

"Why don't we run away?" The young man was so stupid, his eyes lit up, "Go to the capital. The fortune teller said that my destiny is in the Central Plains, so isn't that the capital?"

The middle-aged man hesitated: "We fled without even a guide, so we became refugees?"

Refugees are people who run around without status. They are different from ordinary people. If they are caught, they will be forced to do hard labor, or even serve as soldiers, doing the hardest and most tiring work.

"There has been a severe drought for two years in a row, and a lot of weird things have happened to us. I heard that someone has escaped. Uncle, I will be your son, and we will say that we are father and son who escaped. We lost the way in a hurry. gone."

Father and son?

Chen Laoer's eyes widened suddenly, he grabbed his nephew's shoulders with both hands, his body shook violently: "You, you really want to be my son?"

Disgust flashed in Chen's nephew's eyes. He looked down on this married uncle, but at the moment he could only count on him.So there was a smile on his face, and he called sweetly: "Father."

Chen Lao Er was trembling all over: "I have a son, I have a son."

He no longer had any worries, hugged the 'son' in front of him and said happily: "I will listen to you as a father. Pack up and pack up, let's go now."

The next day, An Yinong didn't see any trace of the man and his nephew. When he looked back, the door was wide open, and their clothes and personal items were gone.

"Ran?"

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