I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

    The wind blew through the quiet valley, only the rustling of grass and trees, mixed with the sound of insects flapping their wings. An Yinong clenched the **** 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 next to him, not to mention people, not even cats could hide.

    "Little Seven," he shouted to the system, "is there something wrong with this world? I seem to hear someone laughing."

    The system immediately inquired: "No. Is it the sound of the wind blowing through the grass, the host is listening badly?"

    Is he careless?

    The dubious An Yinong lowered his head and continued tossing the turtle, but this time he set aside a distraction outside, as long as there was a slight movement, he would look up.

    Ignoring the mud on her body, An Yinong put the turtle into the bamboo basket, feeling that it was inappropriate, and put the withered grass leaves under her head, and then put the turtle.

    After the joy of the harvest passed, An Yinong was foolish enough to feel the wonderful feeling just now.

    "There's really something," he pondered, "is it a side ability of that 'merman bloodline'?" If the affinity of this aquatic creature can help him find food, it would be great.

    An Yinong felt that he should give it a try, so he began to wander around the pool, but after a while he had this feeling of "coming goods" again. Walking and digging in the direction, seven or eight mussels were fished out, and even fish were dug out of the silt.

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

    "Can't hold it."

    With a breath, An Yinong carried the fifty or sixty-pound bamboo basket on his shoulders 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 the further depth is a secret area, maybe there is something good there?

    An Yinong carried 50 to 60 kilograms of things on his back and walked for more than half an hour before returning home. The original master's biological father was not there, but the good nephew was there, leaning against the door, stretching His neck and eyes slid toward the bamboo basket behind him.

    An Yinong waved his **** to scare back his cheap cousin, who was secretly miserable.

    He left the bamboo basket and the turtle under the bed in his room, ready to take it to the town tomorrow for some food.

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

    He will not deal with these harvests until he has enough rest. He kept the turtles, half of the mussels and fish to eat by himself, and brought the rest to the village chief's house.

    The little mouse is still poking his head, but he has no choice but to see that the door of the room is locked.

      In this season when most people start to eat bran, these mussels and fish have different meanings.

    "Auntie take it, these things won't hold."

    The village chief was smoking dry cigarettes without shredded tobacco: "If you are free these few days, make a pair of shoes with Melaleuca soles for the children."

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

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

    After leaving the village chief's house, An Yinong went home and cooked the mussels and trash.

    The fish is small and has less meat after gutting. The mussels are large, but the weight is all on the shell, and the meat is not much. He boiled a large bowl, and the aroma of fresh river wafted in the house, making the nephew drool.

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

    Men are used to ordering and controlling the original owner as a 'father'.

    An Yinong looked at him with cold eyes, reason and anger battled in his mind: he had traveled so far, and he took the food that he could find after groping in the mud for so long?

    In fact, he has been on fire all day, the anger of the previous life has not been vented, the bad things in this life are coming again, and there are more things waiting for him in the future. At this moment, An Yinong is a The taut ball bursts when it is tied.

    The man's hand almost touched the plate, and it was too late when he said it, and An Yinong directly picked up a red-hot wood from under the stove and beat it hard at the crook of the man's leg: " Steal my food and kill you."

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

    The man staggered to his knees after being beaten, and An Yinong slapped the man in the face with red charcoal, scorching a few hairs. There was no reverence and warmth in his eyes, only the anger of power.

    "You dare to take my things? Who gave you the courage, is it your "mother's family" who sells his son in poverty, or is it a good nephew who is full of maggots? Huh?"

    An Yinong speaks very fast, and the local dialect is mixed with Mandarin from the previous life.

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

    The red-hot stick slammed on this man mercilessly, An Yinong's reason and upbringing could not hold him out of control.

    The system covered its mouth: the host's grievances must have a way to vent, either this man or me, then this man.

    "Ah!" Chen Lao Er's face was burnt, he screamed, and 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 ran away.

    An Yinong paused temporarily, gasping for breath, while sneering in his heart: Is this the nephew the original owner's father expected?

    Being fooled by the abuse that the original owner had suffered in the past few years and the injury on the back of his hand, he irritably hit the second old Chen several times.

    A son can't beat his father, usually because of years of spiritual oppression and family affection, but An Yinong has no such thing.

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

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

    That night, An Yinong could not sleep with a stomach full of mussels and fish. He fooled around in the previous life, this life, the system, the time travel, and over and over again.

    "Wow!" A bird stood in front of the window at some point, and the shadow was projected 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 good."

    Since he couldn't sleep, he simply got up and admired the moon by the window.

    The sound of the firewood burning came from the next kitchen, and there was a faint light inside. It turned out to be the two mice, who were secretly cooking food to eat.

    The food in the family is in the hands of the original owner, and there are only some grass roots in the kitchen. Yes, the kind that the village chief granddaughter eats. The food that the original owner used to satiate his stomach was boiled grass roots. After the grass roots were boiled, it didn't taste any better, but it was rotten and easy to eat.

    The original owner's family is not rich now, even if he eats it secretly, it will be rice bran at most, which is only a little better than grass roots, and An Yinong can't be interested.

    Of course, this did not prevent him from picking up his **** and smashing open the kitchen door, looking at the trembling uncle and nephew like a villain: "You two are stealing food from me?"

    He glanced at it, and it turned out to be rice bran, mixed with a little broken rice: "Yo, the food is good, what about rice? I thought our family had already stopped cooking, but it turned out that I was the only one who stopped cooking. "

    "If there are mice in this family, life will be difficult, day and night, and thieves will be difficult to prevent." An Yinong looked at his nephew who had some flesh on his face, "The mice are well raised. , it’s worth a lot of money, I’ll call someone tomorrow and sell it by the pound.”

    "You dare?" the man said sternly.

    "Do you think I dare?" An Yinong smiled.

    The second brother Chen and the nephew of the Chen family were instantly wilted.

    Look, 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 towards evil people. The more kind-hearted people are, the more ruthless they will be.

    In the end, the two uncles and nephews did not eat a bite of hot rice, and the remaining half bag of rice bran was confiscated by An Yinong.

    Humans like to base their happiness on the pain of others? After this trouble, An Yinong's heart suddenly became very calm, and he swept out all the guesses about whether the world was real or not through the system.

    Then he fell asleep peacefully.

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

    "I think there is something wrong with this little bastard, isn't it..." The middle-aged man broke out in cold sweat, "Did you encounter something unclean?"

    "Uncle, don't, don't say that."

    Speaking of this at this hour, everyone who listens to it feels gloomy, and it is still dark at the moment.

    "Today in the wheat field, I felt that this kid looked at me wrong, and I was even more sure about the meal that night." Chen Lao Er had lingering fears on his face, and he still wiped his face The oil for scalding was burned at that time.

    "I'm not sure, he was called dirty at that time..."

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

    "How can these things be so easy to see? Look at those old things with the surname of Tian, ​​all of them have been coaxed into confusion, and come to meddle in our family's business. Hmph, these things are treacherous and vicious on.

    "There was only one in the village next door a few days ago. It disappeared for a day. When I found it, only the skeleton was left. That's the trouble, and also invited Xian Gu. As a result, Xian Gu's Taoism was not enough, and half of the ritual was done, and her head was cut off."

    The boy had goose bumps when he heard it. He looked into the dark place, his voice trembling: "Uncle, what if he is, what should we do?"

    They are outsiders in this village, they are most discriminated against, and no one will help them at all. The fortune teller said he was a noble person, how could he die in such a place?

    "Otherwise, shall we escape?" The boy was so stupid, his eyes lit up, "Go to the capital. The fortune teller said that my fortune is in the Central Plains, isn't that the capital?"

    The middle-aged man hesitated: "We escaped, and we didn't even have a way to guide us, wouldn't we become refugees?"

    Refugees are people who run away without identity. They are different from ordinary people. If they are caught, they will be forced into labor or even soldiers, doing the hardest and most tiring work.

    "After two years of severe drought, we have a lot of strange things here, I heard that some people have escaped. Uncle, I will make you a son, and we will say that it is a father and son who escaped. , lost his way in a hurry."

    Father and son?

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

    Chen nephew flashed disgust in his eyes, he looked down on this uncle who had entered the family, but at this moment he could only count on him. So there was a smile on his face, and he shouted sweetly, "Father."

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

    He no longer had any worries, hugged the 'son' in front of him and said happily: "I listen to you for my father. Pack up, we will leave now."

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

    "Run?"

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    System: Dead npc not dead and poor~