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    ?It took a lot of effort, the small waist was almost broken, Cao Fugui was panting like a cow, and finally dug the trap with all his hands and feet.

    The widest part of the hole is five or six feet. The hole is dug very deep. Standing inside, the ground outside is almost level with his head.  He planned to try rhubarb first, and if he really could piss the dog off, then he would bury a few sharp bamboos at the bottom of the pit, so that even if a wild boar with thick skin like armor fell in, it would rot its guts.

    Stepping on a few small pits reserved on the wall of the trap, Cao Fugui climbed to the ground wheezing, tired and hungry, and could only stare at Rhubarb while drooling and eating carrots.

    The work done in this day is almost equal to the serious work he has done in the past sixteen years.  Originally, I was full of enthusiasm and wanted to go up the mountain "pit hunting" in one go. I dug the hole all afternoon, and the aisle was almost immobile. How could I go up the mountain?  I have no choice but to fight again tomorrow.

    "Be obedient and go find something to eat by yourself, brother Mingchao will ask you to go up the mountain with me, understand?"

    With a pat on the dog's head, he released the trembling Rhubarb out of the alcove.  There are only radishes and cabbage in the refining hut, as well as some strange medicines and seeds. The dog is already half-starved to death, and if he sleeps for another night, Ming Dynasty can only eat dog meat soup.  Although he has been thinking about this pot of fragrant meat for a long time, but now that he has a bigger goal ahead, he can't fight among himself and kill his only assistant and pioneer, right?

    Back home, seeing his haggard and tired appearance, Grandma felt very distressed, and hurriedly dug out the last few biscuits she had hidden, and let her good grandson eat them.  Seeing him gobble it up, grandma's eyes were filled with tears, she took a cloth towel and gently wiped the sweat from his grandson's forehead.

    Mrs. Zhang sighed softly. Although she felt sorry for her eldest grandson's hard work today, but considering that he only worked for a long time and then sneaked away, I don't know what to say about him.  Now the old couple can still do something, and the second child is willing to help support the nephew, but in the future, they will be old and can't do it anymore?  People always want to stand on their own, and who can live a lifetime depending on others?  No matter how close uncle is, he still has his own wife and children, so it is impossible to raise a nephew for a lifetime.

    "Grandma, has Grandpa ever asked about wheat seeds? People are waiting to ask for it. Hey, yes, Grandma, I saw how many gold and jade you had when I was young, do you still hide them now? I  I remember there is a small round cake made of white jade, which is as bright as milk, very beautiful, grandma, show me again!"

    Stuffing a few pieces of delicious biscuits in his stomach, Cao Fugui felt very comfortable and wanted to grow wheat even more.

    He looked through the "prescriptions" left by his ancestors. There are not only utensils and pills, but also various delicacies. Looking at the prescriptions can make people's mouth water.  In addition, there is actually a strange recipe for improving seeds and increasing production, but it is a pity that it needs "spiritual energy" to refine it.  How can the two and a half pieces of broken jade in my hand be enough?  After thinking about it, it turned to Grandma's "dowry" back then.

    Mrs. Zhang took a deep look at him, and said: "Your third grandpa went to the commune for a meeting today, but he didn't find it. I will ask your grandpa to find it as soon as possible. Now that food is scarce and wheat seeds are hard to buy, I guess  You can¡¯t buy much.¡±

    She turned around and rummaged through the cabinets, and found a small purse embroidered with red silk. The brocade fabric had been rubbed so fuzzy that most of the color had faded, and it was dusty, obviously aged.

    She took out a small white jade ring from inside, stared at it, put it gently in the grandson's hand, and said: "This is a ring worn on a skirt, not a cake." Sighing, she said: "Put it away.  "

    Back then, she was driven out of the Qiu family by her wife and sold to someone in the mountains. She was stripped of all her clothes, only a piece of rag was worn on her body, and there was no copper coin on her body.  The young master quietly sent someone to give this purse to her as a "marriage". Inside was a suet pendant, a thin gold hairpin, and more than a dozen oceans. Thirty or forty years have passed since then.

    Originally belonged to the Qiu family that hairpin, but she will leave it to a wealthy daughter-in-law in the future.

    Cao Fugui was a little caught off guard, he didn't expect Grandma to give her things like this, this, thisyou're welcome!

    He reckoned that this jade ring was given by someone from the main family when Grandma was in Qiu's house. He glanced at Grandma's bewildered expression, and felt that for the stability and unity of Lao Cao's family, this kind of thing should be put away by himself.  good.

    Unexpectedly, that night, the nightmare came unexpectedly again.

    In the dream, when the wheat was being harvested in summer, there was a strong typhoon. The team tried their best to harvest it, but the wind and rain ruined a lot of grain.  The food was not harvested, the food was not harvested, the relief food from above had not yet arrived, the people in the team were so hungry that they all took the last bit of food with the weeds and sweet potato leaves, and everyone was weak and thin like reeds.

    The old bartender is dead.

    The "he" in the dream quietly took the old wineman's belongings and went up the mountain, desperately catching leeches, mice,The snakes came to eat, and even the bugs were not spared, and finally got the relief food from the government, but "he" didn't get the food, because "he" burned down the house of Sun's family.

    Then, in a dark night, "he" stole the food from the team, limped out of Huanglin Village without looking back.

    Cao Fugui struggled ho ho, and was awakened by the nightmare again in the cold sweat.

    He sat up slowly, staring at the bright moon outside the window in a daze, his sweaty fingers trembling uncontrollably.  In such a realistic "dream", one can almost clearly see the pain on people's faces, the numb hunger, the anger and despair of "myself" gnawing snakes, scorpions, and insects. The only thought is to survive.

    This is not a "dream", this may be another world, or it may be what will happen in the future.

    Qiao Yingnian, Cao Fugui finally remembered the name of the person in the dream.

    This is Qiao Yingnian's "dream", or perhaps this is the future that Tuyouping should have encountered.

    Everything started from the finger that he snatched the oil bottle. Everything in the future in the dream seems to be gradually different from the reality.

    Cao Fugui closed his eyes tightly, panicking in his heart, not knowing what to believe, nor what to do.

    "This oil bottle is a complete little plague god!" He murmured, it would be a bad thing to meet this little red guy, either he was bitten bloody, or he had "nightmare" again and again.

    Fortunately, Cao Fugui inherited his ancestor's precious Lianlu by mistake.

    Speaking of which, if this dream is really something that the "future" may encounter, mother, no matter how much suffering and risk he takes, he must fill the "refining hut" with food inside and out  No matter what, I can't let my family starve into the miserable state in my dream.

    After the calculation was settled, Cao Fugui's heart immediately settled down, and he fell asleep, never thinking about that terrible famine dream.

    With something on his mind, he just focused on getting more food, but Lianlu Baobao didn't dare to tell anyone. Naturally, the only one who suffered was Rhubarb, a dog who couldn't speak human language.

    Powerless to resist, Rhubarb, who was kidnapped again, was taken to the cave base by Cao Fugui, where he began brutal training and experiments.

    Cao Fugui stared intently at Rhubarb, who was standing ten steps away from him, who had no love in his life, and shouted, "Go in!"

    The rhubarb disappeared immediately, and in the next moment, it appeared in the space of Lianlu, falling into the big pit that Cao Fugui dug by the side of the medicine field yesterday.

    "Hahaha! It's finally done!"

    Rhubarb stretched out his limbs, lying on the bottom of the pit with staring eyes, not even bothering to struggle.  Sure enough, the next moment, it "flyed" again and appeared in the woods on the mountain.

    "Rhubarb, be good! I will give you a big credit. When I catch the pheasant and the rabbit, I will let you eat the whole leg."

    Cao Fugui smiled wryly, holding Rhubarb's dog's head in his arms and grinning from ear to ear.

    After practicing seventeen or eighteen times, I finally learned the superb skill of throwing dogs into pits precisely from throwing dogs anywhere.  Moreover, as the ancestors said, "spiritual power" is like the strength of the body, the more you practice, the more you have, and the more you practice, the stronger you become.  A few days ago, he took rhubarb into the refining hut once, and he was still a little dizzy. After two days of practice, he let the dog go in and out seventeen or eight times, and he didn't even catch his breath.

    Since catching dogs into pits from a distance is a sure thing, what's so difficult about catching a few pheasants and rabbits?  Even if you encounter a wild boar, hey, it is the unlucky one.

    In order to ensure that the beast would die if it fell into the pit, he took a hatchet and cut a thick moso bamboo in the forest, and cut it into four or five sections with great effort. Each section was flat at one end and pointed at the other.  Sharp as a spear.  Then, these dangerous "spears" were pointed upwards, carefully buried deep in the bottom of the pit, and the earth and rocks on the side were trampled hard.

    Sweating profusely and crawling out of the pit, Cao Fugui was so tired that he didn't even want to move his toes. He rolled his eyes and ordered his younger brother: "Go, bring a radish here, radish!"

    The drooping Rhubarb whimpered, looked up at the villain, ran to the edge of the field in desperation, and squatted down to look at the mountain-like pile of radishes.

    "Yes, that's it, the carrot! Take it here."

    Cao Fugui waved his hand weakly, grinning his teeth. Rhubarb finally seemed to understand. He grabbed a big white radish by the tail, dragged it all the way back, threw it in front of him, and whined in favor.

    "It's not bad, it's quite smart. Eat it! Grandpa, I don't have anything else to invite you."

    Cao Fugui picked up the radish bitterly and bit it down. In order to eat meat, I will bear it!  Rhubarb followed him, gnawed a mouthful of raw radish, tears burst out of the mouth.

    In the mountains and forests in winter, snakes and insects are dormant, and blind bears will hibernate. It seems relatively safe to go up the mountain, but on the other hand, the vegetation is withered, and the birds and animals have no food. If wolves and wild boars can¡¯t find food, they will be hungry and cruel  That sounds scarier than any other season.

    Cao Fugui gnawed a bellyful of radishes, excited and frightened, took the same inexperienced rhubarb, and embarked on the road into the deep mountains.

    According to the experience of the old bartender, he wrapped his legs and feet tightly with old cloth belts, which not only prevents insects and ants, but also protects the calves, and also prevents the legs and feet from swelling when traveling in the mountains.  This method was used by the Red Army during the Long March, and even by the guerrillas who were haunted by mountains and forests. It is indeed a good and practical method.

    Rhubarb is a very self-aware dog, why would he go to the deep mountains to seek death?  It's a pity that he couldn't bear the bully Cao Fugui's force, so he threw it into the refining hut and set off. When it was released, there were already dense deep mountains and old forests outside.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)??Ah, if you can¡¯t find anything to eat, you¡¯re starving, and you¡¯re murderous, it¡¯s more terrifying than in other seasons.

    Cao Fugui gnawed a bellyful of radishes, excited and frightened, took the same inexperienced rhubarb, and embarked on the road into the deep mountains.

    According to the experience of the old bartender, he wrapped his legs and feet tightly with old cloth belts, which not only prevents insects and ants, but also protects the calves, and also prevents the legs and feet from swelling when traveling in the mountains.  This method was used by the Red Army during the Long March, and even by the guerrillas who were haunted by mountains and forests. It is indeed a good and practical method.

    Rhubarb is a very self-aware dog, why would he go to the deep mountains to seek death?  It's a pity that he couldn't bear the bully Cao Fugui's force, so he threw it into the refining hut and set off. When it was released, there were already dense deep mountains and old forests outside.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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