MTL - I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood-Chapter 53

An Yinong was stunned for a moment, but when he looked again, there was nothing.

He doesn't know what to say anymore, this feeling is weird and surprising. The only thing that can be confirmed is that that being has goodwill towards him.

He tried hard to recall, and pulled out his memory to distinguish frame by frame: "Is it the one by the bridge?"

The wind in the valley whistled, but no one responded.

"I don't know who you are, I want to thank you." He folded his hands and said towards the valley.

After calming down a little, An Yinong walked inside. He saw a large piece of kudzu. If the root was dug out and made into kudzu root powder, it would be at least 10 to 20 pounds.

In addition, he followed the bees to discover a hollow tree trunk that had long been used as a nest by bees, and was filled with fan-shaped beehives.

"Is this a gift from nature?" An Yinong's eyes glowed green.

On that day, he only dug out part of the kudzu root, and also picked a lot of green persimmons that were not yet ripe.

The next day he came with a gauze hat, a jar, a sickle, etc., and took away countless beehives, honey, and pupae, and left a hive for the bees to live in the queen bee.

The queen bee is still here, and the bee population is still here. Aynon blessed the queen bee to keep her healthy.

He brought back the bee pupae and roasted them to eat. The honeycomb and honey were separated into two jars.

An Yinong, who never eats insects and insect-related foods, ate this high-protein food for the first time: "First locusts, then bee pupae, maybe roast cicada pupae and fried scorpions in the future. try."

Sprinkle with salt, the fragrance makes the system next door cry.

When he came back on the third day, he held a bucket of water, smashed the fruit on the persimmon tree, and poured a whole bucket of water on the persimmon tree. As for the kudzu, one-fifth of it is also reserved for reproduction, and the rest are dug up.

Pueraria root powder cannot be eaten too much, but no matter what, it is stronger than bark and Guanyin soil.

After moving things back, An Yinong bought incense sticks and wrapped a prepared multigrain cake in paper. He found the nameless grave that had been erected in the dry river.

An Yinong knocked around in the village, and no one told him who had drowned in the river, so he still didn't know the name of this person.

"I didn't believe this before, but now I have to."

Three lit incense sticks were inserted on the grave, and a paper bag was placed next to it. The paper bag contained a multigrain cake and a persimmon. An Yinong bowed and left.

He didn't notice that after he turned around, the three sticks of incense suddenly burned wildly, burning to the roots in a blink of an eye. The incense smoke floated into the air, vaguely blowing the appearance of a smiling woman.

An Yinong went home to deal with persimmons.

The persimmon tree is really a tree of life for the poor. In the famine years, this tree brought hope to many people, and now it also brings hope to An Yinong.

Green persimmons can be peeled and made into persimmon cakes. The ripe persimmons can be eaten by themselves or sold, although they can not be sold for a few dollars.

Honey and beeswax are valuable. After processing the persimmons, he drove his wheelbarrow to the county. The county is very far away from their village. I started at four or five o'clock and arrived at eight or nine o'clock. I walked all the way and my shoes were worn out.

However, if something is pulled into the county, it can be sold for a few cents more.

Even there are no less beggars here than in town. They were all huddled in the corner, or lying on the ground dying of breath, or when they saw someone, they stretched out a pair of dark hands, like scars in the county town.

Looking at those skinny beggars, An Yinong seemed to see that the ground was starving in a few months.

This famine affects not only a village, a town or a county, the people who escaped the famine were killed and injured countless times, and the people who were left behind also had their own sorrows.

After asking passers-by, he went to the street where the nobles lived, shouting at the back door 'Sell honey, fresh flower nectar'. Called all morning and no one answered.

Just when he was dry and hesitant to sell the restaurant, a family finally opened the door.

"Honey seller, come here."

An Yinong immediately walked over: "This master, this is the pure honey of a hundred flowers, and I found this after climbing a lot of mountain roads."

"I checked, no syrup?"

"Where can I get it?" An Yinong opened the jar and scooped a little with a wooden spoon, "Do you have a taste? People like you have used many good things, where can I get them? Bad things lie to you?"

He smiled, and he couldn't find any trace of a modern singer who was once sought after by thousands of people. He was completely an ordinary ancient teenager who was running around for life.

The system was so sad that it turned away: its host should have stood on the stage, shining brightly.

An Yinong, who has always been able to afford and put it down, doesn't think it's anything, he is still promoting his honey.

At that moment, his mood was a little complicated, he lived here, and people were still picking on the quality of life.

However, An Yinong quickly calmed down. With three or two half of silver, he couldn't hide a smile on his face: With more money, the future will be more secure.

An Yinong went to buy grain, and the price of grain rose again. Originally, one tael of silver could buy 60 catties, but now only two taels of silver can buy 50 catties, both miscellaneous grains and old grains.

The supply is still in short supply, and An Yinong was almost squeezed out by the food buyers.

As for the beeswax, he sold it to the pharmacy, and directly exchanged it for various pills and ointments.

On the way back, An Yinong happened to meet a fur merchant from the north selling skins, so he bought some worthless sheepskin scraps and a piece of gray rabbit skin with a tael of silver.

They are all pieces of fur. Rabbit skin can be used as a hat, small sheepskin can be made into vests and knee pads, and two large pieces can be used as snow boots. He also asked the merchant for some leather cords, which were the most suitable for sewing leather coats.

Pushing a wheelbarrow and walking back down the path, An Yinong deliberately waited for a while until it was dark before entering the village, and then unloaded the grain and leather.

He took out the bag given by the village chief before, scooped about five catties of broken rice, and then took advantage of the night to return the grain to the village chief: "I was lucky yesterday, I met a swarm of bees, this is Return yours."

The village chief looked at it, five kilograms of broken rice: "I gave too much."

"Not much, the grain borrowed by my uncle helped a lot." An Yinong handed the bag with the grain to the village chief's daughter-in-law, "Just accept it, the children will eat it too. ."

Everyone in the room watched eagerly, and the village chief knew that there was almost no food at home, so he accepted it.

He patted An Yinong on the shoulder: "Don't say anything about honey, someone in the village has been stolen today, stole more than ten kilograms of noodles, and no one was caught. "

Now the situation is getting worse and worse, the village chief sighed: "We were all looking forward to the arrival of new food, but now... hey."

An Yinong came home, and before he had time to take off his coat to catch his breath, Mary sent an invitation to heal the parrot at home with a broken wing. He was hungry, so he agreed without hesitation.

He went to the farm that had not changed except the environment. A cockatoo with a chipped wing in the living room was looking at him with its head tilted.

An Yinong stretched out his hand to slap him, but was avoided.

He didn't care either, and put a 'health halo' on the cockatoo, but it didn't work. It was only when An Yinong remembered that his aura of health could only heal small wounds, and there was nothing to do with this type of limb disability.

"Hmm..." He thought about it for a while, then simply cleaned the clipped wing tips, plucked off some feathers, and then asked Mary to ask for needles and threads. After soaking in alcohol, he sewed them manually.

The immobilized parrot yelled and cursed, but the ruthless An Yinong remained unmoved. I don't know if it's the role of the gold finger. He doesn't have the real feeling of sewing animal limbs, although there will be blood when the needle passes through.

After everything was sewn, he tried the 'Health Aura'.

At this time, only a 'ding' sound was heard, and a very mechanical voice came out: the health aura has been upgraded, and it has been upgraded to a 'healing aura', and at the same time the 'beautiful aura' is unlocked.

Can this thing be upgraded? An Yinong subconsciously used a 'healing halo' on the broken wings, and the light flashed on the parrot's wound. After three seconds, the cotton thread fell off, and there were no signs of injury at the connection between the wings. The parrot stopped calling. He tilted his head to look at his wings.

"Except for the feathers plucked, it is no different from before." The strengthened 'Healing Aura' can be called a miracle.

Driven by curiosity, An Yinong also used a 'beautiful halo' on the parrot. The feathers of the cockatoo's wound grew long in the wind, and quickly grew evenly, and the color of the overall feathers was also bright many.

"Wow, my Lilith has not only recovered completely, but has also become more beautiful." The owner, Mary, was very satisfied, and she excitedly held up the parrot and kissed it.

To thank An Yinong, today's dinner was especially rich. In addition to what he ate, he also brought a paper bag of French baguettes, which weighed about two pounds.

But the biggest surprise today is still the upgraded 'Healing Aura'.

In order to test its effect, An Yinong found a knife and cut a three-centimeter-long wound on his arm.

"His." The blood flowed down at that moment.

Enduring the pain, he used the 'Healing Aura', the light flowed on the wound, the pain was relieved, and finally disappeared. When the light passed, the wound on his arm was gone, only a little blood remained.

An Yinong looked at it, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, then rose again.

The famine is getting worse and worse, and more and more people are entering the mountain. As a result, a group of people disturbed the wild boar group in the mountain. village.

Seven ran down, three were beaten to death, and four ran away. The villagers injured seven people, but luckily they were all flesh wounds, and it was enough to raise them for two days.

I heard that the wild boar was killed, and the villagers ran out of their homes to see.

The wild boars on the ground are also very thin, but no matter how thin they are, they still have dozens of pounds of meat. The people who hunted wild boar surrounded the killed pig, and they were as happy as they were during the Chinese New Year.

"The people who beat the pigs get the best meat, and the others can also get some water and bones." No one felt inappropriate for the village chief's decision.

"Wait!" Suddenly a dozen thugs with machetes came over, followed by a thin middle-aged man, "These wild boars ran down the mountain, is that mountain our home? The mountain? Then this pig is our pig."