In more than half an hour, Xiao Qi Yemo could put on more than a dozen pieces with a rope and take them back to Fanggu’s farm.

Then, I will briefly deal with the workers, set up a fire, and use an iron stick to grill the treated sparrows on the fire. During the roasting process, some pepper and salt will be sprinkled.

After more than ten minutes, a string of roasted sparrows that were burnt on the outside and tender on the inside was ready.

*

Yang Yang didn't expect that he, the dead bird father, usually looks cold and cold.

It actually opened his eyes today.

Qi Yemo held the slingshot handle tightly with one hand, picked up a small stone from the ground with the other hand and put it on the rubber band.

Then he closed one eye and aimed at the pheasant while gently pulling the rubber band backwards.

Seeing that the time was right, he loosened his hand holding the rubber band.

"puff……"

The slingshot sound was not loud, and the pheasant died instantly without notice.

Seeing that the pheasant was hit, Yang Yang couldn't control his excitement and didn't care whether his father wanted him to move.

"Yo roar..." Yang Yang cheered and ran over.

Qi Yemo looked down at the slingshot he made and raised his eyebrows. It seemed that after so many years, this ability has not been abandoned at all.

"Dad, look!" Yang Yang stood next to the pheasant, reached out and lifted the chicken's feet, and shook it for Qi Yemo to see.

"Okay, put this pheasant in a bag and carry it back together. Your mother will definitely be surprised when she sees it." Qi Yemo also smiled slightly.

Yang Yang saw his father's hidden skills, and he admired him a little. But it was just a little bit.

Putting the pheasant into the bag, Yang Yang quickly ran to Qi Yemo, pointed to the slingshot in his hand and asked, "Dad, what is this? How can he still shoot bullets like a gun?"

Qi Yemo shook his slingshot in front of Yang Yang: "This is called a slingshot. It was played with when I was a child, and it is similar to the toy gun you played with. But this can be regarded as the ancestor of toy guns."

"Oh!" Yang Yang suddenly realized that he had heard other classmates mention this thing, but he had never seen it before.

"Dad, can you give this to me..." Yang Yang finally couldn't help asking.

Like Chenchen, he didn't dare to ask what Qi Yemo wanted to live. Basically, his father gave them whatever he gave them, and they would take whatever he gave them.

Qi Yemo nodded and beat a pheasant. Yang Yang was much more obedient than he thought. He was happy: "Okay, let me give it to you. But you can't shoot everywhere, don't you hear it?" After that, he handed Yang Yang the slingshot.

Yang Yang reached out to take it, and he felt like he was getting a treasure. This was even more exciting than giving him a game console.

Qi Yemo looked down at his watch. It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon. He didn't expect time to pass so quickly.

He patted Yang Yang on the shoulder gently: "Okay, it's time for us to go back."

Yang Yang responded obediently.

Qi Yemo took out the compass, set the position, and then took Yangyang to walk back.

In the woods, a father and son returned home with a load, and the harvest by the river seemed to be not bad.

After Tang Tianze guided him, he saw the fish taking the bait at first, but he was still a little more anxious. When he lifted the pole, the fish were all slipped away.

Because fish have a habit, that is, at the beginning, they will suck their food twice.
Chapter completed!