There was a rustling sound, and Lu Zeyu looked at a large nest of bugs in the soil with a smile, grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth. After eating it, he felt more comfortable.

Although there is no sense of stability in eating except for the taste, Lu Zeyu recently felt that he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't eat anything.

Yaoxiang taught her method to her is indeed very effective. She could easily catch a lot of insects. Lu Zeyu thought about it and found a big leaf, used a fire source stone to make a fire, wrapped the big white insects in the leaves, and smiled and took out a bunch of seasonings she bought. He added a little according to what the store owner said, following Xiao Yuan’s previous practice, and added some more.

"What should I do without a pot?"

After thinking about it, Lu Zeyu found a big stone, raised his fingers, as if cutting tofu, and soon made a round stone, and then pressed it with his fist a few times, and a stone pot came out.

After finding some clean water, Lu Zeyu put the stone pot on the fire, put the wrapped bugs in the water, covered them with a large stone, and poked two small holes.

"It smells so good."

Lu Zeyu stretched out his nose.

At this time, there was a creaking sound on the road. Not far away, a machine horse was pulling a cart. An old man was sitting in the car, loading bags of seeds.

When the old man saw Lu Zeyu, he was a little confused and stopped the carriage.

"Young Master, you are..."

The stone slab was uncovered, and a strong smell came to my face. The old man couldn't help pinching his nose. The smell was very complicated. And looking at the opened leaves, the green pot of insects inside, the insects were a little black and the stone pot was cracked.

This is not something that people eat, right?

The old man became confused and looked at Lu Zeyu eating with a complicated expression.

“The taste is OK.”

The old man coughed.

"Young Master, if you are hungry, I have dry food."

The old man kindly took out a piece of dry food, and Lu Zeyu took it without saying a word and stuffed it.

"I have eaten this kind of insect before, but it has a scent. It's okay to do this. It's just that the leaves you are looking for are wrong, and there are too many seasonings."

"You can do it?"

The old man's name is Yang Gang, who is from Xiaozhu Village in front.

When he mentioned Xiaozhu Village, Lu Zeyu became excited because it was the village where raising pheasants were raised.

When he got into the car, Yang Gang was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the boy came to eat chicken.

"Young Master, you are not the time. This is not too fat. I am afraid you will disappoint you."

"It's okay, just eat it."

Seeing this greedy young man looking stupid, Yang Gang said that he could only be a beggar at this time.

"Old man, the spiritual energy in your body is quite strong."

Lu Zeyu muttered, and for a moment, Yang Gang looked nervous, so he said bluntly that he would practice from time to time.

When I arrived at the entrance of the village, the village was not big, and there were dense bamboo forests on both sides. Sure enough, I could see some chickens for food in the bamboo forest. The village looked like dozens of households. There was an iron shop at the entrance of the village. The master was making a blacksmith, and a few children were playing with mud at the entrance of the village.

"What are you playing?"

At first glance, Lu Zeyu saw that these children were much better than ordinary people. Many people in the village were like ordinary villagers, but they were actually monks. Moreover, Lu Zeyu found that the iron tools they made looked pretty good, at least they were the best iron tools Lu Zeyu had ever seen.

In order to join them, Lu Zeyu took out a large bag of colorful stones and said masculine to a strong iron man. Both of them saw the bag of stones.

"Isn't this Long Yanshi?"

A child said, and Lu Zeyu smiled and started playing with a few children.

Yang Gang and many people in the village were puzzled. This young man who looked dumb, like a child, was completely immersed in the joy of playing with mud.

"Young Master, aren't you here to eat chicken?"

Lu Zeyu then remembered that he scratched his head and the mud was splashed all over. Lu Zeyu is a master of masters. He used to work in the bald village, but he played with mud when he had nothing to do. He had a deep practical theory about playing mud, the degree of dilution of mud, the viscosity of mud, the amount of gravel in mud, etc., which surprised a group of children.

"How much does one cost, old man."

"Sell you forty cents each."

Lu Zeyu thought for a long time.

"Twenty Months."

Masturbation was a little helpless. Just as he was about to say something, Lu Zeyu licked his mouth and said.

"I have twenty taels of silver here, give me a thousand."

Everyone who gathered in the village was stunned.

"Young Master, are you going to sell it where you want to sell it?"

Lu Zeyu touched his nose.

"I want to eat it. I will give you all the flavors, steam it, stir-fry it, etc. I will give you another tael of silver and add four hundred quota of handmade fees."

As noon approached, more than 200 people in the village gathered next to a fire pit in the village. Several peasant women took out the pheasant wrapped in mud with a large shovel, and the elderly, children, women and a few men were still slaughtering chickens.

"Young Master, you..."

Yang Gang hurriedly stopped Lu Zeyu because he seemed to be planning to chew the mud together, and then taught Lu Zeyu how to eat it. After one time, Lu Zeyu couldn't stop.

As Lu Zeyu ate chickens, the villagers were shocked, and Yang Gang also knew that Lu Zeyu was really just here to eat chickens.

Soon, a plate of chicken mixed dishes was brought up, and Lu Zeyu poured it directly into his mouth, making his face red and red, and he kept stuffing it into his mouth.

In two hours, Lu Zeyu ate a hundred chickens, which shocked the villagers to think he was a monster.

"Change me a different taste in the afternoon."

Lu Zeyu felt that it was almost done, and the villagers also scattered and planned to do farm work. Yang Gang looked at the chicken feathers and mud, and even the chicken bones were not left.

Lu Zeyu lay beside the bamboo forest, leaning against the bamboo leaves, yawning comfortably, intending to get up first before talking about it.

But for some reason, Lu Zeyu always felt that the people in this village were strange and not like ordinary farmers. Lu Zeyu thought of the people in the bald village, which was completely different from them.

Moreover, every household in Xiaozhu Village has a stove, and the mud cock that just now was not available was used.

The mottled sunlight penetrated the bamboo forest and shook on Lu Zeyu's face. After a while, he fell asleep while snoring.

After Lu Zeyu fell asleep, Yang Gang took several men from the village to investigate Lu Zeyu with magic, but still couldn't find out what was wrong.

Yang Gang's face was solemn. He was a little scared of such people of unknown origin. They had been hiding here for almost thirty years, and came here in a simple manner, and their lives were very leisurely.

"Master, have you found out what happened to you when you go to the city?"

Yang Gang sighed.

"Someone is inquiring about the whereabouts of our casting door."

Several strong men showed fear. The reason why their weapon casting door fell to this point was because they had a fairy bone in their hands, and Yang Gang felt a little moved.

"If I had handed over it back then, it wouldn't have been like this, hey!"

Several disciples around him seemed very angry. Most of their parents died in the sect's accidents. After that, many sects refused to let go of the sect. Yang Gang had to take his disciples to run and kill them all the way, and finally lived in seclusion here, which had only been so stable for decades.
Chapter completed!