"Boom!"

Qin Yiren was lying on the couch, listening to the roar of his stomach, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

I couldn't hold back my hunger, but there were still roars, fearing that others wouldn't know that he was very hungry. However, my stomach was just not good enough and was about to sound, just like driving a tank. Listening to this sound made people speechless.

"Hey!" Qin Yiren was a human being in two lives, and the first time he encountered such a dilemma, he could only sigh in secret.

It’s not that Qin Yiren has no way to make money. Qin Yiren has received higher education at least. He knows a lot of things. There are always some that were not available in the Warring States Period and were in short supply, right? If you get a few small inventions and creations, it’s not a problem to get enough food and clothing.

The problem is that if you want to do things, you have to have strength. He is so hungry that he can't do anything. Even if he has the strength to do it, he must have freedom. He is under house arrest and his world is only in this small courtyard, and even with strength, he cannot use it.

Only by staying in trouble is torture, torture people to death.

"Huhh!"

A cool breeze blew, like a knife, and Qin Yiren's thin body could not bear it. It felt like he was poured on his body with a basin of cold water in the head in the 39th day.

It is already winter now, and the weather is extremely cold. Qin Yiren has no winter clothes, but he is wearing a ragged thin robe. How can he withstand such coldness? He can't help but suck the cold and fight his teeth.

bedding?

That was a luxury word. According to the ex's memory, Qin Yiren didn't know how long it had been since he used the bedding.

"Prince!"

A sound of teeth colliding came from other rooms, very crisp. Qin Yiren knew that Heibo, Moer, Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong and others were also too cold to bear it.

Qin Yiren curled up like a dog and suffered hardship. After finally reaching the moon and the sky, he jumped up from the couch, dragged his tired body to the backyard, and touched the fresh water vapor. Finally, he came to the pottery jar that filled the water and poured a lot of cold water.

"Cold, so cold, so damn cold." Qin Yiren had been so cold that he had been so cold that he had no heat. He drank a stomach of cold water and became completely cold from the inside to the outside, like a popsicle, and his teeth couldn't help fighting.

Fortunately, I was filled with cold water and finally recovered some strength.

"It's time!" Qin Yiren looked up at the sky and saw a dark and starry light. He picked up a dead branch, returned to the house, and headed straight for Meng Zhao's house.

"It smells so smelly!" As soon as he arrived at the door, he was dizzy by a smell that was even more stinky than the stool. Qin Yiren pinched his nose and entered Meng Zhao's house.

In the dark night, Meng Zhao was vaguely seen falling asleep and snoring. Qin Yiren sighed: "This skill is really amazing!"

I was so hungry that Meng Zhao could sleep, but still so heavy. This skill was really amazing. I don’t know how I practiced it. How long does it take to be hungry to develop such extraordinary skills? Qin Yiren’s nose felt sore and he had the urge to cry.

There were a pair of torn boots in front of the couch. According to Qin Yiren's memory, these two torn boots were torn and rotten, just like a big fish mouth, and it was very smelly, even more smelly than a stool. It made people dizzy with a sour smell.

Qin Yiren used dead branches to hold his broken boots and sneaked out of the house.

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Besides, Meng Zhao was sleeping soundly, and someone was talking in his ear: "I've eaten meat!"

"Meat?" The snoring sound seemed to be cut by someone with scissors. Meng Zhao jumped up like a spring, his eyes widened, staring around, and asked with hope: "Where is the meat? Where is the meat?"

Meat, for Qin Yiren and others, is a luxury word, and I don’t know how long it has been since I ate meat.

No, don’t talk about eating meat, I can’t remember how many days I haven’t smelled meat.

Therefore, the word "meat" has a great attraction to Meng Zhao. Although I heard the word "meat" vaguely in my sleep, I still woke up immediately and swallowed my saliva.

"Meng Zhao, come with me." Qin Yiren's powerless voice rang.

"Young Master?" Meng Zhao was in a hurry to put on his boots and screamed: "Why did my boots get so wet? It seems like they have been washed."

"Why is that much nonsense? Do you want to eat meat?" Qin Yiren asked in a deep voice.

"Think about it!" Meng Zhao didn't know how many words I said in one breath, but he didn't believe it very much: "Young master, is there really meat to eat? Are you tying me?"

"If you want to eat meat, follow me." Qin Yiren didn't say nonsense, turned around and left.

"Meat? The young master must be confused, how could there be meat?" Meng Zhao couldn't help but muttered, but had to follow him.

When he arrived at the backyard, Meng Zhao was shocked and saw a meat mountain lying on the ground, his eyes suddenly widened, and he screamed: "Isn't this the hateful big yellow dog? Huh, why are you alive and dead?"

Zhao Ping's evil dog, the big yellow dog, lay straight on the ground, with the dog's head hanging aside, and the dog's mouth was spitting white foam, and he could not die anymore.

Meng Zhao would not have known how vicious the evil dog was. They had suffered great losses from this evil dog and knew very well how difficult this big yellow dog was to deal with. If it were easy to deal with, it would have become food in their stomachs, so how could it allow it to bark?

Even such an intractable evil dog was dead. Meng Zhao felt like he was dreaming and didn't believe it was true at all.

"Is this true? Am I not dreaming?" Meng Zhao opened his mouth so hard that he could stuff an egg into it. He didn't notice that Qin Yiren's demon claws stretched towards his thighs.

"Ah! Young Master, why did you twist me?" Meng Zhao suddenly screamed and asked Qin Yiren.

Qin Yiren secretly made a secret move and twisted Meng Zhao's legs hard, but it was uncomfortable. This is not human legs, it should be called wooden legs. There is no trace of flesh, only a thin layer of skin: "If you know it hurts, it's not a dream. I'll help you wake up."

"I really have meat to eat." Meng Zhao couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and was overjoyed. He said and sang half apart, expressing his good mood.

"I'll leave this to you before the matter of peeling the skin." Qin Yiren assigned a task.

"Young Master, don't worry, I'm good at skinning my dog." Meng Zhao volunteered and confidently said, "Not only is I good at it, but even Magai and Fan Tong are also good at it. With us here, you can keep your heart in your stomach."

Turning around, rushing into the room excitedly, not long after, Magai, Fan Tong, Heibo and Moer followed, their faces were in disbelief, and when they saw the dead yellow dog, they were surprised again.

This big yellow dog is as big as a calf, and it is a meat mountain. It is enough for them to have a good meal. Who can not be happy? They come up with joy and sing to express their good mood.

"Young Master, you rest and wait for the slap. Moer and I boil water and stew dog meat. Meng Zhao, you three of you should be quick, fast." Hei Bo commanded the people to work, and was so happy that he could not hold back his grey head. A gray head swayed around, which was extremely happy.

"Soon, very soon." Meng Zhao and the other two said in unison. They were so hungry that they could not wait to hold the big yellow dog and chew it hard. Do you dare not hurry up?

"Young Master, you killed it?" Meng Zhao suddenly remembered something.

"Yes." Qin Yiren raised his head and chest, and said with satisfaction: "I'm called touching a dog and not stealing a chicken."

"Young master, where are there chickens? If there are chickens, can they be left for the moment?" Ma Gai shook his head violently.

If there were chickens in this yard, wouldn’t it be their food?

"Young Master, how did you kill this evil dog?" Moer was very curious and asked with her bright black and white eyes.

She was as thin as a bamboo pole, and she looked extremely playful in her blinking eyes, just like a playful skeleton acting cute.

"Yes, young master, how did you do it?" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong and Hei Bo were also curious, with a flash of light in his eyes, staring at Qin Yiren.

They know very well how difficult it is to deal with big yellow dogs, and they can't be curious.

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Chapter completed!