What is raising a guwoman?

My hometown, Jinping, is located at the gate of the 100,000 mountains, at the junction of western Hunan. It is a gathering place for ethnic minorities. There are many legends about ghosts, gods, witchcraft, etc., such as Gu poison, the girl from the fallen flower cave and the wild monsters of the mountain mandrill. It is widely circulated, and almost every old man can tell a lot of stories.

The most widely spread among them is the witch who can raise poison and eliminate epidemics in the Miao Village.

Of course, the witch is the witch, and the witch is the witch. The legendary witch is the guy who uses many things that everyone fears and hates, such as snakes, insects, rats and ants, to refine and use them to harm people.

In the old man's mouth, the rumor of this poison is amazing, but in my opinion, it may be of some basis to use it as a poison, but it is really boastful to confuse people's minds.

Those are legends. I have been away for many years and have seen more and more, so I feel less and less convinced.

I don’t believe it, but I squatted here at this moment, with long squirming snakes everywhere, and I have no extra solution.

I don't want to die.

After the big and thick woman left, the young man next to him saw that I was not eating porridge and asked me what was going on. I didn’t tell him that there were insects in the porridge, so he said he was not hungry. He immediately became excited and said, "Otherwise, give it to him."

I hesitated a little, but after the other party repeatedly urging me, I handed it to him.

The young man took the bowl and swallowed the porridge in a few bites. He also licked the whole bowl with his tongue without any satisfaction, and then returned it to me.

I'm a little disgusted.

Logically speaking, a person from a wealthy family will never be like this even if he is hungry.

What exactly makes him so self-esteem?

I thought of taking drugs.

People who take drugs, let alone self-esteem, even their lives are almost ignored. They are just living in the world, and their minds are just taking a sip.

The situation is very similar to now.

Could it be that the insects in this porridge caused him to become such a culprit?

In the next two days, I still didn't eat a bite of porridge and gave it all to the young man. He was so grateful for my care, saying that if I had the chance in the future, I would go out to find him Liu Bing, and he would take me to the best Michelin restaurant in Macau for a big meal, and order lobster and abalone.

As I was talking, my stomach was roaring, and he fell asleep again when he was extremely listless.

I didn't eat or drink for three days, but in fact I reached the verge of collapse. Several times, I reached to the edge of the rice bowl, but when I thought of the worms rolling and squirming inside, I stopped the constant thoughts.

Anyway, it’s all death. I would rather starve to death than die of worms.

However, when people are forced to do so, they will eventually go crazy. I saw the long snake on the wooden fence and the wall two days ago, but when I was so hungry that I had the desire to swallow my saliva unconsciously, and I no longer felt scared.

At night, I finally started to do it. I was so hungry that I pulled down a long snake with a thick wrist and smashed the snake's head with a stone to pieces.

A few simple actions have been simulated hundreds of times in my mind.

The power of hunger is simply powerful and makes people crazy.

After killing the snake, I didn't care about the fishy smell and put the spoiled wound into my mouth and sucked a mouthful of cold snake blood. When the smell of blood filled the tip of my nose, I was almost limp and finally recovered.

Afterwards, I chewed it raw, ate most of the snake, and hid the rest under the moldy straw pile.

Because everyone was sleeping late at night, almost no one noticed the situation here.

The cellar was dark and I didn’t know the time at all. I could only calculate based on the number of times I delivered the meal. On the third day, another new man came, a man with thick limbs, who dragged in for a few people.

It looked different from my dead dog. When the man came in, he made a big fuss and made a fuss about the entire cellar.

There were several people dragging him in. I saw the sharp-mouthed woman and the middle-aged mute who delivered us food on weekdays. There were two other women, and they were generally pretty.

Although it is better to be the nine-point girl who brought me in, it looks pleasing to the eye.

Under the control of several women, this thick man had no choice but to hit the back of his head with a stick and fainted without saying a word.

He was placed next door to my right.

I feel that he is obviously a little different from us, not only because of the big quarrels when we come in, but also for some other reasons.

Sure enough, when all those people left, he woke up in a short while.

When he woke up, he had been making a fuss for at least an hour. He stopped and looked around. At this time, I realized why he felt a little different just now.

In the darkness, this person's eyes seem to be able to produce light.

Of course it was not the light, but the look that was slightly brighter than black. When he looked at me, I felt that he could see things darkly and clearly see me.

I looked at the man for a while, and he suddenly asked me what I wanted to eat.

I didn't want to admit it at first, but he asked me to take out the snake meat hidden under the straw and give it to him for food.

I hid the thing invisible, but unexpectedly he told it out. After hesitating for a while, I finally decided to hand over the half of the snake meat and throw it to him.

The man took it over, sniffed it, and then started chewing it unceremoniously.

He ate very quickly and finished it in a short while. Finally, he licked his fingers and burped his body and said that he hadn't eaten for a long time, it was a doggy day.

After saying that, he looked at me again and said with a smile: "You boy is good. They all know how to drink the insect porridge, but you know how to catch the snakes around you to eat. However, these snakes are the most venomous soldering iron heads. They will kill them immediately after a bite. How did you kill them?"

As soon as I heard this person's words, I immediately knew that he should be some insider, so I became interested in making friends.

I said a few words to the man in a pleasing manner and suddenly asked, "Brother, do you know why they caught us here?"

The man was licking his fingers in the dark. After hearing what I said, he asked in surprise: "Don't you know?"

I smiled bitterly and said, "I was so fascinated by people. When I woke up, I came here. Where do I know?"

The man seemed to look around and after a while, he said slowly: "There are more than a dozen people locked here, all of whom are sleeping like pigs. You are just awake and you can tell that you are a good person. But since you have arrived here, you probably can't get out. But if you don't want to be a tragic devil, I can tell you."

Immediately afterwards, he told me the reason for this place.

The man's name is Zhu Bingwen, who is the person nearby. He used to be a pig maker who walked around the streets and was specially used to cut the boars that stuff, a pig knife, carrying a pair of picks, traveling all over the countryside, eating food from thousands of families, and living freely.

It’s a pity that such good days have gradually disappeared with the progress of the times. Farmers gradually stopped raising pigs and went out to work to make money. The pig farms think that Lao Zhu is unscientific and does not have the technicians who graduated from regular schools in other agricultural technology stations, so they gradually declined.

Lao Zhu had no other skills and was unwilling to work hard in the field, so he lived a very down-and-out life.

I knew one day, he met a cousin from afar.

His cousin Zhu Bingyi is a powerful person. He heard that he has several houses in the county town and drives four circles. It is said that it can be worth 500,000 or 600,000 yuan, which makes people jealous.

After repeated consideration, his cousin Zhu Bingyi decided to take over him, but what this pig maker never expected was that his cousin was actually a chicken head when he was doing his job.

What is a chicken head?

This is a swear word. To put it simply, it is a pimp. My cousin Zhu Bingyi's life is to deceive the girl nearby and get pregnant. Then he asked her to come in and serve her well. After giving birth, he would take her out for sale.

He didn't just ask for one "wife". When Lao Zhu met him, Xiao Zhu had seven "wifes" and six of them were taken out to sell, and one stayed at home to take care of the children.
Chapter completed!