Chapter 379 Guarding the village, having a home away from home
In the countryside, there are haystacks and firewood at the door of almost every household. When you have nothing to do, adults and children will pick up firewood and hay, and place them neatly in bundles to attract fire, cook and boil water.
It's indispensable.
But for a deserted village like Kongjia Village, which has been abandoned for many years, even the house has been dilapidated and collapsed. Naturally, the haystacks and firewood piles have rotted, and new weeds and shrubs have grown around them. They have entered the village as they entered the village.
Not intact.
Except for Lao Kong's home.
Lao Kong pulled open the haystack, and the middle part was visible to the naked eye. Then he leaned inside and pulled the grass on his body. He looked up and smiled, "That's it, but... my family...
…Small."
The implication is that there are too many people in you. My family is young and I can’t live there, so I won’t invite you in.
Everyone was speechless.
Bai Yue said: "Although it's small, it's quite exquisite. By the way, don't rest first, you have not finished the meal yet?"
Old Kong was stunned, and immediately said: "Yes, yes."
Then Old Kong immediately got up, and did not forget to close the door of his room, and just pulled back the pile of straw.
Everyone was watching, but Lao Kong picked up the mouse he brought in and walked aside.
Everyone was worried, afraid that Lao Kong would bite it in one bite and drink blood. This was a little ugly. Moreover, if the chicken had a visual impact, it was a mouse, and he didn't know whether it should be stopped.
Fortunately, Lao Kong did not chew on it directly. He walked aside, placed the dead mouse on the ground, and then bent down. Only then did everyone see clearly that there was a well beside him.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Then I saw Lao Kong very skilled, so he drew water from the well, and then found a rusty knife from the grass, and he was very skillful in tidying up his intestines and tidying up his stomach.
The mouse chopped off his head, tail, limbs, removed his internal organs, rinsed it in a basin, started a fire, threw it into a large pot and started cooking.
Lao Kong's series of movements were smooth and he had done them countless times at first sight. It seemed that he had indeed lived here alone for a long time, sleeping in the straw pile at night, and eating whatever he picked up during the day.
If you can grow crops, it would be better if you plant so many lands, you can eat a person with enough food. If you don’t know, it’s hard to say, because rats and sparrows are often eaten.
The fragrance quickly floated out, at least it was a pot of meat.
But not only did everyone look at it but also had a vague feeling of nausea. Fortunately, they hadn't started eating at night, otherwise someone might have vomited it out.
Bai Yue is different. Although she doesn't watch it with relish, she looks at it seriously.
The water boiled and the meat was cooked. Lao Kong extinguished the fire. After waiting for a while, when the meat became colder, he reached out to grab the meat.
He turned his head very politely, raised his flesh, and laughed: "Eat...eat..."
Everyone doesn't want to eat, they just want to vomit.
Perhaps only Team Xing didn't want to vomit, but even Team Xing was not interested in such food. They just lay on the ground and didn't even bother to shake their tails.
"Thank you no longer need." Bai Yue said calmly: "You eat it quickly. It will be no good if it is cold in a while. I'll pack it up for you. Keep the things well and don't be dragged away by wild cats and dogs."
Lao Kong was eating meat, and Bai Yue actually cleaned up a few things for him, and then said, "It's too late, let's leave first, you can eat slowly."
Lao Kong tasted so terrible. The cake just now obviously didn't fill his stomach. At this moment, he was tearing the rat meat with big mouthfuls. The mouse was really not small, and it was like a chicken in his hand.
Seeing that Bai Yue was like this, everyone knew that she had noticed it, and without asking much questions, they left together.
It was obvious that Lao Kong could only sleep with him at home. They planned to spend the night in the ancestral hall as planned. It was spacious and there were bluestone floors on the ground. There were fewer weeds than the side, and fewer snakes, insects, rats and ants.
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After walking out a piece, he couldn't hear it, and the other party didn't follow him. Bai Yue then said, "This old Confucius is indeed not normal. I observed it and found that his stupidity is true, not pretending. But he certainly doesn't
Living here is not a matter of living by eating mice.”
Everyone was puzzled, and Jian Yu said, "I have noticed that the so-called haystacks do have signs of sleeping, but they definitely don't sleep every day. Unless he changes the weed every few days, or he doesn't come back to sleep every night."
"Not bad." Bai Yue praised: "There are two more points. One is his clothes. The straw in the haystack is only relatively soft. In fact, there are many straw stems and straw tendons. If he sleeps in it every day, on the clothes
It will definitely be stained with a lot of grass clippings and will also be poked to pull a little hole."
Everyone thought about it and nodded.
"There's another point." Bai Yue said: "Look at him eating the mouse, wash it and rinse it and put it in the pot, without oil or salt. There was not even a used can of salt in his pile of utensils.
I won’t talk about the taste. If a person does not eat salt all year round, his body will be weak and powerless. However, he can easily carry such a large bucket of water effortlessly, which shows that there is no problem with his body."
Jian Yu said in a deep voice: "If he is pretending to be stupid, it is deliberately leading us over to let us dispel our doubts. If he is really stupid, it is just giving him food and drink, giving him the people who live in it, leading us over to let us
Dispel doubts.”
Who would that person be? Could it be the painter in the ghost market? Or another survivor of Kongjia Village?
At this time, Liang Meng smiled and took out a piece of cloth from his sleeve. Everyone looked closely and saw that it was a piece of Lao Kong's clothes.
Jian Yu couldn't help but say, "You move very quickly."
Fortunately, Lao Kong's clothes are thousands of layers, and Liang Meng secretly cut them down and could not detect them at all.
Liang Meng was not that particular person, but he was unwilling to just pinch the fabric. Instead, he pinched it with a layer of handkerchief, then squatted down and put the fabric in front of Team Xing.
"Come on, Team Xing smells it."
Team Xing is still easy to be obedient. He wrinkled his nose and smelled it, and whispered.
Liang Meng shouted: "Captain Xing, go."
Team Xing was about to turn around and walk back immediately, and was hugged by Liang Meng.
"No, no, no, not there." Liang Meng hurriedly said: "If you smell it again, what other places have this smell."
Although Team Xing couldn't understand and couldn't speak, he probably understood after being pulled back two or three times. He lowered his head and smelled the piece of cloth, sniffed it on the ground, and walked slowly forward.
Everyone hurriedly followed and went to find Lao Kong's nest while he was eating and drinking.
Team Xing is worthy of being the Xing team. They cooperate with Liang Meng very well. One person and one dog are walking in front, as if they are born with a pair.
But Team Xing walked as he smelled it, and as he smelled it, he brought everyone back to the Confucius Ancestral Hall.
"No, Old Kong usually lives here?" Liang Meng led Team Xing to stop at the entrance of the ancestral hall: "We checked it very carefully just now, and there were no traces of anyone's life."
A person needs to sleep, eat, drink, and solve physiological problems. It is impossible to leave any trace without leaving any trace. Even if it is simple, such as Lao Kong, who only eats raw meat and drinks blood, has a room with a haystack, and has a mouthful of