The Lucky Bag is Reborn with Space

Chapter 312 Weirdness

At dawn, the old man got up, and when he got up, he took pictures of all three of them.

　　"Get up, get up, start working, don't say I didn't tell you, those people are not vegetarians. If you don't work, I'm afraid you won't have anything to eat."

 The old man went to open the fire, apparently to make breakfast.

But no one is looking forward to eating now.

Song Moting, Jiang Xiaoxiao, and Zhang Baocheng also got up, but no one went to wash their faces.

Everyone knows that the dirtier they are, the more protective they are. If you wash them off, you will find that there are still a lot of doubts about them. Most villagers are not like them.

The villagers who are exposed to the wind and sun are wearing dark clothes.

 Out of the three of them, except for Zhang Baocheng who was exposed to the wind and sun all day long because he drove a tractor, he really looked like an out-and-out rural person.

Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao are still different from the people in the village. Their temperaments and facial features look like educated youths who are intellectuals.

Especially if Jiang Xiaoxiao's face was clean, even if he was a boy, he would probably attract people's attention.

Song Moting asked the uncle clearly.

 The three men went into the house, carried some prey, and went directly outside the hut.

Felting the skin inside the house will make the blood smear and the smell will be even worse.

Moreover, I went to Ma Laosan from yesterday and asked for two daggers. If I don’t have any knives, how will they skin them then?

 When Ma Laosan gave them the knife, he looked at them specially.

 It seems that people are also worried about what kind of weapons they have been given and whether there will be any accidents.

Not only that, Ma Laosan also asked two young men to stand directly at the door with shotguns, watching them.

 It means to see if they are playing any tricks.

 If you want to play any tricks, just shoot.

Song Moting didn’t want Jiang Xiaoxiao to go out.

 But there is no reason.

The heavy snowfall was exactly as they expected, and it hasn’t stopped yet.

But fortunately it’s not windy right now, so it’s not too cold if the prey is left outside.

It's okay for two people to work, but Jiang Xiaoxiao doesn't know how to do this kind of skinning work.

Song Moting was never willing to let his wife do this.

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the two young men who were staring at the three of them with unkind eyes, and hurriedly went to help.

Even if she can no longer stand such **** scenes, she still has to pretend now.

 Otherwise, it would be even worse if there were clues. At this moment, a voice came from the old man's house.

 “That little boy, come over and peel the potatoes for me.”

Jiang Xiaoxiao agreed, "Hey! Here we come!"

What a coincidence?

Song Moting was completely relieved and started peeling the skin. Both of them had done this job before, so they were familiar with it.

Soon, a piece of skin was peeled off, and the guard inside saw that they were indeed people doing this kind of work. Looking at their proficiency, they knew that they were villagers who often hunted in the mountains, otherwise they would not have such a skill. , I felt relieved.

Ma Laosan took a look and saw that they were having **** outside the window, shook his head and went back.

 They are really unlucky.

 It was two months ago that I met this old man.

When I went up the mountain, I saw this old beggar in a weed nest. I originally thought that with the old beggar, at least there was a cook. Who knew the old beggar’s cooking skills.

 It’s really annoying.

 But none of them know how to cook, and the food is always half-cooked, worse than the old man.

 At least the old man cooked the rice.

　　Although it tastes bad, it is better than eating their half-cooked and uncooked rice and always getting diarrhea.

At this moment, I actually met three more hunters who knocked on the door.

Just this craftsmanship saves them a lot of trouble.

They are not here for the meat, but for the skins and the things on these animals.

As long as these things can be brought back, who would have the patience to bring back such a heavy piece of meat?

Of course, you still have to pick out some good ones and take them back. It’s cold here anyway, so they won’t go bad if you leave them here.

Jiang Xiaoxiao walked into the house. The old man had already pointed at the pile of potatoes and motioned for her to peel them.

Jiang Xiaoxiao started peeling potatoes seriously there. In fact, according to her, she knew how to cook and her skills were very good.

 Even if you let these people know that you can cook, it will only hide your identity even more and treat them differently.

But Jiang Xiaoxiao had a guess that the old man seemed to be protecting himself from yesterday to today, intentionally or unintentionally, even though he looked extremely indifferent to everyone.

The problem is that she has an inexplicable feeling that this old man seems to be special to her, but she still doesn't understand why.

The two people have never met, and they don’t know each other at all. Why would the old man protect himself?

Jiang Xiaoxiao can't figure it out, or is this old man just retreating in order to advance, trying to get inside and gain their trust?

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't dare to tell the truth to others easily, let alone reveal his identity, even if this old man was really protecting him.

 The reason why I said I can't cook is because I'm worried that if these people find out that they know how to cook, what if this old man is also a poor and innocent person.

 There is no guarantee that I will be abandoned by these people.

The abandonment of these people is not just throwing away, it will kill people.

 At that time, she should really do something unjust.

It is better to eat unpalatable food than to harm others.

 Besides, until she understands the final situation, anything she does is wrong, and she might as well do nothing.

The old man made a pot of rice porridge early in the morning.

 Plus yesterday’s steamed buns were a little warmer.

The old man was doing well today. He fried potatoes and shredded potatoes. Although it was still the same tasteless, compared to yesterday's boiled vegetables, this fried shredded potatoes was obviously much more popular.

The old man didn't even let Jiang Xiaoxiao bring the food in. The old man brought the food in himself.

Let Jiang Xiaoxiao wash pots and dishes, clear the stove, chop wood and fetch water.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was too happy to go in.

Being busy here is better than going in and serving those people. Those few people are not good people at first glance. They just beat Zhang Baocheng yesterday.

If you go in by yourself, you can't guarantee that you won't provoke these people.

With her small body, she can't stand being hit twice by others.

However, from this incident, Jiang Xiaoxiao had a feeling that the old man seemed to be protecting her.

 Otherwise, there is no need. The old man would not let her, who was young and strong, carry the food in. The old man would have to go back and forth three times carrying the food while he was limping.

 She had to tell Brother Song later and let Song Moting think about what was going on.

　　Why is the old man so special to me? Why is this so wrong?

 Obviously those in the house were also satisfied with this morning's breakfast.

Having eaten and drank enough, it was a waste of time this morning.

Jiang Xiaoxiao and the others also had a simple breakfast. To put it bluntly, they each had a steamed bun and half a bowl of rice porridge.

But compared with the barbecue they used to eat, eating some food is quite comfortable.

 No one can bear it if he is asked to eat meat every day.

 (End of this chapter)