Siheyuan: Arrest sticks at the beginning, awaken the god-level system

When picking up cow dung during the day, the stick has long been coveted by the metal harmonica in the hands of the sentry.

According to the saying in the alley, this kind of western harmonica is a rare commodity, and the supply and marketing cooperatives are also very few, so only those educated youths or college students can equip it. Bangjiu has long wanted to get one, but it is a pity that he has no chance.

Now, when the moon is dark and the wind is high, you can run along a harmonica while running away. Where else can you find such a beautiful thing.

Although the bastard, Stick Girdle, was young, he tiptoed towards the camp tent after eating his heart and leopard's courage.

There was a sound of even breathing in the camp, and the sentinel had obviously fallen asleep, only the crackling sound of the burning campfire.

Holding his breath, he opened the door of the camp tent, afraid of waking up the sentries inside, but fortunately he was thin and thin, so he squeezed in through a small gap.

The sentinel is about 20 years old, with a fine velvet beard growing on his upper lip. He is sleeping soundly with his back on his back at the moment. Obviously, he has no defense against the little thief, and the harmonica that he is obsessed with is also placed under the pillow. on the books.

Found it, it's here!
Although he is a veteran among them, it was the first time that Bang Geng stole something in front of the sentinel. He was unavoidably nervous, and even sweated a lot from his hands for a while.

The harmonica was exposed half of its body under the pillow, and the stick bent its waist and touched it in. Without making a sound, he put the harmonica into his arms, and finally, he didn't let go of the glasses.

The reason why the thief does not go empty is understood by the stick, a piano harmonica, a pair of myopia glasses, the stick forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and slowly retreated out of the tent.

Leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible and run to your own home. It will be too late when the sentry finds out that things have been stolen tomorrow.

After all, with so many children running away in one day, it is impossible to search from house to house, right?

Sticking his wishful thinking, even looking at the color of the sentinel, he was a little mocking: "As stupid as He Yuzhu, let me pick up cow dung? If it wasn't for the wrong time, I would put cow dung under your bed and let you accompany me." Sleep well, cow dung!"

As the saying goes, extreme joy begets sorrow, the wind is going smoothly on the stick, but how could this guy think that he still has a halo of bad luck on his head. After solving the spy problem during the day, Lu Yunsheng turned on the halo of bad luck on the stick again .

If he had been there, he would have noticed that the head of the stick was covered with thunderclouds and the wind was blowing, and the index of the halo of bad luck was already 99% tending to 100%.

Stick seems to have heard a bang in his mind, before he could react, he felt something hit him directly from the top of his head. When he could react, he found that it was the drowning bucket carried by the sentry.

Because the winter night is really too cold, the sentry specially prepared a wooden toilet to deal with his reincarnation. It just so happened that he had a stomachache tonight, which made his whole body a little weak. After drinking some hot water, he fell into a deep sleep past.

And the toilet full of filth was placed outside the exit of the tent, ready to be buried when he got up tomorrow.

Who would have thought that the bastard, Bang Geng, would sneak in in the middle of the night, and when he was about to leave, he accidentally kicked the wooden barrel down with his hind legs.

Grandma, what is this!
The dead soul of the stick was terrified, and he just wanted to stand up to avoid it, but the speed of the toilet falling down was too fast, and before the stick could react, he was directly buckled in the face by the toilet.

The excreted filth should be frozen by the wind and snow, but unfortunately, there is a bonfire in the camp, so the surrounding temperature is far lower than that in the wild, so that it can still remain a little sticky when it is buckled on the stick's face .

The disgusting smell almost suffocated the stick on the spot. He only felt that the inside of the neck, the sleeves, and even the mouth, nose and ears were full of watery things. Even the thick-skinned stick couldn't hold back. He vomited out with a cry.

In the icy and snowy world, his screams completely woke up the sentinel. The sentinel sat up alertly, thinking that he had encountered a wild wolf in the mountain or something, kicked the stick in the stomach in a daze, and then went to the pillow touching his glasses.

There was no way, his myopia was too high, and the bonfire was almost extinguished by something in the toilet, so it was really difficult to tell what was breaking in in a short time.

"Straight mother thief, how dare you kick the young master!"

Stick was already dizzy from the fumes, and then he was kicked so suddenly, he didn't care about his identity as a thief, so he cursed hard and just wanted to get up and run away.

But when he opened his mouth, his stomach seemed to be flapping in all directions like a violent wind and waves, and he was about to gag. It turned out that the filthy things flowed in along his lips.

vomit!Fuck, why does this smell stronger than cow dung?

Sticky tried hard to get rid of the dung bucket on his head, but he didn't care about the messy things on his head. For fear of being caught by the sentry, he ran into the snow with a harmonica and glasses in his arms, letting The guard shouted loudly behind him.

Such a big snowstorm, black and black, the sentry lost his glasses, and couldn't even distinguish the direction of the surrounding area. After chasing the smell for a while, he had no choice but to give up.

"Grandma's is also unlucky! It's only half a month since I started working, and it was stolen by thieves. It's really bad luck!"

The sentry returned to his tent angrily, and added some more firewood to the bonfire that was about to go out. When the light gradually brightened, he could clearly see the scene of dirt in the tent.

The smell of stinky socks and feces in the cramped space mixed together, making the young young smoker's tears and snot flow out together, and he almost spit out his dinner.

"Little thief, just wait, I'll drag you out tomorrow, and I'll make you use your tongue to lick the inside clean!"

A lucid dream was abruptly awakened by sticks, not only the eyes and harmonica were stolen, but also filthy things were made all over the tent, and there was no time to settle down.

The sentinel was itching with hatred, but he had to sleep in the middle of the night, so he had no choice but to squeeze towards the tents of the surrounding children. After asking three camps in a row, they were all full, until the tent he was in before he lifted the stick. At that time, there was a sound inside.

"Bang, didn't you hear me scolding you just now, did you? If you want to come in, hurry up and get in, you blow up so much, the cold wind really wants to freeze everyone to death, don't you?"

A few children who had just slept in the tent thought it was the bastard who had come back, and immediately scolded and chirped, but unexpectedly, the person who was scolded remained motionless and kept opening the tent door.

"I said, Bang, your skin is itchy... Uncle Sentinel! Is there something wrong with not sleeping in the middle of the night?"

Among the children, the taller one, the boy nicknamed Little Stone cursed and stood up, just about to grab the stick and beat him to the ground, but when he saw the appearance of the person coming, he froze in place.

"You mean? Just now there was a bastard named Stick Terrier who went out, didn't he? How long has he been out!"

The sentry guard's face was ashen, and he couldn't see any emotional fluctuations, but his cold tone made the little stone thorn in his back, and he explained everything clearly like pouring beans into a bamboo tube, and even walked half of the wowotou along with the stick when he left. The matter was also told.

"Great guy? Good boy! You wait for me tomorrow!"

Patiently listening to the ins and outs of the matter clearly, the sentry guard forcibly suppressed the urge to go crazy, and lay silently in the quilt that was still warm from the stick.

Only Xiao Shitou stared blankly at the sentinel, but he didn't realize it for a long time: "Is this a big sack for sticks?"