I walk the career line in dog blood

An Yinong froze for a moment, then looked over but saw nothing.

He no longer knew what to say, this feeling was both weird and surprising.The only thing that can be confirmed is that that existence has goodwill towards him.

He tried hard to recall, pulling out the memory and distinguishing it frame by frame: "Is it the one by the bridge?" He has been here for so long, and he has only done this one thing that can be called a good deed.

The wind hummed in the valley, but no one responded.

"I don't know who you are, I want to thank you." He put his hands together and said to the valley.

After calming down a bit, An Yinong walked inside, and he saw a large area of ​​kudzu. If he dug out the roots and made kudzu root powder, it would be worth at least one to twenty catties.

In addition, he followed the bees and found a hollow tree trunk that had long been used as a nest by bees, and it was full of fan-shaped honeycombs.

"Is this a gift from nature?" An Yinong's eyes glowed green.

On that day, he just dug up part of the kudzu root, and picked a lot of green persimmons that were not yet ripe.

The next day he came with gauze caps, pots, sickles, etc., and took away countless honeycombs, honey, and bee pupae, and left a hive for the bees where the queen bee lived.

As long as the queen bee is still there, the bee population is still there.An Yinong blessed the queen bee and kept her healthy.

He brought back the bee pupae and roasted them, and separated the honeycomb and honey into two jars.

An Yinong, who has never eaten insects and insects, is the first time to eat this kind of high-protein food: "First locusts, then bee pupae, maybe you can try roasted cicada pupae and fried scorpions in the future."

Sprinkle with salt, it smells so fragrant that the system next door is crying.

When he came back on the third day, he carried a bucket of water, plucked all the fruits from the persimmon tree, and poured a whole bucket of water on the persimmon tree.As for Pueraria lobata, one-fifth is reserved for reproduction, and the rest are dug away.

You can't eat more kudzu root powder, but no matter what, it is better than bark and Guanyin soil.

After the things were moved back, An Yinong bought incense sticks and wrapped a piece of rice cake in paper.He found the unnamed grave that had been erected before on the dry river.

An Yinong rummaged around in the village, but no one told him who had drowned in the river, so he still didn't know the name of this person.

"I didn't believe it before, but now I have to."

Three lit incense sticks were placed on the grave, and a paper bag was placed next to it, which contained a multigrain cake and a persimmon.An Yinong bowed and left.

He didn't notice that after he turned around, the three sticks of incense suddenly burned wildly, burning to the roots in the blink of an eye.The smoke from the incense sticks floated into the air, vaguely blowing out the appearance of a smiling woman.

An Yinong went home to deal with the persimmons.

The persimmon tree is really a life-saving tree for the poor. In times of famine, this tree brought hope to countless people, and now it also brings hope to An Yinong.

Green persimmons can be peeled to make persimmons, and ripe persimmons can be eaten by themselves or sold, although they can’t be sold for much money.

But honey and beeswax were valuable. After dealing with the persimmons, he pushed his family's wheelbarrow to the county.The county is very far from their village. They set off at [-] or [-] o'clock and arrive at [-] or [-] o'clock. All the way through, the shoes are worn out.

But if you bring things to the county, you can sell them for a few cents more.

The county is bigger than the town, and the gates of the city are tall and flat, but looking around, the situation of ordinary residents here is no better than that of the town.

Their clothes are brighter than those in the town, their faces are still sallow, and they have to touch their stomachs from time to time.

Even there are no less beggars here than in the town.They were all huddled in a corner, or lay dying on the ground, or stretched out a pair of black hands when they saw people, like scars in the county town.

Looking at those skinny beggars, An Yinong seemed to be starving to death in a few months.

This famine affected more than just a village, a town or a county. The people who fled the famine were killed and injured, and the people left behind also had their own sorrows.

After asking passers-by, he ran to the street where the nobles lived, and shouted 'sell honey, fresh honey' from the back door.I yelled all morning and no one answered.

Just when he was thirsty and began to hesitate whether to sell the restaurant, a family finally opened the door.

"Honey seller, come here."

An Yinong walked over immediately: "My lord, this is the pure honey of flowers. I found it after climbing many mountain roads."

"Let me check, it's not mixed with syrup, right?"

"Where can it be?" An Yinong opened the jar and scooped up some with a wooden spoon, "You have a taste? A person like you has used many good things. How can I lie to you with bad things?"

He smiled, and he couldn't find any trace of a modern singer who was once sought after by thousands of people. He was completely an ordinary ancient boy who was running around for a living.

The system was so sad that it turned its back: its host should have stood on the stage, shining brightly.

An Yinong, who has always been able to afford it and put it down, doesn't think it's a big deal, he is still selling his honey.

Two and a half catties of honey were finally sold for three and a half taels of silver. The manager saw that his honey was good, and said with a smile that Baihua honey could be used as a snack. It happened that the young master had no appetite recently.

At that moment, his mood was a little bit complicated. He was living here, but others were still picky about the quality of life.

However, An Yinong quickly calmed down, and with three and a half coins, he couldn't hide a smile on his face: With this extra money, there will be an extra layer of security in the future.

An Yinong went to buy grain, and the price of grain has risen again. Previously, one tael of silver could buy sixty catties, but now two taels of silver can buy fifty catties. There are miscellaneous grains and old grains.

As the supply was still in short supply, An Yinong was almost squeezed out by the people who bought the grain.

As for the beeswax, he sold it to the pharmacy, and directly exchanged it for various pills and ointments.

On the way back, An Yinong happened to meet a fur merchant from the north who was selling furs, so he bought some worthless sheepskin scraps and a piece of gray rabbit skin with a tael of silver.

They are all pieces of fur and fur. Rabbit skin can be used as a hat, the small sheepskin can be made into a vest and knee pads, and the two large pieces can be used to make a pair of snow boots.He also asked the merchant for some leather ropes, which are most suitable for sewing leather clothes.

Pushing the wheelbarrow back along the path, An Yinong deliberately waited for a while until it was dark before entering the village, and then unloaded the grain and leather.

He took out the bag given by the village head, scooped about five catties of broken rice, and returned the food to the village head in the dark: "I was lucky yesterday, and I met a swarm of bees. This is for you."

The village head looked at the five catties of broken rice: "It's too much."

"Not much, the food my uncle borrowed helped me a lot." An Yinong handed the bag containing the food to the village chief's daughter-in-law, "Just take it, the child will eat too."

Everyone in the room watched eagerly, and the village chief also knew that the family was running out of food, so he accepted it.

He patted An Yinong on the shoulder: "Don't talk about the honey thing, someone's house was stolen in the village today, and more than ten catties of noodles were stolen, but no one was caught."

Now the situation is getting worse and worse, the village chief sighed: "At first we all hoped that the new grain would come down, but now... hey."

When An Yinong returned home, before he could take off his coat and catch his breath, Mary sent an invitation to heal the parrot whose wings were injured at home.He was hungry, so naturally he agreed without hesitation.

He went to the farm that had never changed except for the environment.In the living room, a cockatoo with a piece of its wing cut off was tilting its head to look at him.

An Yinong stretched out his hand to masturbate, but was dodged away.

He didn't care either, and put a 'health halo' on the cockatoo, but it didn't work.It was only then that An Yinong remembered that his halo of health could only heal small wounds, and there was nothing to do with this kind of mutilated limbs.

"Hmm..." He thought for a while, cleaned the tips of the shaved wings, plucked some of the feathers, and then asked Mary for a needle and thread, which he sewed by hand after soaking in alcohol.

The immobilized parrot cursed loudly, but the cruel An Yinong remained unmoved.I don't know if it's the role of the gold finger, he doesn't have the sense of reality of sewing animal limbs, although there will be blood when the needle passes through.

After it was all sewn up, he experimented with the 'Health Halo'.

At this time, there was only a sound of 'ding', and a very mechanical voice came out: the health halo has been upgraded, it has been upgraded to a 'healing halo', and the 'beautiful halo' is unlocked at the same time.

Can this thing be upgraded?An Yinong subconsciously used the 'healing halo' on the broken wing. The light flickered on the parrot's wound. After three seconds, the cotton thread fell, and the wound was no longer visible at the joint of the wing. The parrot itself stopped calling. He tilted his head to look at his wings.

"Except for the plucked feathers, it's no different from before." The enhanced 'healing aura' can be called a miracle.

Driven by curiosity, An Yinong also used a "beautiful halo" on the parrot. The feathers on the wound of the cockatoo grew in the wind, and soon became full, and the color of the overall feathers was much brighter.

"Wow, my Lilith has not only fully recovered, but has also become more beautiful." The owner Mary was very satisfied, and she excitedly hugged the parrot and kissed it.

In order to thank An Yinong, today's dinner was particularly rich. In addition to his own food, he also brought a paper bag of baguettes, weighing about two catties.

But the biggest surprise today is still the upgraded 'Healing Halo'.

In order to test its effect, An Yinong found a knife, and cruelly cut a three centimeter long wound on his arm.

"Hiss." Blood flowed down immediately.

Enduring the pain, he used the 'healing halo', the light flowed on the wound, the pain was relieved, and finally disappeared.After the light passed, the wound on the arm was gone, leaving only a little blood.

An Yinong looked at it, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then raised again.

The famine situation became more and more serious, and more and more people entered the mountain. As a result, a group of people alarmed the wild boar herd in the mountain. The hungry wild boar went down the mountain and rushed into Tianjia Village.

Seven ran down, three were killed, and four escaped.The villagers injured seven people, but fortunately, they were all flesh wounds, and two days of nursing would be enough.

Hearing that a wild boar was killed, the villagers ran out of their homes to watch.

The wild boars on the ground are also very thin, but no matter how thin they are, they still have tens of catties of meat.The wild boar hunters gathered around the dead pigs, as happy as they were celebrating Chinese New Year.

"Those who beat the pigs will share the best meat, and others can also share some offal and bones." The village chief made this decision, and no one thought it was wrong.

"Wait!" A dozen thugs with machetes came suddenly, followed by a thin middle-aged man, "These wild boars ran down the mountain, is that mountain our family's mountain? Then this pig, It's our pig."