The sound of a cricket was heard again, but it was the little cricket that went away and came back. Not only did it come back, it also took the opportunity to bite the flaccid earlobe, which made it bleed. I had seen mosquitoes suck blood, but this was the first time a cricket sucked blood.
See how big the world is and how amazing it is.
His good intentions actually brought him evil retribution. Immortal Zhang was so angry that he raised his foot and wanted to trample it to death, but after thinking about it, he put the cricket in with a discarded mineral water bottle. Death may not be the best punishment, but losing freedom is.
yes.
I am so unlucky that even a small insect dares to bully me. If a tiger doesn't show off its power, do you really think I'm a sick cat? I sentence you to life imprisonment and deprivation of political rights for life.
Hi! Why am I so kind!
Suddenly, he felt the fire source stone become slightly hot. Zhang Chi was startled. The first thing he thought of was that an enemy was following him.
Listening carefully, there was no other movement except the sound of wind and rain. Tracing back to the source, it turned out that the more than 100 firepower points absorbed by the fire source stone just came from this cricket. If it were a human being, these 100 firepower points would not be unusual.
But coming from an insect is unusual.
On some levels, firepower is directly proportional to combat effectiveness, and this firepower represents its resentment and dissatisfaction with itself.
The crickets stopped chirping immediately after being caught, and Immortal Zhang was finally purified and fell asleep again amidst the heavy night rain.
However, it is easy to wake up from a good dream. Not long after sleeping, I was awakened by the movement outside. The rain had stopped, and the light beam outside was shaking, which should be the light from the flashlight.
Zhang Chi hurriedly sat up. What he was most worried about now was that the kidnappers were following him. Logically speaking, that wouldn't be the case. After all, he had already escaped so far, but everything was just in case, so it was better to be careful.
The bonfire nearby had been extinguished. Zhang Chi picked up the shotgun and went to the window to look out.
But he saw two more figures outside. The two people were wearing raincoats and miner's lamps on their heads. They came straight to the main hall. One of them said: "Xiao Wang, do you smell the incense?"
"Old Song, how is it possible? This Puyun Temple has been abandoned for decades, and no one except the two of us would offer incense to the Buddha." Xiao Wang's voice was broken by the wind and rain.
The one known as Lao Song sniffed hard. He was sure there was the smell of fireworks in the air and whispered: "There must be someone." The two of them shined lights on the hall at the same time, and Lao Song said loudly: "Is there anyone?"
Zhang Chi did not feel any hostility from the two of them, ruling out the possibility that they were kidnappers. He guessed that these two people should be locals who came to take shelter from the rain. It was a good thing to meet them. Maybe he could find a way out through them.
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After Zhang Chi considered it, he hid the shotgun and responded: "Yes!"
Lao Song and his companions were stunned for a moment, and then walked in. Lao Song illuminated Zhang Chi with a beam of light. He deliberately lowered the beam to avoid shining on Zhang Chi's face, which was also out of politeness.
Old Song asked: "Insect friends?" There are many insect friends who come into the mountains to catch crickets this season. Old Song and the others are, so they ask this question. If they hadn't known that this temple had been abandoned for many years, they would most likely have relaxed.
Become a monk in a temple.
Zhang Chi nodded, and returned to the extinguished bonfire. While lighting the fire, he carefully paid attention to the actions of the two Lao Song. Although he did not feel the hostility between the two, without knowing each other, everything was still the same.
It's better to be careful.
Lao Song and his companion Xiao Wang came over to help. Their equipment was not advanced but it was complete. They carried a cassette stove with automatic ignition. With their help, they quickly rekindled the bonfire.
Lao Song and Xiao Wang took off their raincoats. Through their introduction, Zhang Chi knew that they went into the mountains specifically to catch insects. They encountered a heavy rain on the way, so they came here to take shelter.
Old Song looked at Zhang Chi and said, "Brother, you are brave enough to go into the mountains alone. There are many wild beasts, snakes and insects on this mountain."
Zhang Chi said with a smile: "I'm not alone. I came here with six friends. I got separated from them on the way. We got caught in heavy rain and lost my way. Fortunately, I came across this ruined temple. I was going to wait until dawn and the rain stopped.
Find a way."
He lies so readily that his IQ, which is just one step short of a genius, cannot be denied.
Xiao Wang said: "You don't look like a bug catcher."
Each industry has its own equipment, and people in the industry can tell it at a glance.
Zhang Chi said: "I just came here to join in the fun..." Before he could finish his words, the cricket in the mineral water bottle started chirping.
When Lao Song and Xiao Wang heard the sound of insects, they looked over at the same time. When they saw the mineral water bottle, they burst out laughing. In their opinion, Zhang Chi was an absolute amateur. How could he use a mineral water bottle to hold crickets? Such a thing
Those who are either amateurs or idiots.
The meeting was destined to happen. Xiao Wang stewed a pot of dried bamboo shoots and roasted bacon in the cassette stove, and invited Zhang Chi to eat together.
Immortal Zhang had not eaten formally for a few days, and his mouth watered when he smelled the aroma of dried bamboo shoots and roasted meat.
Naturally, he declined the warm invitation. He took the pancakes handed over by Lao Song, rolled them into salt beans, and ate them with the fragrant dried bamboo shoots and roasted pork.
As his body grows, his need for nutrients has become unprecedentedly strong.
Lao Song was a discerning person, and he could tell at a glance that this kid was very hungry, but he didn't have much suspicion about Zhang Chi. After all, he was just a young man, and his appearance didn't look like he was a treacherous person. It was hard to say whether he was a bug catcher or not.
, but he must have gotten lost.
Xiao Wang was quite curious about Zhang Chi's cricket, so he came over to have a look. It was better not to look at it, but he couldn't help but laugh when he saw it.
This cricket has a small head and a small brain, green and yellow teeth, two-color teeth, plaster-stained wings, and a slender raised tail. It shows signs of malnutrition from beginning to end. I wouldn't even look at it, let alone catch it.
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Xiao Wang said: "Little brother, what are you going to do with this little cricket?" He even felt that calling it its scientific name was an insult to the cricket.
Zhang Chi can't always say that he caught this cricket because it bit his ear and sucked his blood.
After all, he just told people that he was also a bug friend. Since he said that, he had to stick to his character as a bug friend. He smiled and said, "Of course it's just for fun."
Xiao Wang wanted to say that he should throw it away. No one wanted the money for this cricket, but Lao Song stopped him with his eyes. Everyone took advantage of it. The most taboo among insect friends is to attack and slander each other.
Whether a cricket is good or not doesn't depend on appearances, it has to be fought with real swords and guns. Lao Song didn't like Zhang Chi's worm, but they are all worms, so there is no need to speak too harshly.
He is an expert in this field. He comes to the mountains to catch insects every year at the beginning of autumn. This is not only a hobby, but also mainly for economic reasons. If he can catch good insects during the insect season from the beginning of autumn to Bailu, he can sell them for a high price.
The family lived comfortably for a whole year.
As more and more people play with insects, the price of good crickets has also risen. Last year, the most expensive cricket was sold for 150,000 yuan at the songbug trading market. Driven by profits, more and more people are entering this industry.
What follows is fierce competition among peers.
In the past, Lao Song rarely went into the mountains to catch insects. He could catch good-quality crickets in the farmland gullies in his hometown. But now that it is the insect season, there are simply more insect catchers than insects in his hometown.
At night, insect catchers wearing miner's lamps can be seen everywhere in the fields.
Overcrowding is a secondary factor, but more importantly, environmental changes. The large-scale use of pesticides and chemical fertilizers has seriously affected the living environment of songbirds while increasing agricultural output.
In recent years, both the production and quality of songworms have been declining year by year. What flourishes must inevitably decline, and it is estimated that the good times will not last for a few more years.
It was under such circumstances that Lao Song chose to go into the mountains to catch insects to avoid the noisy insect-catching army. He was not the first, and he would not be the last.
Because of the rain, Lao Song and Xiao Wang's harvest this time was not rich. They searched in the ravines for two days and two nights. The one hundred small bamboo tubes they brought with them were only half filled until now, and
The quality is average.
The old Song Dynasty's relaxed cricket glanced at it and said: "Little brother, this bottle of yours is not good. The cricket in it probably won't survive tomorrow morning."
Zhang Chi looked down and saw that the cricket was motionless in the bottle. After shaking the bottle, its tentacles were still moving, but it was listless and obviously lacked vitality, as if it was about to die at any moment.
Lao Song handed him a bamboo tube and taught Zhang Chi to pound the crickets into the bamboo tube.
Lao Song was a warm-hearted person and offered Zhang Chi to leave with them. They could take Zhang Chi to the Shidian Song Chong Trading Market. There was a long-distance bus station next to it, and Zhang Chi could go home from there.
Immortal Zhang was good at observing people's words, and he was already talkative, so he quickly became familiar with Old Song Xiaowang. To be cautious, he still insisted that he came into the mountains to catch insects, and he still had to have reservations before he was completely out of danger.
You should only speak a few words to someone when you meet them, but don't treat them all the same. This guy's scheming is far beyond his biological age.
After the heavy rain stopped the next day, the three of them left Puyun Temple together. With Lao Song as an experienced guide to lead the way, Zhang Chi naturally no longer had to worry about getting lost. This place was far away from the Long Kiln where they were previously imprisoned. The kidnappers estimated that
He won't pursue you too hard.
They set off at nine o'clock in the morning and had left this vast forest at four o'clock in the afternoon.
Standing on the hillside, Zhang Chi looked at the small town under the sun from a distance, and he was very excited. After hiding in the mountains for a few days, he finally returned to the world without any danger. He felt a little excited in his heart, but also
I have found the feeling of being demoted to the human world just now, and living is better than anything else.
The biggest gain from being tied up this time was that his Bone Cleansing Pill finally took effect. In just three days, his height increased by about ten centimeters.
He also roughly estimated that Xiao Wang claimed to be 1.75 meters tall and felt that he was currently stronger than him. The growth was mainly concentrated in the legs. The pants that were originally a good length have now become cropped pants, exposing two ankles.
It's very eye-catching, as if the clothes were ripped off someone else's body.
