Body shape has never limited people's imagination. Only poverty can limit imagination. Summit 23S.

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It is a normal idea for Gungun to want a hammock. After all, in addition to being a gourmet with extremely rich body language and never commenting on his body language, Gungun is also a seriously ill girl. For example, the pink bow given to Lord Gungun by a female hunter from the middle school.

And Gungun likes the round napkin (well, technically it's an apron with a cute pattern) that he wears every day before he is stretched out by his increasingly round body.

Qin Wuyong looked up at Master Gungun's round face at a 45-degree angle to ensure that tears would not fall, and his chest thumped loudly.

"Guaranteed to complete the task."

To express his determination, he even issued a bilingual military order.

"This is very ez, Wai Rui Xiao K Si!"

Between lies and small fortunes, normal people know how to choose.

Lord Gungun expressed great satisfaction, patted Qin Wuyong on the shoulder, and nailed him into the ground.

Just like this, Brother Wuyong's face, which is about to be covered with dust, still maintains a charming, elegant gentleman's smile.

The busty lady snorted coldly,

"Hypocritical male creature."

Xiao Xiao jumped up and squatted next to Qin Wuyong (after all, Brother Wuyong was only half of his body still on the ground), stretched out his hand to pull his cheek, his face was filled with envy and disbelief.

"Wow, why are you still laughing? I heard they said that big anchors can go to the research institute to apply for a patented technology to permanently fix emoticons on their faces. When you want to use them, just take out the pia and flick it on your face! That's it!

La! If I also know this skill, I will never be scolded by my father for being rude when I go to those boring dances! Teach me, teach me, teach me quickly!"

Qin Wuyong really wants to say, sister, come to my pit and experience it. I will teach you, know how to do it, and distribute it.

...

Lin Chou on the water looks calm and calm, but in fact he is miserable.

The air above the lake was damp and cool, attracting many almost colorless mosquitoes. They buzzed everywhere and rushed towards him in groups. The spirit of being unable to bite and lingering on the skin was disgusting.

There is no need to mention it, let alone the body, just hearing this sound makes me feel itchy mentally, not to mention that when it is slapped, a layer of mucus and small transparent wings will be stuck to the body and hands, like shiny fish scales.

The mosquitoes bring more moths, beetles, dragonflies, etc. that feed on them. At first glance, the lake is quite vibrant.

The aquatic plants in this lake are single and numerous. The slightly exposed aquatic plants look like some kind of delicious vegetables. But when Lin Chou looked at them with a real eye, he found that they were simply the aquatic roots of the strangler vine. These aquatic plants were

The lake is as densely dense as steel needles, making people shudder. Some even have fish skeletons strung on them. There are only some dark purple plants similar to wakame growing in the gaps where a few aquatic plants are not too dense, but they are very dense.

Unfortunately, Lin Chou tasted it and found it was poisonous.

There are many large snail shells growing at the bottom of the lake, and clusters of black fish fry burrow in and out of the bottom of the snail shells from time to time, seemingly looking for food. Schools of small fish like this can be seen everywhere.

The tails of these snails are very flat, and the overall color is yellowish brown. They are almost densely populated on the bottom of the water in an occupying manner. It seems that strangler vines and mountain catfish regard them as food.

"Lucky snail?"

Lin Chou disliked them and stopped looking at them. The meat was of average quality and always contained many inexplicable parasites, but now it seemed that their status as fish feed was stable.

What he was carrying was the mature body of a small underwater fish, the mountain catfish.

This mountain catfish is not a mountain catfish in the conventional sense, and is not the same fish as the "mountain catfish" commonly known in the southern region.

Technically speaking, burbot belongs to the order Gryllidae, family Codidae, and genus Burbot. Before the catastrophe, it only grew in the Ussuri River, Songhua River, Mudanjiang, Nenjiang River, Ergun River, Hailar River, and Hulunchi in China.

The southernmost part of the river basin does not exceed 40 degrees north latitude. Because its head is large and flat or approximately triangular, its body is covered with black or yellow spots, the front half is cylindrical and the back half is flat on the side, very similar to a catfish, so it is called a catfish.

Mountain catfish, but in fact, it is a type of cod.

The physical signs of the mountain catfish are relatively vague and are easily confused with other fish. The special point is that the liver of the mountain catfish accounts for a very large proportion of the body weight, usually reaching 10% of the body weight. It was also the cod used to make cod liver oil before the cataclysm.

The only freshwater fish in the family.

The liver of mountain catfish is very delicious, with almost no fishy smell, and the texture is delicate and even better than foie gras. So as you wish, although this thing was not eaten as a textbook before the catastrophe, it is also a rare species and is worldwide

One of the varieties developed for rescue in China.

Another embarrassing thing is that when mountain catfish are short of food, their first choice for food storage is the same kind. Even if there is sufficient food, they will find a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people in the group to eat and play with.

For example, frightened, water quality changes, temperature changes, or even boredom may cause cannibalism. Therefore, even under conscious protection before the catastrophe, the population of this thing does not seem to have increased.

Lin Chou had just tested the water temperature with his hands. The water in this lake was not even as cold as the stream in the mountain stream behind Yanhui Mountain. How could this cold-water fish, which has not been mutated and is extremely picky about the environment, grow so vigorously here?

"Quack, quack!"

There was a splashing sound from a clump of sharp water plants over there,

"Huh? There are also frogs?"

Lin Chou walked over and took a look, immediately dumbfounded.

On the surface of the water, a big bullfrog, which is longer than a human face, has its tongue swung out. There is a moth stuck to it, but it is hanging on the hard water plants. The tongue has been poked full of holes.

The bullfrog struggled to free itself in every possible way, and twitched its hind legs with its belly raised and a look of despair.

"Oh, it's at least six or seven pounds. It's perfect."

Lin Chou accepted the gifts unceremoniously and continued to search on the water.

The end result is a four-arm-long mountain catfish and three large bullfrogs. The lake may seem huge, but in fact there are very few formed ingredients.

Lin Chou murmured,

"Maybe the mountain catfish is too tasty..."

This fish is notoriously slow to eat.

After Lin Chou came ashore, Xiao Xiao immediately ran over,

"Wow, I want to eat fish... eh, toad?!"

Jumping up and down in fright.

"..."

Lin's face darkened, "This is a bullfrog."

"What an ugly toad!"

Lin Chou was speechless.

At this time, Qin Wuyong emerged from the grass with a sarcastic look and chicken feathers on his face. He picked the chicken feathers and said awkwardly,

"I found a group of chickens in that direction. They were neither pheasants nor hazel pheasants. They were ordinary domestic chickens before the cataclysm. Oh, they are called three-yellow chickens, right? But they seem to have mutated. The big roosters are as high as my waist, and there are dozens of them.

It's just that he ran so fast that I couldn't catch up..."

Qin Wuyong took off a bag made of grass and rattan from his back.

"But it's not in vain. I ransacked their house and got back a lot of eggs, which are fresh and hot. I'll go look for wild onions, leeks, wild garlic and the like. Scrambled eggs should be good."

Qin Wuyong put down the eggs and was about to leave, but Lin Chou suddenly stopped him.

"Wait, there's no need to look for it, it probably won't be needed."

"?"

Lin Chou licked her lips,

"These are eggs hatched by hens, ranging from 10 to 15 days old. You'd better call them live beads or hairy eggs."

Qin Wuyong’s eyes were shining brightly,

"I held a piece of grass. Brother Wuyong, didn't he fill up his luck points when he went out today? He's so lucky!"

The two men looked at each other, understanding each other tacitly.

Xiao Xiao looked confused,

"Live beads? Hatched ones? Do we want to eat the chicks inside?"

"To be precise, it's an embryo."

Xiao Xiao's face turned green, "So disgusting...so cruel..."

Qin Wuyong said righteously,

"Ziheche is still a medicinal material. What if we eat a live bead?"

Xiao Xiao blinked and said confusedly,

"Is the Zihe chariot a magical horse again?"

Barrage,

"Report to Miss Xiao Xiao, on a dark, moonless night, a woman abandoned her newborn baby and drove away in a carriage. After returning home, she carefully raised the baby's placenta and named it Brother Useless

, that abandoned baby is Zihe Che."

"Brother Wuyong, this story is purely YY. If there are any similarities, please copy the water meter upstairs."

Qin Wuyong waved his hand quite calmly,

"Hey, you guys can talk whatever you like. Do you know how much a three-yellow chicken in Base City costs now? More than seven hundred! Hey hey hey, these live beads... Tsk, tsk, tsk... Brother Wuyou, I'll be extravagant too!

Look, if you finish it in a while, my mouth will be worth 700 yuan! Hahahaha..."
To be continued...