On the easternmost part of the house, there is a burning red fireplace, and the flames are jumping inside.

"Oh, Lao Geda is here. I haven't seen you for a long time. What do you want? I'll weigh you." The boss's wife is in her fifties, her limbs and torso are bloated. When she smiles, her cheeks are also bulging.

When Ji Mo saw her eyes, he remembered his own eyes.

I was disgusted with each other.

I couldn't help but feel sad again.

"Give me some rice."

The most important thing in front of you is to ensure that you don’t starve to death and have enough rice to eat. As for meat or vegetables, you don’t have to think too much about it.

Anyway, it would be useless to think about it.

"How do you think of this?" The boss's wife directly opened the brown rice bag and lived on the road. Who can't know who?

Japonica rice and fine rice are not something that Ji Mo can eat at all.

"How much?" Ji Mo seemed to be difficult to speak. Although his conditions were average in the first half of his life, he never looked at the price of rice. No matter how expensive rice was, he would not be unable to afford it. In the next two years, he was lying on the bed, his lower body was paralyzed, leaving only one neck to turn around. Life was worse than death, and he ate liquid food every day.

"One and two," the proprietress continued, "all from the doorstep, can I make you expensive."

"Okay, it's ten yuan."

Ten dollars are also called money to him?

It's so funny, then it's fate!

life!

It's fate!

People are poor and have short ambitions, and horses are thin and long hairs. Let's do it like this first.

The boss lady found a hemp rope woven bag, put some in it, and then measured the weight casually and said, "Press the scale, don't worry."

"Okay, thank you." He is a poor man now, and he has made many things difficult for him. Who can this woman be considered an old man?

Too lazy to argue.

"Let's go slowly." The boss lady greeted again.

The wind is cold.

He clamped his old jacket tighter.

Moving step by step in the snow, I heard a scream when I passed by the Chenghuang Temple.

He crawled into his head curiously. In the empty City God Temple, the City God occupied it. Next to it was a fire, and the chopping material was burning inside.

Next to the fire is a simple wooden bed that is wide for one person.

Lai San, who was holding a feces ball, was carrying a little white fox cub.

"Old Goat, eat meat." Lai San waved to him enthusiastically.

"Where did you catch it? Are you capable?"

Lai San and Ji Mo are also local natives. Both of their parents died. They had eaten a hundred families since they were in their thirties. They were still an old bachelor who was not doing their jobs and gradually became less popular among the people in the ancient town.

"An archaeological team came yesterday..." Lai San asked in a low voice, "You know, dozens of people, cars, trucks, and donkeys and horses. That formation is really not something that can be covered."

"No, I'm asking you where this fox comes from?" Ji Mo directly snatched the little fox in his hand, fearing that he would be bitten, so he directly sling his mouth.

"Watch the archaeological team entering Lao Linzi, I was curious and followed, but the fox rushed out and ran faster than the rabbit. I caught it directly. Do you think it's amazing?" Lai San said proudly.

"Awesome." Ji Mo was not surprised. Lai San had some skills at least, but he was still as good as he was now, which made people feel a little unbearable to look at him.

"Mi..." Lai San looked at Ji Mo's rice bag and said with a smile, "You make rice, I make meat, let's make a match?"

"Give it to me, the fox meat is not delicious." The other party was a stylistic style. In terms of arms and legs, Ji Mo was not, so he could only fool him, "I will make pork in a few days, so let's stew vermicelli."

"You think I'm stupid?" Lai San said angrily, "A little girl from the archaeological team gave me 20 yuan, but I didn't even give it to her."

"20 yuan?" Ji Mo's eyes lit up, "A big guy."

"20 yuan is considered a ball? If you have money, you have to spend your life," Lai San said hummingly. "The archaeological team asked me to be a guide and added me to 200 yuan. I was not happy. Can I like the twenty yuan?"

"Are you stupid? 200 yuan!" Ji Mo's heart became hot, and he was so angry that he couldn't make a steel path. "Where are the archaeological team members?"

"No one takes them in, so they naturally can't get in. They live in the hotel of Lao Tao."

"No, this cold weather is not an archaeological season?" Ji Mo Nahan said, "At least it's summer. There is no frozen soil layer, and everything is easy to dig."

Lai Sandao, "I thought so too, but after asking in detail, they were going to cross the Longdang River and continue to go north. The river had no bridges and no roads. Then they ran to the turfland ahead, and the sluggish swamps in summer. Whether it was people or machines, they had to fall into it. This season was just right, except for the thicker snow and the colder weather, there was nothing wrong with it."

"Crossing the Dragon Dang River?" Ji Mo scraped his stomach and finally remembered something.

After crossing the Longdang River, it is the legendary extreme north, and the sun will never set.

When he thought about it, it was probably the extreme day.

Lai San originally wanted to take back the fox while Ji Mo was not careful, but Ji Mo hugged him tightly and had to retract his hand and lit the dry tobacco. He said angrily, "From ancient times to the present, no one has returned after anyone who has crossed the Longdang River.

Maybe when I was in elementary school, some people who didn’t believe in evil broke in, and there were more than 70 people. One of them came back by luck, but they turned out to be blind.

That's miserable."

"Oh," Ji Mo finally tried to make a new life, and he extinguished his thoughts of making fun of his life. No matter what, the extreme cold alone was not something that a mortal like him could withstand, and there was no protective equipment. "Give you some rice, I'll take away the fox."

"Hey, what good things are you thinking about?" Lai San was unhappy, "This is what I caught! You damn..."

"A handsome guy called someone a true temperament, and an ugly guy called someone a no tutor." Ji Mo said angrily.

"I agreed to join us together. What's the matter with you?" Lai San smiled and said, "I can't stew it in a pot, and there is still plenty to eat at night."

"Stern brother, give it to me, do you think it's okay? Otherwise, I'll give you half of the rice." Ji Mo said kindly, "Give me some face?"

"Oh, it's just you kid, for the sake of growing up with your elder brother, I'll give you some face." Lai San picked up his enamel plate and poured rice from Ji Mo's rice bag.

"Oh, leave some for me." Ji Mo was anxious, this was the rhythm of trying to catch it all in one go.

He held the little fox in one hand and grabbed the rice bag with the other.

"Look at your stingy look, I still have wild boars and bacon, let alone my brother didn't take care of you." Lai San said.

"Do you have wine?" Ji Mo wanted to be warmer now. The weather was so cold that it was unreasonably cold.

"I won't take you to be so arrogant." Lai San frowned.

"You are my brother, so you can't take care of me." Ji Mo said with a smile.

Lai San pulled a glass bottle of more than one liter from the belly of the City God, and hesitated for a while and handed it to Ji Mo, "Save some drinks."

"Thank you, third brother, you're still a new quilt." Ji Mo knew that the origin was not right as soon as he guessed. He sat on his butt and half of the quilt was placed on his legs and covered it. He didn't care whether the bottle mouth was dirty or not, so he became stuffy.

The bitterness rushed straight into my forehead, and tears were about to come out.

After a while, my whole body was hot and warm.
Chapter completed!