The village owner was not finding a stone like a knife. He was a little anxious and said, "Where is a stone like a knife? Use it to cut off the snake's head to peel the snake's skin?"

The soldier looked around and saw many stones of all sizes, all of which were not as sharp as a sword. He said, "The village owner took a angular and angular one and smashed the snake's head down with the angular ones."

The village owner said, "That's all, I'll find a angular one."

The soldier glanced at the snake, thinking about its roasted appearance.

A knife-like stone is not easy to find, and there are many edges and corners. The village owner found a pair of hands and brought it like a head. The village owner put the stone on the ground and said, "Look for a big stone as a cutting board. If you smash the snake's head on the ground, wouldn't it stick a pile of soil to the snake's flesh?"

The village owner went to search for the big stone. The soldier looked at the snake and said to himself: "The village owner roasted the snake and gave me a piece to eat."

There are large stones in the forest, which are mostly buried in the soil or too large. The village owner wants to find a flat stone, such as the bowels of a barrel. It is not easy to find such large stones. The village owner searched for a circle and finally found a half flat stone.

This stone is like a vegetable pier, square and round. The village owner used all his strength to lift it up.

The stone sank, and the village owner carried it a few steps before throwing it to the ground.

"Ah." The village owner wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The soldier saw it and said, "My village master, how about you, please help me?"

The village owner said, "You go and get some dry firewood, roast the snakes, and then set up a rack for roasting snakes."

"Yes, the village master!" The soldiers looked around and immediately went to find Ganchai.

The stone sinks, and the village owner used all his strength to lift it several times before lifting it to the dead snake.

When the village owner lifted the stone to the side of the dead snake, he let go and smashed the stone to the ground, smashing the ground into a pit that was as big as a person's feet.

"It's heavy enough." The village owner looked at Dashi, and sweat dripped from his face between his feet and his feet.

After watching for a while, the village owner straightened the stone, grabbed a handful of grass, and wiped the dust on the stone surface clean.

The snake's brain had been smashed. The village owner was worried that the snake was not dead yet, so he picked up the stick and waved nearly ten sticks on the snake's head. The village owner picked up the snake, and the snake deformed with the movement like a rope.

"If this snake does not die, it will be a ghost." The village owner threw the wooden stick and bravely went over to grab the snake's tail and pulled it. The snake was elastic like a cow tendon.

The village owner pulled the snake's head to the stone of Rucaidunzi, threw it away the snake's tail, picked up the angular stone with both hands, squatted to the edges and corners, and smashed the snake's head less than an inch behind it. After a few seconds, he broke the snake's head, with only some flesh connected, like the root of threads connected.

The village owner looked for a small branch beside him and shaved the snake's head with his body.

The village owner looked at the snake's head and said, "The snake's venomous snake teeth should all be on the head. Although this head is like mud, it is not poisonous." The village owner did not know whether this snake was venomous or not, so he just thought it was venomous.

The village owner picked up the long stick and picked the snake's head next to a shovel-like stone. He supported the stone with a stick and moved the snake's head to the depression of the stone. He threw the stick and lifted the stone, covering the snake's head so angry that it was not clear.

The village main character plays a thug and says, "Safety is the best."

The soldier went to search for dry firewood, and found a dry wood and a pile of dry branches. He said, "The firewood is coming."

The village owner was peeling the snake's skin and looked at it, saying, "It's not enough to get some more."

The soldier placed Ganchai beside the village owner and said, "My village owner, I'll get some more."

The soldier walked two steps and turned around and said, "My village master, the younger one will help you work. When the snake is cooked, I will give it to the younger one for a while. Isn't the younger one tired?"

The village owner said: "Work, let me give you a piece of it after work."

"Okay, the village master can divide it into one section, and he is more energetic to work hard." The soldier smiled and went around looking for dry firewood.

The snake flesh was smooth and the skin was difficult to peel. The village owner peeled it a few times, only less than an inch long.

"It's hard to peel it like this." The village owner looked at the trees around him and saw that a small branch was more suitable. He carried the snake with his head broken and walked to the appropriate small branch, pressed the snake flesh on the branch, pressed the branch into the snake flesh, and the branch passed through the snake flesh and exposed his head.

The village owner pressed the button and let the snake flesh stick to the tree.

The snake hung on the tree, dragged its tail on the ground, and the village owner grabbed the snake's skin with both hands and pulled it down.

The village owner had not cut the snake's skin before, and he didn't know how to break the hole in the snake's skin's abdomen, so he could pull it down. How did he pull it down? He pulled it down in a circle and pulled it down.

How could this snake flesh resist his pulling so much? Before the snake's skin was pulled off, the flesh was pulled away by him and fell off the tree branch.

The snake skin had been pulled down a little, and the village owner pressed the snake flesh on the branch, peeled it a few times, and finally peeled off all the snake skin.

The village owner held the snake skin in one hand and the snake flesh in the other hand. He returned to the stone vegetable pier, put the snake skin and snake flesh on the grass, and then went to find a suitable wooden stick branch to make a rack for roasting snakes.

The village owner picked up the dry firewood found by the soldiers and didn't know how to make the rack of roasted snakes. It was not that he didn't know how to do it, but he didn't know how to do it for a while.

The village owner sat on the grass and first passed the steps to make the shelf in his mind. Not only did the steps to make the shelf in his mind, but the village owner passed the steps to make the shelf in his mind, how to burn the fire, how much to roast the snake, and how long it takes to eat the snake, all passed from beginning to end in his mind.

The village owner passed these things in his mind, beat the thugs, stood up, looked at the dry firewood and other places, and said, "First set up the rack, put some dry firewood, find something to wear with snake meat, and just roast it."

The village owner took the dry branches and started to build a snake rack. He kidnapped the rack without a rope, and only used the appropriate dry branches to insert it on the ground. He inserted three sticks diagonally on this side and three sticks diagonally on the other side. The two brackets of the rack were made.

After the two brackets were made, the village owner threw the dry firewood into the middle of the bracket.

After throwing away the dried firewood, the village owner looked at the dried firewood and said, "This time, we should find a long stick for wearing snakes."

This stick is not easy to find, it must be pointed and thin, so that it can be easy to penetrate the snake. The village owner looked around and looked at the shrubs less than one person tall to see if there were any suitable ones for wearing the snake.

The village owner walked towards a bush more than twenty steps away. The bush looked thin and long from a distance, and looked full of thorns. The village owner walked to the bush and said, "This wood is good, thin and long. As long as you put all the thorns down, you can penetrate the snake."

The village owner reached out and pulled it carefully. The wood was very resilient and was not easy to break. The village owner pulled it a few times, but the wood was not damaged.

The village owner looked at the wood and said, "I'll take the long stick and beat it around in a row. Not only will it knock off the thorn, but it will also discount you."

After talking, the village owner went back to get the snake-picking stick.

The village owner took a stick, came to the bush, held a stick in both hands, and beat the bush. The village owner beat more than a dozen sticks, and many of the thorns were knocked out, and one that was not suitable was discounted.
Chapter completed!