An old lady whispered in a strong accent: "Look at the white and fat flesh on this little lady's face, maybe it's the rich lady."

"You see her clothes, it's really strange. She's made her bag outside and wearing the pants that men wear. It's a bit funny..."

A woman was attracted by the movements in the village. She took a shovel and looked out. He Qiang's head was so conspicuous and exclaimed immediately:

"Are you a lay master? Or did you make a big mistake and give a kun punishment?"

Looking at He Qiang's evil image with a purple face, the woman was so scared that she retreated into the door and had already shot him into the ranks of the murderer.

Seeing the woman's reaction, the baby quickly explained:

"En Gong's hometown is unique, both men and women can shave their hair, so everyone doesn't have to be afraid!"

Hearing this, the vigilant villagers immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It's better if it's not a murderer.

However, I became curious again. Where is the customs in this place so unique? It’s okay for men to shave their hair, but how can women shave their hair?

If you look at Wang Shuyue's hair carefully, it seems that it is really not long. It is much shorter than the hair of these women with tied hair, and it is not as long as the children.

Mo Cheng glanced at her benefactor's expression, and saw that she was already a little irritated by the question, and hurriedly turned cold and shouted:

"Don't surround everyone, go home and have a meal!"

After saying that, he waved his long arms and swung his bare-butt egg-children who were blocking the fun in front of him and led Wang Shuyue and the others to walk towards the depths of the village.

The Mo family's house is built at the foot of the mountain, with a unique family and a distance from most residents in the village, which is quiet.

"Please, two benefactors!"

Mo Cheng pushed open the wooden door and made a gesture of inviting him.

Wang Shuyue and He Qiang nodded, walked in, and the first thing they saw was a wide courtyard.

Unlike other bamboo fences or wooden fences in homes, the Mo family's courtyard is surrounded by acres of bricks and looks much stronger.

However, the father and son lived at the foot of the mountain, and it was dangerous to lean on the mountain, and ordinary bamboo fences could not play a defensive role at all.

The soil in the yard is rammed firmly, and the ground is trampled hard, revealing luster and refreshing, which is much more comfortable than the dusty road surface in the village.

When I walked in, I saw three large rooms, with a living room and a dining room in the middle, and there were incense tables on it, and several tablets were enshrined on it.

On the left is the kitchen and the utility room, and on the right is the bedroom. Although the yard looks empty, it is neat.

It can be seen that the male owner is a good person to deal with.

Mo Cheng moved two stools out of the main hall, brushed away the ashes on it with his hands, and asked his two benefactors to sit down.

The baby obediently brought two bowls of water from the kitchen and shyly delivered it to Wang Shuyue.

"My benefactor, please drink water."

The boy only looked at Wang Shuyue. As for He Qiang, he did not treat him as his benefactor from the beginning, but just by the way.

"Thank you." Wang Shuyue put down the gun and took the water brought by the child.

I was really thirsty and drank it all in one gulp. When the baby saw that the bowl was empty, he immediately brought the whole pot over and carefully filled it for her.

The clay pot is not small, with a belly as big as a basketball. It is held in the arms of a baby and it seems that it may fall off at any time. Wang Shuyue hurriedly took the clay pot and placed it on the ground next to her.

"I'll fall myself, you can rest." Wang Shuyue smiled and pointed to the bench next to her.

He Qiang had already brought the water bowl to the kitchen and said he wanted to help Mo Cheng. After all, he wanted to make a living, so he was embarrassed to sit and wait for it to be ready.

What's more, this is another opportunity to get close to it, so how could He Qiang let it go?

Although I felt cold when I saw this backward village, what if? What if his treasure is still there?

So, the bench was empty.

The baby shook his head and did not sit, but just looked at Wang Shuyue. Seeing that she had no reaction, he moved to the sword that was taller than others. He looked at it with big eyes curiously, his eyes full of envy.

Wang Shuyue found out that the little guy's actions did not stop him, but just inserted the knife into the scabbard and reminded him with a smile:

"See, don't touch it."

When the little thought was discovered, the baby immediately blushed in embarrassment and nodded quickly: "Yeah!"

Wang Shuyue put down the bowl with a funny look, got up and went to the yard, and took out the corpse of the ferocious deer.

He shouted to the kitchen: "Uncle, I've made this monster and ate it!"

With a shout, he called out both men. Mo Cheng looked at Wang Shuyue in surprise, "My benefactor, this is not something you can do!"

The baby stood aside and watched, his eyes lit up, but when he heard his father's words, his eyes dimmed again, and he stood aside with a sensible voice without opening his mouth.

Before Wang Shuyue could say anything, He Qiang had already taken the knife from the kitchen and walked towards the deer, laughing:

"What's the point of being useless? Meat is for people to eat. Brother Mo, you cook this thing. Tell me which piece of meat is the best!"

Mo Cheng was helpless, "I really can't bear to leave this. A monster can sell thousands of spirit stones when brought to the town. If it is cut into part, it will not be less than thousands of spirit stones."

He Qiang looked at Wang Shuyue, "Yueyue, do you say you should eat it or not."

Wang Shuyue nodded, "Of course you can eat it! First cut the meat, bones, blood, tendons, and skin, pick it up separately, and sell it if you can sell it if you can't buy it, keep it yourself. I can use it even if I make a elixir, and it won't be wasted at all."

"My benefactor can still refine elixirs?" Mo Cheng asked in surprise.

Wang Shuyue smiled and nodded, "I understand the fur a little."

Mo Cheng's eyes when he looked at her instantly became different. He was just grateful, but now he has a little more respect in this gratitude.

Wang Shuyue doesn’t care about this. She is greedy and wants to eat meat!

"Uncle~" Wang Shuyue urged.

He Qiang didn't dare to starve this little ancestor. He blinked and showed his understanding. He spitted on his palm, sharpened his palm and took the knife toward the fierce deer.

Seeing that he couldn't stop it, Mo Cheng smiled bitterly and had to join.

He was originally a hunter, and his best choice was to snatch cramps, peel off the skin and bones. In addition, Wang Shuyue worked with him from time to time. In less than an hour, the three of them worked together to clean up the fierce deer.

This is a second-level monster with the fourth level of Qi training and the blood and flesh contain a lot of tyrannical spiritual power. Seeing that Mo Cheng was holding a basket of meat and preparing to stew it into the pot, He Qiang hurriedly drank him.

"What, what's wrong?" Mo Cheng's hand froze, and he guessed in his heart, was he reluctant to eat it?

He Qiang raised his hand and signaled him to wait first, and turned to the yard to ask Wang Shuyue, who showed his guns and knives to the child, asked:

"Yueyue, do you have to make a whole lot of impurities or something?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Shuyue put down the knife in her hand and turned around and replied: "Yes, don't you?"

He Qiang really doesn't know how to do it. He just knows how to do it, and he is completely confused about the specific operation.

"Come on the whole!" He Qiang greeted.

Wang Shuyue raised her eyebrows in surprise, and walked towards the kitchen while turning back to the little follower behind her: "Don't you deal with eating monster meat?"
Chapter completed!