At dawn, the old man got up, and when he got up, he took pictures of all three of them.

"Get up, get up, go to work, don't say I didn't tell you, those people are not vegetarians. If you don't work, I'm afraid you won't have food to eat."

The old man went to turn on the fire, apparently to make breakfast.

But no one is looking forward to eating now.

Song Moting, Jiang Xiaoxiao, and Zhang Baocheng also got up, but no one went to wash their faces.

Everyone knows that the dirtier they are, the more protective they are. If you wash them clean, you will find that there are still a lot of doubts about them. Most villagers are not like them.

The villagers who are exposed to the wind and sun are wearing dark clothes.

Among the three of them, except for Zhang Baocheng, who was exposed to wind and sun all day long because he drove a tractor, he really looked like an out-and-out rural person.

Even if Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao were exposed, they were still different from the villagers. Their temperaments and facial features looked like those of educated youths who were intellectuals.

Especially if Jiang Xiaoxiao's face was clean, even if he was a boy, he would probably attract people's attention.

Song Moting asked the uncle clearly.

The three men entered the house, carried some prey, and went directly outside the hut.

Peel the skin inside the house, and when the blood smears, the smell will become even worse.

And I went to ask Ma Laosan from yesterday for two daggers. If I don’t have any knives, how will they skin them then?

When Ma Laosan gave them the knife, he looked at them specially.

It seems that people are also worried about what kind of weapons they are given and whether there will be any accidents.

Not only that, Ma Laosan also asked two young men to stand directly at the door with shotguns, watching them.

I just want to see if they are playing any tricks.

If you want to play any tricks, just shoot.

Song Moting didn't want Jiang Xiaoxiao to go out.

But there is no reason.

The heavy snowfall was exactly as they expected, and it hasn't stopped yet.

Fortunately, there is no wind this time, so it is not too cold if the prey is placed outside.

It's okay for two people to work, but Jiang Xiaoxiao doesn't know how to do this kind of skinning work.

Song Moting was never willing to let his wife do this.

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the two young men who were staring at the three of them with unkind eyes, and hurriedly went to help.

Even if she couldn't stand such bloody scenes anymore, she still had to pretend now.

Otherwise, it would be even worse if the clues were discovered. At this moment, a voice came from the old man's room.

"That little boy, come here and peel potatoes for me."

Jiang Xiaoxiao agreed, "Hey! Here we come!"

What a coincidence?

Song Moting was completely relieved and started peeling the skin. Both of them had done this job before, so they were familiar with it.

Soon, a piece of skin was peeled off, and the guard inside saw that they were indeed people doing this kind of work. Looking at their proficiency, they knew that they were villagers who often hunted in the mountains, otherwise they would not have such a skill.

, I felt relieved.

Ma Laosan took a look and saw that they were having sex outside the window, shook his head and went back.

They are really unlucky.

It was two months ago that I met this old man.

When I went up the mountain, I saw this old beggar in a weed nest. I originally thought that the old beggar would at least have someone to cook with him. Who knew the cooking skills of this old beggar?

It's really annoying.

But none of them know how to cook, and the food is always half-cooked, worse than the old man's.

At least the old man still cooked the rice.

Although it tastes bad, it is better than eating their half-cooked and raw rice and always getting diarrhea.

At this moment, he actually met three more hunters who had knocked on the door.

This skill saves them a lot of trouble.

They are not just for the meat, they are just for the skins and the things on these animals.

If you can bring these things back, who would have the patience to bring back such heavy meat?

Of course, you still have to pick out some good ones and take them back. It’s cold here anyway, so they won’t go bad if you leave them here.

Jiang Xiaoxiao walked into the house. The old man had already pointed at the pile of potatoes and motioned for her to peel them.

Jiang Xiaoxiao started peeling potatoes seriously there. In fact, according to her, she knew how to cook and her skills were very good.

Even if you let these people know that you can cook, it will only conceal your identity even more and treat them differently.

But Jiang Xiaoxiao had a suspicion that the old man seemed to be protecting himself from yesterday to today, intentionally or unintentionally, even though he looked extremely indifferent to everyone.

The problem is that she has an inexplicable feeling that this old man seems to be special to her, but she still doesn't understand why.

The two people have never met, and they don't know each other at all. Why would the old man protect himself?

Is Jiang Xiaoxiao confused, or is this old man just retreating in order to advance, trying to get inside and gain their trust?

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't dare to tell the truth to others easily, let alone reveal his identity, even if this old man was really protecting him.

The reason why I said I couldn't cook was because I was worried that if these people found out that they knew how to cook, this old man would also be a poor and innocent person.

You might actually be abandoned by these people.

The abandonment of these people is not just throwing away, it will kill people.

By then she would really have done something outrageous.

It's better to eat unpalatable food than harm others.

Besides, until she understands the final situation, whatever she does is wrong, and she might as well do nothing.

The old man prepared rice and cooked a pot of rice porridge early in the morning.

Plus yesterday's steamed buns were warmed up.

The old man had a good day today. He fried potatoes and shredded potatoes. Although it was still tasteless and tasteless, compared to yesterday's boiled vegetables, this fried shredded potatoes was obviously much more popular.

The old man didn't even let Jiang Xiaoxiao bring the food in. The old man brought the food in himself.

Let Jiang Xiaoxiao wash the pots and dishes, clear the stove, chop wood and fetch water.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was too happy to go in.

It's better to be busy here than to go in and wait on those people. Those few people don't look like good people. They just beat Zhang Baocheng yesterday.

If you go in by yourself, you can't guarantee that you won't provoke these people.

With her small body, she can't stand being hit twice by others.

However, from this incident, Jiang Xiaoxiao had a feeling that the old man seemed to be protecting her.

Otherwise, there was no need. The old man wouldn't let her, who was young and strong, carry the food in. The old man would have to go back and forth three times while carrying the food while he was limping.

After a while, she had to tell Brother Song and let Song Moting think about what was going on.

Why is the old man so special to me? Why is this so wrong?

Apparently those in the house were also satisfied with this morning's breakfast.

Eat and drink enough, this morning it was a waste of time.

Jiang Xiaoxiao and the others also had a simple breakfast. To put it bluntly, they each had a steamed bun and half a bowl of rice porridge.

But compared to the barbecue they used to eat, it was quite comfortable to eat some food.
Chapter completed!