AWB Chapter 324: Loach: Little Sly Guy (1)
Chapter 324: Loach: Little Sly Guy (1)
ヾ(。￣□￣)?゜゜゜
Bad morning~
I, Wang Defa, the 58th generation, was born in a pool of mud.
Yes, just like the long worm sucked into the belly of the wet nurse sheep in my previous life, I am now a loach, as long as my little finger.
Young, but looks old.
There are five pairs of whiskers around the mouth, and I don’t know what they are for?!
The mud was so turbid that nothing could be seen.
ヾ(?｀Д′?)
The oxygen content at the bottom of the mud is extremely low, causing the loach to feel chest tightness, dizziness, and a feeling of suffocation.
Fortunately, there was a slightly larger creature of its kind around, and it twisted its body and rushed to the surface of the water.
I followed suit, opened my naturally restricted little mouth, took a big breath of oxygen, and sank back into the water.
The tails of the same kind were swinging continuously, and a series of dense small bubbles appeared in the water.
me too.
Loaches have strong survival abilities and have no difficulty breathing through their intestines.
[Puff, puff, puff—]
The living fart king.
The silt was stirred up, and if you didn't dig it carefully, you wouldn't be able to find the countless living things underneath.
What a vibrant scene.
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It was already evening, and there was still a hint of sunset glow in the western sky.
The red is tinged with pink, like the delicate face of a young girl.
Well, if there is morning glow, don’t go out, but if there is evening glow, you can travel thousands of miles. Tomorrow will definitely be a good day.
In a place where Loach couldn't see, people in twos and threes began to pack up and prepare to set up tents.
God knows how these young people like to feed mosquitoes outdoors.
Feeding a tiger with one's own body is a great virtue!
(The author squatted in front of the computer late at night, rolled up his mosquito-proof pants, and looked at the seven new red envelopes on his legs, lost in thought... Mosquito-proof pants ≈ IQ tax, right?!)
Night fell almost instantly, and the red clouds in the sky turned into faint starry sky.
【Wow, the stars are winking at me! 】
The little girl held her round face in her hands, with stars reflected in her eyes.
The middle-aged man next to her patted the girl's head lovingly and swallowed his disappointing words.
This is nothing. When he was a child, growing up in the countryside for ten years, the stars were much brighter than they are now.
[Lanlan, look! Fireflies!]
The little girl was waved away by her good friend, and the old father's gesture of touching the dog's head fell in vain. He drew his head back as if nothing had happened, with the soft touch still left on his palm.
[Alas, my daughter has grown up, and daddy is no longer so nice to her. We play together at school all day, and we have to spend the rare weekend together...]
The curly-haired woman who came out of the tent heard her husband's mumbling and smiled.
[You are jealous of girls too?! Tsk tsk, husband, you must have been a jealous person in your previous life, you are so jealous! ]
On the other side, there are real fireflies, their yellowish fluorescence flickering, which is more eye-catching than the hard-to-touch stars in the sky.
In the blink of an eye, there were six or seven similar-looking girls, and in the middle, there was a little boy with a crew cut.
Most of the little girls looked curious and didn't do anything.
The little kid was not polite at all. He stretched out his two hands, and someone pulled him from behind, but still couldn't stop him.
Fortunately, from the curve of his hand, one could guess that he was not going to slap the firefly to death.
The area chosen for setting up the tent was an open space, surrounded by a circle of not very tall weeds and trees.
The little kid failed to hit the target with his attack, but instead startled the timid firefly, which flew into the bushes.
[Hey, don't run, I won't beat you to death! ]
Firefly: If you tell me to stop, I will stop? No way!
The little kid was being stared at by everyone, so he straightened his chest, completely forgetting his fear of the dark grass, and dived into it.
The little girls looked at each other, wanting to see the twinkling fireflies again, but not wanting the fireflies to be really caught by the little kid.
There is a [plop] sound.
It was the sound of a heavy object suddenly falling into the water.
The adults who were listening not far away heard it and rushed over immediately.
I peeled off the wet grass leaves, layer by layer. The edges of the grass leaves were sharp and thorny, and they cut my hands.
The little kid sat in the puddle in a funny posture, the water just reaching his chest.
The man pulled the little kid out of the water. His tentacles were slippery and covered in mud, and he couldn't help but show a look of disgust on his face.
Wang Defa, the loach: Did this child eat beef fried with onions or pancakes with green onions at night? Right? Right?! Ugh…
The gastrointestinal tract is an emotional organ. If you are too excited or scared, it will speed up peristalsis and cause retching or farting.
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The little kid was frightened and farted continuously.
The muddy pool seemed to be in an uproar, churning and churning, making quite a noise.
[Eh? There are fish in the water? But we are full, let’s catch them tomorrow! Anyway, the pond is so small, and they don’t have long legs and can’t run…]
The little kid was taken to an empty corner on the other side to be washed clean. He pursed his lips and did not raise his head, for fear of seeing the disappointed eyes of the young ladies.
Little girls: Huh?! We didn’t. There’s more than just one firefly. We found many more! Don’t catch them. Let them fly freely. They are so beautiful!
Twelve tents stood in the open space, and before the night got deep, snoring sounds could be heard one after another.
Insects and frogs chirped in the bushes. A curious little animal circled around the tent, but was startled by the person rolling over and fled backwards.
Only mosquitoes benefited, and they specifically targeted fair and tender little girls. The little boy slept in the same tent with his father, and the stinky feet in the tent could not be dissipated and almost fermented.
Mosquitoes: PM2.5 concentration is seriously exceeding the standard and is poisonous. Please stay away.
When daybreak came, fog rose in the distance and near, and the first little kid who came out of the tent thought he had arrived in fairyland.
He ran out barefoot, looked back at the other tents and saw no movement, so he finally felt at ease and took off his pants.
【Whoosh whoosh——】
My goodness! He had been holding it in all night and his bladder was about to explode. Even though he was not fully awake, he still got up groggily to relieve himself.
It was like a floodgate opened, and dandelions flew all over me.
(ノ^o^)ノ
Dandelion: Thanks to nature...ah, no, the little twolegs for the gift.
The little kid quickly crawled back to take a nap. When he woke up, the adults had already gone to the pond with various tools to catch fish.
[Wow, they are all wild loaches. I haven’t eaten them for many years. The loaches bought from the market are big, but they don’t smell good no matter how you cook them. They don’t have the loach flavor…]
The little girls were chattering. The slippery loaches looked like little snakes, but they didn't dare to catch them.
【Dad is awesome! 】
【Dad, I want to eat fried fish rings! 】
[Lanlan, what is a circle fish? ]
[Silly, loach turns into circles after frying, it tastes so good! ]
Wang Defa, who was buried in the mud and refused to show his head, expressed despair - these people actually used vegetable baskets to sift the mud... Is it really okay to kill them all like this? I didn't know there were so many friends around me.
The more the merrier.
A small muddy pond was dug into a deep pit in just over an hour.
Water is water, all put into buckets and carried to nearby to water the trees and grass.
Mud is mud. There is a pile of sifted mud on the left, which is rolled into balls by several boys and thrown at each other. The little girls are watching with eager eyes, wanting to play but not daring to, for fear of dirtying their flowery skirts.
Several men who knew how to cook took the loaches to the river to clean them, gutted them, removed the internal organs, and cleaned them inside and out.
A few wild ducks were originally far away, but they swam up unconsciously following the smell of loach intestines that were thrown aside.
Wang Defa, who twisted madly but could not avoid being stabbed, looked up at the sky in despair.
A wild duck with blinking green eyes flapped its wings and flew down from the tree, casting a shadow.
【Ga----】
Loach, dead!