Gu Qing was a little embarrassed.

He found that he had accidentally created some misunderstandings. Yesterday, Ding Erlang called his father purely the rules after fighting in his previous life.

As the so-called "a success, a king will lose, a bandit", the winner asks "whether to accept or not" is a process that must be followed. Most losers are very conscious of the current situation and say "worry", and then both sides will stop. Of course, there are also stubborn sayings "worry to accept". It doesn't matter. Fight for another 300 rounds until one of them says "worry".

In the rules of the game in the orphanage in the previous life, violence can solve most problems. Because there is no parent-child discipline, the orphans themselves formulate all the processes after violence. Singing "conquest" and calling "dad" are two must-do projects in the process.

Later, when he grew up, he left the orphanage to study and work, and there was no chance to use violent means again. Gu Qing almost forgot his fighting skills. It was not until yesterday that his skills were lit up again.

The winner is the father, and the loser is the son, which is natural. So after beating Ding Erlang, Gu Qing subconsciously brought this rule to this life.

But Gu Qing didn't expect that Song Gensheng was so aware of the current affairs. He caught Gu Qing's surprise and said a little confused by the sound of dad.

I treat you as my brother, but you plan to send me off...

After Gu Qing was stunned, he immediately showed a fatherly smile to Song Gensheng and nodded to show that he had received his sincerity.

If you don’t explain it, just misunderstand it, it’s too tiring to explain it.

At dusk, Song Gensheng looked at the sky, said goodbye to Gu Qing and went home.

Looking at Song Gensheng's thin and thin back, a little warmth rose in Gu Qing's heart.

After beating Ding Erlang yesterday, all the young men of the same age in the village were afraid of him and looked at him with fear from afar. Only Song Gensheng took the initiative to come up without hesitation and helped him home, and fetched water to wash his wounds.

Gu Qing knew that his predecessor must have a close relationship with Song Gensheng. Maybe he was his only friend in the village.

Try to treat him as well in the future, and the dad should not be waived.

For some reason, Gu Qing suddenly felt that his shoulders were taking on a responsibility, and it was hard to explain it. It might be fatherly love.

Strangely, the Ding brothers also called him, but Gu Qing did not want to be responsible for them at all, just like a scumbag father.

When his stomach was so hungry that he felt a little painful, Gu Qing realized that he should cook.

No father or mother, living alone in a humble room, you have to do everything yourself.

Gu Qing uncovered the small jar of rice stored at home and began to worry.

There is food at home, about one liter of millet, but the long-term sense of crisis tells Gu Qing that he can't eat this little grain for long. It's only August, and it's still early to harvest in the autumn. The amount of grain stored at home is probably not enough for a month. In other words, the food crisis is approaching.

What's even more excessive is that there is no vegetable in the family except for that little millet.

So, did people in the Tang Dynasty eat real food? There is nothing but food?

Gu Qing didn't quite understand the rules of the Tang Dynasty, so he felt very uncomfortable. No matter how poor he lived in his previous life, he had at least a small plate of pickles to eat. Unexpectedly, he was knocked to the bottom of his life by fate.

Standing in front of the house, Gu Qing paced back and forth, hesitating.

I really want to visit my neighbor's house and then explain my purpose after a nonsense greeting. I have rice today, who can borrow some meat?

It is still very feasible to do this. After all, I am just a little shameless when I take over the power of the new village tyrant. The name of the village tyrant is already LOW enough, so I can't really grab the eggs from the villagers' baskets, right?

It was getting dark, and Gu Qing felt that it was difficult for him to eat meat today, so he could only think of a solution tomorrow.

Carefully took out a handful of millet, washed it and filled it with water in the only broken pot at home. There was a lot of dry firewood on the stove, and the most undesirable thing in the mountain village was firewood.

After the rice was cooked, Gu Qing looked at a small bowl of steaming rice in front of him and sighed quietly.

How to eat this meal? It would be fine if there was no food, but even a small bowl of rice. No wonder I was thin and dry. If I met a bully like Ding Erlang in my previous life, I could only kneel on the ground and pinch Ding Erlang among the people who were begging him not to die. Not only did I get hurt in this life, I also made Ding Erlang jump back alive, and I dared to call helpers to take revenge the next day.

This is the difference in physical fitness.

Gu Qing decided to do something for his physical fitness starting tomorrow. Now he has nothing, and his only capital is his body.

In days when all entertainment activities, nightlife and even survival are in crisis, what motivation can support him to continue to live?

Of course it is a heart that wants to eat meat.

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The reason why mountain villages are called mountain villages is that they have mountains and villages.

Early the next morning, Gu Qing climbed up to a nameless short mountain next to the village, dug holes under a locust tree on the side of the mountain, and kept digging holes.

Song Gensheng stood behind him, his expression was complicated, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

Gu Qing buried his head in a relatively flat weed, digging a pit with a radius of one foot with bare hands, and laying sharpened wooden branches at the bottom of the pit as usual, and then carefully camouflage it.

Looking at the perfect big pit in front of him, Song Gensheng said carefully: "You... seem to be very good at digging pits?"

Gu Qing didn't raise his head and said, "I'm also good at carrying coffins, burying people, and decorating mourning halls. In short, I'm versatile, and your dad is in vain."

"Yes." Song Gensheng immediately became respectful and instantly got involved in that mysterious and high-end ceremony.

Gu Qing looked at him curiously: "Are you so afraid of me before?"

Song Gensheng hesitated for a moment and said, "I wasn't afraid before, but now I'm afraid."

"I'm afraid I'll beat you? I'm like beating Ding's Rat?"

The young man was a little bloody after all, and Song Gensheng immediately wanted to deny it, and showed a look of uncowardice like "I'm not afraid of you" or "I'm very beating". However, after seeing Gu Qing's face that was not visible, Song Gensheng still said in a very unscrupulous way: "Yes... I won't anger you."

Being so well-behaved that it makes people feel distressed.

Gu Qing smiled: "I won't beat you up, either."

Song Gensheng breathed a sigh of relief. His anxiety when facing Gu Qing in the past two days finally relieved a little. While he was a little braver, he also talked a little more.

"Can I ask...what are you digging another hole?"

Gu Qing sighed: "Being a trap, I am waiting for a bad little animal to step on the air, little rabbit, little deer, little bear, little chicken... Cough, any animal can do it anyway."

Song Gensheng suddenly realized: "So you want to hunt."

After hesitating for a moment, Song Gensheng said again: "But the pit you dug is too shallow and the walls of the cave are not smooth. Even if prey falls in, it will escape quickly."

Gu Qing's face froze. He was good at digging holes, but hunting... he was really not good at it. He had never done it in two lives.

"Is the prey here so smart? The pit I dug in front of my house yesterday, and even people were fooled. Can't I trap the prey?"

Song Gensheng explained: "That was because the Ding brothers didn't notice. They didn't expect you to be like this..."

“So mean?”

"No, so smart." Song Gensheng was obviously a chatty person.

Gu Qing looked at the unsuccessful pit in front of him, and felt frustrated, and then... for some reason he became stunned again.

Song Gensheng didn't say anything, and the two kept the strange quiet like this.

After a long time, Gu Qing murmured to himself: "The prey is not fooled, but the human being is fooled. In other words, the Ding brothers are not even as good as beasts?"

Song Gensheng was dull and then smiled bitterly: "You... are so sharp, really different from before."

Gu Qing was shocked: "Have I spoke just now?"

Song Gensheng gave him a positive look. Gu Qing was immediately confused. Why did he unconsciously say what he said when he was in a daze? I remember that he had no problem in his previous life. Has his soul not adapted to his current body yet?

Gu Qing sighed, buried his head and pulled out the wooden branches that were inserted into the pit, and continued to dig deeper into the pit.

"Why is it so difficult to eat meat?" Gu Qing sighed sadly.

Song Gensheng said: "There is a valley behind the village and a stone pond there. Now it is the season for fat fish and shrimps to grow. Why not try it there?"

Gu Qing looked at him with appreciation and realized that Song Gensheng is a very good friend. If the word "friend" can be upgraded like a game, he has quietly upgraded Song Gensheng from a stranger to a friend in his heart. There is still a gap between him and his real friend. He works hard to accumulate experience value and can be upgraded one more level before the end of the year.

"Stop and go. This pit still needs to be dug. You can't give up halfway through your work." Gu Qing buried his head in digging the pit, digging very seriously.

Song Gensheng also stepped forward to help. The two of them worked together to dig for a long time, and they stopped after digging about three feet deep.

They had to stop because they dug something different.

Gu Qing raised his hands, and his hands were pitch black, and he said in surprise: "What is this?"

Song Gensheng glanced at it and looked quite calm: "Graphite, also known as charcoal. In his early years, he heard from the old man in the village that there was graphite near Qingcheng Mountain, but it was useless."

Gu Qing stared at the dark hands with a strange expression and slowly said, "Have you read a book?"

Song Gensheng showed a proud look: "My grandfather taught me some when he was alive. He was the only person in the village who had read books."

“Have I read a book?”

"Of course you haven't read it. The only ones who have read in the village are my grandfather and I. My father hasn't read it. He said he is not a material for studying."
Chapter completed!