[BL] I Focus on My Career In Dog Blood Plots

Chapter 49-50

Chapter 49

The wind blew through the quiet valley, only the rustling sound of the grass and trees being blown, mixed with the sound of insects flapping their wings. An Yinong clenched the hoe in his hand, not daring to take it lightly.

The laughter just now was very close, as if it was right next to him, but there were only muddy puddles and sparse weeds next to him, not to mention people, not even cats could hide.

"Xiao Qi," he shouted to the system, "is there something wrong with this world? I seem to hear someone laughing." 

The system immediately inquired: "No. Is it the sound of the wind blowing through the grass, the host's footman already?"

Is he over-hearted?

The dubious An Yinong lowered his head and continued tossing the turtle, but this time he set aside a distraction outside, as long as there was a slight movement, he would look up.

Not caring about the mud on his body, An Yinong put the turtle into the bamboo basket, feeling it was inappropriate, and put a withered yellow grass blade under his head, and then put the turtle in.

After the joy of the harvest passed, An Yinong was fooled by the wonderful feeling just now.

"There's really something," he pondered, "is it the side ability of that 'mermaid bloodline'?" If the affinity of this aquatic creature can help him find food, it would be great.

An Yinong felt that he should give it a try, so he started to wander around the pool, but after a while he had this feeling of 'coming goods' again. Walking and digging in the direction, seven or eight mussels were fished out, and even fish were dug out of the silt.

This afternoon, he turned the big pond in the Gourd Pond and harvested a total of three turtles, more than 20 large river mussels and a dozen small fish. These harvests filled the bamboo baskets, and he covered them with dead branches and leaves for cover.

"I can't hold it." He tried it, and the weight of fifty or sixty pounds almost didn't overwhelm him.

With a sigh of relief, An Yinong carried the fifty-six-pound bamboo basket on his shoulders and stepped on a shoe print.

"I'll come back tomorrow." He looked back at Xiaotan, his eyes full of reluctance.

Only the first half of this valley has been explored by human beings, and it is a secret area if it goes deeper. Maybe there are other good things there?

An Yinong carried 50 to 60 kilograms of things on his back, and walked for more than half an hour before returning home. The original owner's biological father was not there, but the good nephew was there, leaning against the door, stretching his neck, and squinting behind him. turn up the bamboo basket.

An Yinong waved his hoe to scare back his cheap cousin, who was secretly miserable by Mian Tianxin.

He left the bamboo basket and the turtle under the bed in his room, and was going to take it to the town tomorrow to exchange some food.

An Yinong rested on the stool for a long time, his shoulders were still sore even with the 'health halo' applied.

He will not deal with these harvests until he has enough rest. He kept the turtles, half of the mussels and fish to eat by himself, and brought the rest to the village chief's house.

The little mouse was still probing his brain, but seeing that he locked the door of the room, there was nothing he could do.

"Xiwazi, you're really, really kind." The village chief's wife kept wiping her hands, ignorantly taking it, and embarrassed. In this season when most people start to eat bran, these mussels and fish have different meanings.