Quick Transmigration: Losing All Standing and Reputation - Chapter 122

[Chapter 122 Falling into the mortal world (3)]

Song, however, guessed that the little hunter still wanted to kill him a little, so he pondered for a moment and said he wanted a wild boar. Song took his bow, arrow and dagger, and asked, “You use this to fight wild boars?”

Wild boars are not fake pigs, they are very ferocious, and it is impossible for a small hunter to catch wild boars without even taking a knife.

The little hunter’s face was mostly covered by the beard, but Song couldn’t see his guilty conscience from his face, but when Song stared at him like this, the little hunter said, “My wild boar is the best, you If you don’t want to kill the wild boar, you can kill anything else.”

Seeing the little hunter admitting counsel, Song didn’t mean to be aggressive, but said: “Since your wild boar is delicious, then we will catch the wild boar.” The

little hunter was forced to follow Song Que joined a team and had to go to the mountains to hunt wild boars. Proposing to catch wild boars is actually a temptation. The little hunter has practiced three-nine and three-fu in summer since he was a child. If he wants to hunt wild boars alone, it is difficult to get out of his body, but Song agreed so readily, and the kung fu is probably higher than he thought. Some.

The little hunter wanted to persuade Song to give up the idea, but the wild boar, which usually does not appear very often, suddenly appeared and charged towards the two with its fangs outstretched.

The little hunter was in a hurry, turned around and was about to run. He had no weapons on his body. It was absolutely stupid to fight a wild boar with his bare hands. He couldn’t die here.

Song said to the system with a heavy heart: “I feel very sorry for this wild boar.”

Then the wild boar that slashed with a palm only had one breath left, and it was pitiful that it didn’t even have time to bark, and only a faint hum was left.

System: “…” While the

little hunter was busy climbing the tree to keep his safety, Song took a few steps back, drew his bow and arrows, and fired three arrows, all of which plunged deep into the wild boar’s body, and then stepped forward. What long daggers and short daggers are pierced upwards, trying to create a scene of normal death.

Then he said to the little hunter who had just climbed the tree: “You come down, young man, are you coming to resist?”

The little hunter didn’t believe his ears, looked back suspiciously, and settled on the tree in surprise. It wasn’t until Song but urged him again that he quickly descended the tree with his hands and feet.

Although Song Que’s identity is still unclear, the little hunter can basically determine that he is not the one sent by the imperial court to arrest him. Little Orion blushed a little, knowing that his behavior of running away as soon as he pulled his legs was too unscrupulous, he could never be called a gentleman, and violated the family style of the Mu family. But now that the Mu family is gone, if he is here too, Sister Wan and Sister Qing will have to wait to die. Thinking of this, Mu Wushuang’s mood sank again. What capital does he have to talk about family traditions and family training, and what ability does he have to be a gentleman?

Because of the unkind behavior just now, Mu Wushuang didn’t refute Song Que’s instructions, and silently stepped forward and carried the wild boar’s body.

This wild boar is much heavier than an adult man. Although Mu Wushuang is tall, in fact, he has not yet reached the age of his crown. He gritted his teeth and carried the wild boar up, taking every step very deep.

Song was knocking on his back, and with a slight wave of his hand, Mu Wushuang’s clenched teeth loosened a little. He hesitated to stop and put the wild boar on the ground. He didn’t see a piece of meat missing, so he frowned and lifted the pig again, but the ease was not fake.

Mu Wushuang couldn’t figure it out, but the strange things that happened today were not one or two. He didn’t force himself to think about it. It’s getting late, and the two sisters will worry if they don’t go back.

Mu Wushuang said to Song Que, “I don’t know how to call him a young hero?”

The skill of killing wild boars made Mu Wushuang think that Song Que was a strong martial artist.

Song Que did not correct it, and said generously: “My surname is Song, and I have only one name. How do you address Xiaoyou?”

Mu Wushuang paused and said, “Brother Song called me Xiaowu, because there are still sisters in my family, such as today. It’s late, you have to speed up your pace and trouble Big Brother Song to follow me.”

Song nodded, “Of course, Xiao Wu, you don’t need to worry about me, just follow your pace as soon as possible.”

After Mu Wushuang heard it, he knew what Song had meant to let him go, so he used his true energy and strode forward. Song actually fell behind him not far or near, looking romantic and free of embarrassment.

Mu Wushuang lived in a wooden house with a courtyard at the foot of the mountain. The fence around the courtyard was very strong, and the top was full of sharp branches.

Standing at the door, he could faintly see the light inside, and Mu Wushuang blew a long whistle at the door. After a while, the door opened slightly, and a small head stuck out. It was a girl of eight or nine years old. She was beautiful and lovely, even her thin eyes were a little protruding, which looked pitiful.

The girl ran over to open the door for the two of them, but when she saw Song, she hid behind her brother, and was startled by the arrow stuck in the big wild boar. Mu Wushuang

laughed loudly and said, “Jiu’er, go in and let Xiao Qi clean up and then boil the hot water. We have guests tonight.”

He looked at Mu Wushuang hesitantly when he said the invitation, as if he didn’t know why he made such a decision.

Mu Wushuang said: “This is what Big Brother Song called. We cooked it tonight and have a good meal.”

Jiu’er then moved, turned and ran into the house.

Mu Wushuang was going to cook the wild boar first in the courtyard, but Song did not rush into the house, but followed Mu Wushuang to see how he handled the wild boar.

Mu Wushuang’s movements are not smooth. He has never dealt with such a big wild boar before. Most of the time he hunted some small wild animals. This is the first time he has dealt with such a big one, but there are still some basic attempts.

Mu Wushuang took down the bows and arrows from the wild boar, he had already put away the dagger, and now the wild boar is clean. Mu Wushuang was about to tie the four hooves of the wild boar to a stick, but Song rolled up his sleeves and came to help. He was still like a celestial immortal one second, but now he is a mortal man.

The two worked together to hang the wild boar on a stick with its hooves up and back down. Mu Wushuang took a basin to bleed the pig, and the blood flowed into the basin. Song, however, glanced at the pot and thought about how to make it more delicious, but Mu Wushuang misunderstood.

Mu Wushuang seemed to feel a little embarrassed and explained: “Pig blood can also be made into food, maybe it’s a bit cheap to eat…”

He didn’t know that pig blood and pig water can also be cooked into food before. But when I was too hungry, I knew it.

Song Que’s eyes were slightly curved, as if with a smile, and said: “There are only good and bad food when it comes to food, how come there are so many distinctions between noble and low?”

Mu Wushuang paused for a while, then smiled: “You are right, yes I’m too persistent.”

After receiving the pig’s blood, Mu Wushuang took the pot into it, and then carried a large bucket of boiled hot water out. At the end, it’s time to pluck the hair. Song did not stand stupidly the whole time. Seeing that there were extra tools, he plucked up the pig’s hair with him carelessly.

Song Que said: “I don’t have much appetite, but I have some interest in cooking. If you don’t mind the trouble, you don’t need to cook a lot for me, just make a few more dishes to open my eyes. The rest Meat is a thank you, you can do whatever you like with it.”

Mu Wushuang was stunned and nodded at him.

Song But as if remembering something, he untied the burden behind his back, handed it to Mu Wushuang, and said, “I’ll use these for cooking today.”

Here are all the ones that he brought back when he moved randomly before. condiment.

Mu Wushuang frowned slightly and wanted to refuse, but Song said: “I just want to eat a delicious meal, and I don’t want to give you these precious babies. You have to give them back to me when they are finished.”

Mu Wushuang frowned. Wushuang then responded, as if he suddenly thought of something, he raised his head abruptly, and said to Song Que a little embarrassedly: “My craftsmanship is average, I just eat it well.”

Song Que said: “I’m not good at cooking, I only know one or two things. If you don’t care, we’ll do it. Anyway, this game is naturally a fresh word, and we don’t need to show it off.”

Mu Wushuang smiled. , chopped off the pig’s head, but said to Song: “If that’s the case, then I’ll do it. I don’t know anything else, but I guess this stewed pig’s head is something that Brother Song has never seen before.”

Stewed pig’s head is not very elegant. The dishes that don’t come to the table are all messed up by people who can’t afford meat. But with Song Jue’s previous words, Mu Wushuang no longer cares whether the dish is “cheap” or not.

Song was really interested.

Seeing Song was interested, Mu Wushuang was happy. He could sense that Song had a vague intention to help them, which made him want to do something to repay.

Mu Wushuang washed the pig’s head first, then carried the pig’s head into the house, startling Jiu’er again, running straight to Song Que, bumping the person.

Song Que looked down at the little girl, and heard another girl’s voice from the side: “Brother Song, I’m sorry, Jiu’er moved a little better and bumped into you.”

Song Que looked around and saw a girl A very weak girl, she looks about fifteen or sixteen years old, and her facial features should be very outstanding, but because she is too thin, she looks slender and loses her complexion. Thinking about it, she is the little seven in Mu Wushuang’s mouth.

But Song nodded to Miss Qi and said, “You don’t have to worry about Miss Seven.”

When he turned around and walked towards the kitchen, he heard Miss Seven coughing a few times. Although she quickly covered her mouth with a handkerchief, she was still able to I heard some faintly.

When Song Que went in, Mu Wushuang had just put the pig’s head out of the pot, picked up a jar of wine and poured it into it, but Song Que could smell the aroma of the wine from a few meters away.

Song asked, “What kind of wine is this?”

Mu Wushuang smiled and said, “I have some wine made by myself?”

Song smiled but said nothing.

Mu Wushuang acquiesced to the bento, and picked up an unopened jar of Chao Song from the ground but threw it away. Song Que took it in his hands, but Mu Wushuang didn’t even see how he opened the package, and he saw that he raised his head and poured the wine into his mouth, his lips were not touching his mouth, and the wine was clear, all of which had entered Song Que’s throat, and not a single drop had followed. Chin droops.

Song, however, knew what to do. He only drank a little and fell down the wine jar, but he didn’t drink much wine. The alcohol content doesn’t seem to be high. Apart from the pungency of the alcohol itself, the sweet taste accounts for most of it.

Song Que covered the jar and threw it back to Mu Wushuang, reminding him, “Next.”

Mu Wushuang didn’t have enough wine in one jar, so he put the jar opened by Song Que down, and he didn’t forget to ask Song Que this. How does the wine taste.

Song Que naturally praised again and again. He noticed that the ingredients in Mu Wushuang’s kitchen were indeed limited, so he scattered the burden on one side of the table.

While Mu Wushuang was putting the green onions in the pot, Song opened the spice packet, took it to Mu Wushuang, and asked, “Do you recognize this?

” Cinnamon bark and fragrant leaves.”

Song nodded and said, “It’s these three top-quality stews.”

After that, Song put down three coins and star anises, some fragrant leaves, and a few pieces of hard cinnamon. The wine mixed with spices and green onions was heated, gradually bubbling, making a gurgle, and simmering the pig’s head in the pot.

[End of This Chapter]