"You little brat, forget it if you don't take it, you won't be sure of giving you a chance." Yu Feifei snorted, stood up and put on her pants.

Then she looked at the forest with fear, "Xiaofan, what did you think was that just now?"

Song Xiaofan shook his head, "It's too dark and I can't see it, but that thing is likely to be a weasel."

weasel?

Yu Feifei shook her head, "How is that possible? That guy is more than two meters long."

Song Xiaofan smiled and said, "There is nothing that cannot happen in the primeval forest here." He walked over, picked up the defunct talisman on the ground, and then picked up a tuft of falling hair from the ground.

The yellow hair is indeed a weasel.

"Not good." Song Xiaofan frowned.

In their rural areas, there is a saying that weasels are Huang Taixian, and this thing cannot be provoked, otherwise it will be extremely revengeful.

Moreover, this guy grows so old that he is very likely to become a spirit. He hits the weasel with the pursuit talisman just now, and this guy will definitely take revenge.

"Xiaofan, what are you thinking?" Yu Feifei walked over.

Song Xiaofan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's okay, go back." Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly saw a plant under the crack of the stone, "Qituttus Corundum."

This thing has a very fishy smell, but the herbs have excellent medicinal properties and are helpful to his cultivation. It just so happened that he consumed a lot of spiritual energy today, and he also needed spiritual energy later. This thing just happened to improve his cultivation.

"Although it's a bit unlucky for Huang Daxian'er, it's a bit of a gain." Song Xiaofan muttered, picking Qittuynia cordata, and he said to Yu Feifei: "Let's go Yu Fei, Yan'er is still there."

He was worried that Wong Tai Sin would take revenge, so he might go to find Chen Yan'er.

Then the two walked down the mountain. Song Xiaofan walked fast along the way, but Yu Feifei walked slowly. She shouted from behind: "Song Xiaofan, go slowly, wait for me."

Song Xiaofan was helpless, so he walked over and said, "I'll carry you on my back."

Without saying a word, he directly carried Yu Feifei on his back, and suddenly there was a little strangeness behind him, and it felt very comfortable.

"Song Xiaofan, I didn't realize that you are thin and have a strong strength." Yu Feifei said with a smile.

Song Xiaofan smiled and said, "It's not necessarily that you're thin, you're bored. It's like some of you girls who look petite, but their development is not bad at all, just like you."

Yu Feifei was a little proud, "That was natural. When I was a child, my mother always asked me to drink milk, so the development was naturally not bad."

Song Xiaofan shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said nothing.

Soon he went down the mountain and came to the mountain road. At this time, Chen Yan'er was standing there and was waiting anxiously. When she saw Song Xiaofan finally coming, she hurried over, "Xiaofan, Feifei, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Song Xiaofan put down Yu Feifei and glanced around, "You, are you okay?"

Chen Yan'er shook her head and smiled bitterly, "Xiaofan, I'm fine."

"That's good, let's go home quickly." Song Xiaofan said, taking the two back to the village and took them to the door. He stared at Yu Feifei and said, "Yu Fei, if there is anything, come to me."

He was worried that Yu Fei would be bitten by a weasel.

The reason why the weasel was called Wong Tai Sin is that this guy is extremely revengeful, and once he is bitten by this guy, he is easily confused by the weasel, and hysteria occurs, which is like being caught in an evil spirit.

"What can I do?" Yu Fei wondered. Although she was held by a weasel, the guy was holding her clothes in his mouth.

Song Xiaofan nodded, "It's fine if it's okay."

Seeing Chen Yan'er and the others walking in, Song Xiaofan walked away. He did not go home, but came to the fish pond alone.

He was worried that the weasel would take revenge and what happened to his father.

Fortunately, nothing seemed to be wrong. Song Xiaofan walked over gently, and candles were lit in the dormitory.

A few days ago, he had already told the village that he wanted to pull the wires to the fish pond. Li Dagang was helping him with the problem. It was estimated that it would be enough in the next few days.

Instead of going in, he stood at the door and looked inside through the crack in the door.

My father was sitting by the bed, holding a cigarette pot in his mouth, smoking a cigarette. In the dim light, his father's old face made Song Xiaofan feel sad.

"We have finally grown up, but our parents are getting older." Song Xiaofan murmured, thinking that he must make more money to make his parents live a better life in his later years.

He stood at the door for a while and confirmed that nothing was wrong. Then he returned home.

My mother had already fallen asleep. Song Xiaofan closed the door and returned to his room. He did not sleep, but took out Qittuynia cordata to start practicing.

The next morning, Song Xiaofan slowly opened his eyes. The Qittuynia cordata had been refined by him. Although he did not replenish much spiritual energy, it could barely be used.

After getting up, he hurried to the fish pond. His father had already gotten up. At this time, Song Qingshan was cleaning the grass around the fish pond with a sickle.

"Dad, stop working, I'll do it." Song Xiaofan hurried forward.

Song Qingshan stopped, took off the tobacco pot from his mouth, knocked it on the upper part of his shoe a few times, and shook his head and said, "Okay, don't touch your hands, I'll do it."

Song Xiaofan smiled bitterly, and he could only follow behind and clean up the weeds cut behind him.

Song Xiaofan suddenly remembered that every time he used to break corn, he broke corn in front, and his father dug corn poles with a hoe behind.

When the weeds were collected, Song Xiaofan did not throw them away, but threw the grass into the fish pond.

Generally, some green grass is needed in fish ponds.

Although swordfish are expensive, they are somewhat similar to those of grass carp, that is, they sometimes eat green grass.

However, you should not throw too much grass into the fish pond. As the grass will cover the water surface, causing the fry to suffocate. In addition, green algae can easily form, which will pollute the water quality.

Song Qingshan might be really old. After cutting for a while, he held his waist and wanted to rest for a while. Song Xiaofan felt a little distressed when he saw it, "Dad, I'll do it."

"No." Song Qingshan waved his hand and picked up the sickle to continue cleaning.

More than half an hour later, several people in the village came to the fish pond one after another.

As soon as he saw Song Xiaofan and the others mowing the grass, a few people rushed over to help, and Song Qingshan finally took a break.

"Xiaofan, all these knife fish fry are alive." Chen Zhengshan looked into the fish pond with a look of surprise.

He thought that when he woke up in the morning, he would die of a knife fry, but now it seems that there is no such thing as this.

The other people were also shocked, and Yang Dagu said with a smile: "Xiaofan, look at this, that kid Li Kang will definitely lose in three days."

At this moment, some people in the village also came to see how Song Xiaofan's sword fry was. Some of them really care about it, while others were watching the fun.

As a result, everyone was shocked when they saw that the fish pond and the fish fry were safe and sound.

At this time, Li Kang was lying on a rocking chair in the village clinic, looking through his mobile phone and looking at some pictures of exposed women.

At this time, Li Erbao ran in panting.

"Uncle Erbao, how about it? That kid Song Xiaofan has died a lot of swordfish." Li Kang put down his cell phone and smiled confidently.
Chapter completed!