Chapter 138 The bright moon and the clear spring are on
the outskirts of Luocheng, in the woods beside the stream.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.
The clear stream flows under the moonlight. The stream is gurgling and crystal clear, and the scattered pebbles lie quietly under the stream.
A fawn with spots on its fur and no horns came bounding to the stream. It was a hot summer day and the weather was hot. This fawn was cautious and did not dare to come to drink water rashly during the day. It had to wait until the dead of night to drink water. Only then did he dare to come out and drink some water from the stream.
Everything around was silent.
Only the chirping of insects sounded intermittently.
The deer propped up its four legs on the edge of the stream, its erect ears rotating vigilantly, detecting the surrounding movements like a radar. It lowered its head, dipped its lips into the stream water, and began to sip greedily.
At this moment, the deer suddenly tasted something unusual. It raised its head alertly and looked around. Then it no longer cared about drinking water and spread its hooves and ran towards the depths of the jungle.
And on the clear stream, I saw a trace of blood winding in the stream, like a long snake, stretching endlessly.
At the end of the long snake, a young man in black was washing a knife on a big rock by the stream.
The blood came from the knife.
Next to him was lying a colorful tiger, but at this moment, the tiger's chin had been cut open by the sharp knife, and blood was flowing out of the blood vessels in the chin, and then flowed into the stream.
"Little brother, little brother." Behind the boy, a younger child's voice said. The boy did not look back, but quietly waited for the tiger to bleed.
This tiger has been dead for almost a day, and the weather is hot in summer. If it is not bled, it will stink and rot.
"Yeah." Fang Bie agreed softly.
"Found them all?" Fang Bie asked coldly. As he asked, he took out the knife and continued to expand the tiger's jaw and cut it open all the way from the abdomen.
"Found it." The speaker was an unkempt little beggar. He looked to be in his early ten years, maybe younger than the Dragon Boat Festival. His face was covered with dust, but his dark eyes looked alert and bright in the moonlight.
"The young lady took the two outsiders to the Hongxiu Courtyard."
"The black boy and the woman from the Western Regions got into an uninhabited house." "
The adults from the six doors also entered the Luocheng government office."
"But it seems that there is no movement from the government yet."
While Fang Bie nodded, he already used the short knife in his hand to cut open the fur on the tiger's abdomen all the way to the tail vertebra, and then carefully peeled off the fur on the four legs.
The young man used the knife like a butcher undressing an ox. The blade easily swam through the membrane between flesh and fur, like a fish swimming in water, without any hindrance. However, the fur was neatly separated from the body, revealing the tangled muscles and tendons underneath. pulse.
"Well done." Fang Bie quietly praised.
As he said this, Fang Bie easily peeled off the astonishingly large tiger skin completely. He did not move. Even the most skilled butcher would find it difficult to compare with him.
The little beggar stood aside, watching Fang Bing's movements without any surprise or any expression.
It seemed that everything Fang Bu did was something he was accustomed to.
"Then what should we do next?" asked the little beggar.
"Don't worry about it, I have my own arrangements." Fang Bie said quietly.
The little beggar nodded, and then asked, "Then can I go?"
"Wait a minute," Fang Bie said.
The little beggar stood there quietly, watching to avoid cutting and deboning the tiger very quickly. He carefully shaved off all the large pieces of tiger meat from the bones, and then cut it into small pieces of even size. Pick the piled lotus leaves in advance and wrap them up.
Piece by piece, fast and delicate.
The little beggar watched Fang Bie's actions until Fang Bie had almost cut the entire tiger into pieces, and the lotus leaf's meat buns were also piled up in a thick pile.
"You take these back." Fang Bie said.
"All?" asked the little beggar.
"All of them." Fang Bie nodded.
The little beggar nodded.
The total weight of this tiger is about two to three hundred kilograms, but apart from the fur, internal organs and bones, there is not much pure tiger meat.
At best, it weighs sixty or seventy pounds.
After all, as a top predator, accumulating a lot of fat is a luxury and dangerous thing.
The little beggar stepped forward, took out a large sack from his waist, and put the lotus leaf bags into the sack one by one. At this time, it was Fang's turn and he didn't look at his movements.
"How are you all doing?" Fang Bie asked.
"Thanks to big brother." The little beggar said while picking up tiger meat in the sack: "Before big brother came, we all doubted whether we could survive this winter, but after big brother came, everything slowly began to change. You're getting better."
Fang didn't let him show off, without any excuses or compliments, not even a thank you.
It seems plain, but in fact it proves his extreme trust in the other party.
Fang Bie nodded and watched the little beggar put all the tiger meat into the sack. The bag looked so heavy that it made the little beggar look even thinner. He struggled to carry the sack. He picked up the tiger on his shoulders and said goodbye to Fang Bi. After confirming that Fang Bi was fine, he left under the moon with the tiger meat on his back.
Fang Bi looked at his back, his eyes calm.
These little beggars are Fang Bie's most important intelligence channels in Luo City.
none of them.
This is the intelligence channel he obtained outside the hive's intelligence network, and the establishment of this large intelligence network did not only take more than half a year since he came to Los Angeles.
Following Sister Ping in the world for ten years, every time she went, apart from investigating the local topography, streets and alleys, determining escape routes and safe houses, the most important thing left was to try to contact the local street children.
They are the lowest and most humble existence in these cities.
Helpless and alone, living and dying like a mayfly.
Every winter, a large number of street children die in these northern cities. Although they also like to join groups to keep warm, how can the power of children compete with adults?
All the children who have survived tenaciously from the bottom of society are like weeds, with the most struggling vitality.
Coming to this world, there is no system or any golden fingers. For Fang Bing, time travel is more like a ridiculous farce. He can only do his best to strengthen himself and, by the way, help those who can help.
On the premise of mutual benefit and mutual assistance.
At this time, a voice came from behind Fang Bie.
"Why do you want Lin Xue to go out?"
Fang didn't look back. Under the moon, He Ping, dressed in white, stood by the forest.
The moon's shadow hangs low.
Fang Bie looked at He Ping and smiled: "Because she wants to go out."
(End of chapter)