Although Zhou Baopu has never pulled tiger skin before, Zhou Baopu's skills are not unskilled. These basic skills are obtained through accumulated hunting experience over time. He still uses the black sickle. With a sneer, from A long crack was cut from head to toe in the scar on the tiger's throat, and then he held the crack with both hands and carefully opened it.
The tiger's death was caused by a single cut on the neck, so after the fur was peeled off, it appeared to be extremely complete.
"It seems that this can be sold for a lot of money, right?"
Zhou Baopu thought in his mind. He had already put the tiger's fur on the clothesline in the yard, then washed his hands and came to the kitchen. , took out his dinner from the pot, came to the small dining table, slowly sat down alone, and began to slowly enjoy his dinner.
Looking towards Wang Caifeng's house, Zhou Baopu found that the oil lamp in Wang Caifeng's house had been extinguished. He looked at the swaying oil lamp in front of the dining table and then looked at the dark sky outside. He didn't know when, the night had slowly enveloped The entire Zhoujia Village.
Although he was very tired and hungry, and because the tiger's skin needed to be peeled while it was hot, Zhou Baopu was even more hungry after peeling the tiger's skin.
Even so, Zhou Baopu still felt unsatisfied when eating the food Wang Caifeng left for him. He could see that Wang Caifeng was not as happy as he thought for what he had done.
I still remember that when he happily told Wang Caifeng that he had become a blood disciple through his own efforts, Wang Caifeng's eyes flashed with a trace of panic and worry. At that time, Zhou Baopu thought it was his own illusion, and then In addition, Wang Caifeng never praised him verbally, so she didn't pay much attention to it.
However, thinking back on it today, thinking about everything Wang Caifeng said to him in the yard, it was hard for Zhou Baopu to think that it was an illusion.
Zhou Baopu loves money first and foremost, and secondly wants to make Wang Caifeng live a good life with dignity. However, why does he want to earn more money? Isn't it just to let Wang Caifeng and him live a better life?
Zhou Baopu knew that the reason why he couldn't forget his so-called father was actually thinking about venting his anger on Wang Caifeng. Although Wang Caifeng didn't say it himself, it was not easy for a widow to take care of him alone for so many years. Zhou Baopu knew that Seeing them one by one.
However, just today, his most dear and respectable mother actually told him repeatedly that she did not want him to become a blood refiner, did not want him to embark on the path of blood refining, and did not want him to be able to refine blood. He is far away on the road, and I don’t hope that he can become a peerless strong man.
When Wang Caifeng said these words, Zhou Baopu was silent and confused. He thought that at that moment, even his thinking was probably a bit slower than usual.
After listening to Wang Caifeng's explanation, Zhou Baopu vaguely understood why his mother didn't want him to do that?
Wang Caifeng was worried about his safety, lest something unexpected happen to him. Of course Zhou Baopu could understand this. Wang Caifeng loved him very much. Although he never put it into words, he had never doubted it.
However, for some reason, Zhou Baopu always felt that in addition to these reasons, Wang Caifeng seemed to be hiding something from him, and these things that Wang Caifeng hid from him played a very important role in Wang Caifeng's hesitation.
When Zhou Baopu was thinking about this, why wasn't Wang Caifeng thinking about this issue?
She didn't sleep, she just blew out the oil lamp and closed the door. She didn't want Zhou Baopu to ask her questions. Wang Caifeng was afraid that if Zhou Baopu really came to ask her questions, she would not be able to help but reveal all the secrets she had hidden in her heart for many years. Everything was told to Zhou Baopu.
At this time, for some reason, Wang Caifeng suddenly remembered the night before yesterday, when she went to Yao Qian's house to check on Zhou Side's injury, Yao Qian's good suggestion to let Zhou Baopu embark on the path of blood refining.
Wang Caifeng knew that after embarking on the path of blood refining, there would still be many missions waiting for Zhou Baopu to try his best to complete.
In the process of tracing his biological father, there will definitely be many difficulties, and the obstacles encountered are simply unimaginable.
However, Wang Caifeng didn't know that these were fates. When Zhou Baopu came into this world, what he had to bear was no longer easy.
Thinking that she had kept her name anonymous for so many years, she wanted to give Zhou Baopu a stable and peaceful living environment, and she really did it. And during these years, Wang Caifeng tried not to think about her true identity and tried her best to integrate into the lives of ordinary people. among.
She did it. The days when there was no one to serve her would not be easy at first, but when the past slowly came back from her memory like smoke, Wang Caifeng would always feel a slight bitterness in her mood, but every time Seeing Zhou Baopu healthy and active, a lot of the gloom in his heart was relieved.
In the past fifteen years, Wang Caifeng has hardly smiled. The vicissitudes of time have left too many traces on her face that should not be left!
Every time she thinks of that night fifteen years ago, Wang Caifeng's heart can't help but ache. When the past comes mercilessly like a tide, she always feels a sense of helplessness, sadness, and helplessness!
She saw with her own eyes that her father, the master of the Bloodthirsty Hall of the first demonic sect, ignored the love between father and daughter and captured the man she loved deeply alive, and tortured Zhou Kunlun to death in front of her. She didn't want to die, and based on her understanding of her father, she guessed that Zhou Kunlun would definitely die.
If some of the cronies Wang Caifeng had cultivated in the Bloodthirsty Palace hadn't let her go at the critical moment, Wang Caifeng didn't know whether she and Zhou Baopu would have been raped by her extremely respectable father. In the end, she still didn't know whether her proud father would personally take their lives if the two of them were captured.
On that bloody night, Wang Caifeng took the newly born Zhou Baopu, like a headless fly, staggering to Zhoujia Village at the foot of Xuangui Mountain. They held their breath and hid in a cesspool for half an hour before slowly I waited until the people from the Bloodthirsty Hall left one after another.
It was on that occasion that Wang Caifeng used a secret method that she had not yet mastered to save Zhou Baopu's life in order to carve out an open space for Zhou Baopu in the cesspit. She risked falling down the stairs.
It was precisely because of that that Wang Caifeng's original cultivation strength of the Blood Emperor had fallen to the Blood Spirit. Then the news of Zhou Kunlun's killing came from the Bloodthirsty Palace. Wang Caifeng suffered a double blow both mentally and physically. Since then, she has been in a state of decline. Although her confidant Yao Qian has taken care of her, her health has been deteriorating.
Thinking of Zhou Baopu's changes during this period, how could Wang Caifeng not be proud of his son, and how could he not be proud of Zhou Baopu's performance?
But when he thought that once he entered the path of blood refining, he would have to face the confrontation between the righteous way and the evil way, and it would inevitably involve the grudges and grudges of the past. That's why Wang Caifeng was so worried about Zhou Baopu's situation.
Of course Zhou Baopu didn't know this. After eating in a hurry, he dismembered the tiger's body, then selected a piece of better tender meat, and finally carried the tiger's body out to the morning training ground, waiting for Villagers go to collect their share.
In the hot summer, there is no refrigeration conditions. If the tiger meat is not distributed to each household, it will definitely spoil quickly. Therefore, whenever someone kills a large beast, each household will go to the morning training ground to collect them. This has become a common practice in Zhoujiacun, a village with simple folk customs.
Zhou Baopu could imagine that last night's victory over Liu Shaofei and tonight's carrying the tiger down the mountain may have caused a heated discussion about tiger-fighting heroes in this small Zhoujia Village.
But he obviously didn't care about this. Whenever others praised him, he just smiled slowly and then started cutting the tiger meat again.
However, when Zhou Baopu heard the words of thanks from the villagers when they received the meat, Zhou Baopu also felt an indescribable warmth.
"Perhaps this is the warmth of human affection."
Zhou Baopu, who seemed to be able to deal with it easily, sighed slowly in his heart.