Wang Sanpao was pulled around the chicken farm by the fat man. Looking at the row of chickens on the ground, each of them bit their necks, and couldn't help but curse: "This yellow-skinned man is so prodigal!"

The fat man nodded in agreement: "Uncle San, that's why I asked you to get a trap. Good guy, I had twenty or thirty yellow skins last night, so these guys must have come in a group."

"The yellow-skinned hair is the best now. I'm worried that there is no place to fight. I usually make small fuss, one and a half." When Wang Sanpao heard that the yellow-skinned hair was almost in line, his face was filled with smiles.

The fat man was worried that Wang Sanpao was also superstitious, but after hearing what he said, he finally felt at ease. With this old hunter taking action, Huangsie would wait for the bad luck.

After a while, Wang Sanpao came around with a big sack. He put all the vents left in the chicken coop on the chicken coop, and even made a lot of underground spaces around him.

The fat man followed behind his butt and saw something: "Uncle San, you're going to be a chain of condoms."

"The yellow-skinned boy is smart, and the clips are not easy to use, and these condoms may not necessarily work."

"What's the matter?" The fat man was anxious. He couldn't send someone to stand guard in the chicken coop every day.

"The mountain man has his own trick." Wang Sanpao yelled twice and even started an ambush.

"As long as you can control these guys," the fat man was too lazy to guess. He had an almost superstitious worship of Wang Sanpao.

Wang Sanpao walked around the place where the chicken coop led to Beishan again, and then waved his hand: "Go back to the house first, don't have to go out in the first half of the night, follow my commands."

The three old men made an exception to work overtime together at night. They gathered together and whispered, but they could only bite the bullet and listen to his command.

He simply didn't have to sleep. Wang Sanpao took out a deck of cards and sat on the kang with three old men to watch cards. The fat man was not very good at it, so he watched the fun on the ground and served tea and water to serve the bureau.

Seeing Wang Sanpao sitting firmly on the kang, the fat man secretly raised his finger: This is what it means to sit firmly on the central army tent, and he has the style of a general.

The three old men usually have good card skills, and they are all old thugs for most of their lives. But tonight they were obviously absent-minded and always played the wrong cards. Old Man Zhang also "shamed" and lost a lot.

The fat man saw that the three old men had fewer and fewer chips, but Wang Sanpao had already piled up, and he probably had to win at least dozens of volumes.

Wang Sanpao was more and more lucky when playing cards with spirit and courage. He gave up two sets of joy, and his hands were all the same. When Old Zhang trembled and played a Ruan Xiaoqi (Qianzi), he shouted: "Good up."

The three old men were stunned and lost.

Wang Sanpao stood up and said, "It's a good sign today. Go out to work. Everyone is quietly walking with me." After that, he carried the sack on his back and pushed the door out of the house.

The fat man followed closely behind Wang Sanpao, and then there were three old men, all of whom were terrified and frightened.

After walking a few steps, the fat man was a little puzzled: "Uncle San, where are you going? Why are you going to the village?"

"Hehe, we have to go around in circles and break the yellow-skinned retreat first." Wang Sanpao was calm and looked like he was almost sure. The fat man was at ease.

The moon had climbed into the sky, and the surroundings were silent. Only five people's soles were slight cracking sounds when they stepped on the snow.

"The moon is too bright, and the movement of stepping on the snow is too loud, so you have to take a few more paths." Wang Sanpao turned around and said to the fat man: "This yellow-skinned man is cunning, so if you want to hold it, you have to be cunning than him."

The fat man kept nodding: This third uncle usually looks the most honest, but no matter how he looks, he has nothing to do with cunning.

After covering a large half circle, he finally walked around the middle of the chicken farm and the forest. The fat man suddenly shuddered: "No, the big goose on the other side of the chicken farm is calling again! Uncle San, why don't I go back and take a look first?" The fat man was anxious.

"I can't look for it, but calculating the time, those things should be messed with." Wang Sanpao threw the sacks underground, and there were short nets inside, only two feet high, with iron tags tied to both ends, and the mesh was only the size of an egg.

"Start the internet, you guys follow the place I said." Wang Sanpao chose four or five places, set the internet, and then said to the fat man: "You go back first, remember to take a detour, and make some big noise after you go back."

The fat man agreed and ran back with fire. He was fast and had strong endurance. He ran back to the chicken coop in more than ten minutes, and the sound of the big goose rattled from a distance.

Good guy, the ground was covered with black shadows outside the chicken farm, and the number was more than yesterday, so it was so squirting around. The fat man rushed into the house, picked up the washbasin, picked up the willow stick with his other hand, and then rushed out with a whisper, and then knocked around.

The weasel army finally began to collapse. These guys were extremely flexible and faster. Only a row of yellow lines were seen when they were stuck to the ground.

The fat man strictly abides by Wang Sanpao's instructions and chases him hard from behind. The willow sticks in his hand were blown away. It was late at night, and the movement was definitely earth-shaking.

He ran to the ambush in one breath and saw that Wang Sanpao had already cleaned up the fruit of victory. There were still a few yellow skins stuck on the Internet. Their necks were drilled into the mesh, and they jumped on the ground, and their mouths were squeaking.

Wang Sanpao held a small hammer in his hand and knocked on his head one by one. He slap, one hammer, and a crisp sound echoed in the night sky.

The three old men were a little bit hunched and stood aside and didn't dare to take action. Every time Wang Sanpao knocked, they would shiver very neatly, and cooperate perfectly.

The fat man was in a good mood: "Uncle San, you are still good at it. This tactic is just like the Eighth Route Army fighters back then." After saying that, the fat man suddenly shuddered and then stood there in a daze.

Old Man Zhang pointed at the fat man tremblingly: "No, it must be fascinated by Huang Daxian!"

When the old man Li heard this, he ran away. They had heard too many legends about Huang Taixian in their lives and were really scared.

"What are you going to do? It's almost the same to say that the weasel's stinky fart can smoke me." The fat man shouted hard, and then said to Wang Sanpao: "Uncle San, keep a few living people, don't get rid of the roots. I guess they will never dare to come again in the future."

Wang Sanpao pointed to the Internet: "I have been leaving a living mouth for a long time. The male has many young and females. People are still trying to kill birds, so we can't do that bad business."

The fat man looked carefully and found that there were still yellow-skinned people struggling on each of the Internet. However, Wang Sanpao could even separate male and female, which was a bit evil. So far, except for the ability to distinguish between male and female, the rest were given to him for nothing. Even Qiqi was better than him, and he knew that there were a few curly hairs on his tail. The duck was the one who knew that there were some curly hairs on his tail.

"I told you to steal chickens, hang them for a while, and have a long memory." Looking at the weasel on the net, the fat man proudly lit a big front door, held it in his mouth, and then viciously sprayed a sip of poisonous gas at a weasel grinning: "Oh my god, try this too!"

Unexpectedly, the weasel soon launched the same poisonous gas attack. The fat man was so smoked that he fell to the ground by cigarettes, covering his nose and fled. Playing with the weasel to release poison is a blind eye.
Chapter completed!