Fork demon master in the eyes of monsters

Chapter 108 A Grandpa's Memories About Grandpa
Half an hour later, Chen Chuanwang went home with a spittle in his arms.

I don't know what's wrong with Xiao Huang, but he bites his neck shortly, and it wraps his short head in his mouth.

Although the whole head can't be covered yet, but a small half of it can be covered, so the top of the head is short and the ears are covered with saliva.

"It's dirty."

Chen Chuanwang took out a piece of paper and wiped it briefly with a smile.

"Ahhh."

Shortly tilted his head, thinking that Chen Chuanwang was playing with it, he stretched out his paws and tore up the tissue.

Chen Chuanwang: "...be quiet."

He pressed the short button down, knowing that the kitten was very stubborn, so he stretched out his hand and scratched its neck.

In an instant, there was no movement in a short time, and he stretched his neck and lay on Chen Chuanwang's lap.

At this time, grandpa came back from the outside.

"Where did the sword on the table come from?" An inquiring voice came from the living room.

Chen Chuanwang said casually: "It's a gift from a friend, don't touch it."

"Why is there no scabbard? It's all rusted."

Although Grandpa is getting old, he is very interested in seeing the bronze sword: "I will find you a piece of buffalo leather later, and ask your grandma to sew you a scabbard."

"If it's not so troublesome, I can just buy it online."

"I buy everything online, cheap but not good, I don't understand, besides, it doesn't cost money to make at home..."

Grandpa muttered a lot, mostly meaning that there is no need to spend money to buy things that he can make, saying that Chen Chuanwang wasted money and didn’t treat money as money...

What Chen Chuanwang heard was a headache.

Spend what you need to spend, there is no need to dig and search.

The next afternoon.

Grandpa came back with a large piece of buffalo hide.

"Where did you get this thing?" Chen Chuanwang was shocked when he saw the buffalo hide.

It's not easy to find this stuff in small towns, and now it's almost impossible to see cattle at home.

Grandpa said: "I play mahjong with me in an old lady's house. It has been left for many years, but it is useless. I told her and she gave it to me."

The older generation is also strange, they usually search and search for everything, but some things are worth a little money outside, but in their eyes, they are objects that can be given away casually.

Grandpa used to work as a carpenter. He took out the bronze sword, found another pencil, and drew a picture on the bronze sword.

Then he took out the scissors and asked Chen Chuanwang to cut by himself: "My hands are not steady, come here."

"Oh~"

Following the lines drawn by his grandfather, Chen Chuanwang cut out two long strips of cowhide in a short while.

He helped grandma thread needles and threads. Although grandma's mind is not very flexible, her hand skills seem to be engraved in her bones.

She stretched out her fingers to feel the length and width of the bronze sword, and sat at the door, sewing it up bit by bit.

Grandpa had nothing to do, picked up the bronze sword, and was quite young making moves in the small yard.

Chen Chuanwang pursed his lips.

Looking at Grandpa's situation, he didn't regard the bronze sword as an antique at all, otherwise, he would have already made a shelf and offered the sword to him.

Chen Chuanwang asked jokingly, "Grandpa, what kind of move is this?"

"Ah... this..." Grandpa lowered his head and thought for a while, "Flying Immortals from Beyond the Sky."

Good guy!
Still top-notch swordsmanship.

Chen Chuanwang smiled, Grandpa is still a childlike innocence.

After dancing a few more times casually, Grandpa put down the sword.

As a farmer all his life, it was easy to wield a sword that weighed less than two catties, but his body couldn't bear it.

Sitting comfortably on the recliner, the grandfather took a sip of tea, and said to Chen Chuanwang: "When your father and brothers were three children, they were clamoring for me to get them some swords. Where did the swords come from at home? I’m afraid I’ll lose a kitchen knife.”

"But it's annoying if they are arguing. I will find an old Liu. You don't know him. He is dead. He is your father's master. I asked him to make three swords out of wood, but your father and them Make me happy, your dad still wants the scabbard later, not to mention cowhide at that time, even the clothes have to be worn by someone else."

"I thought of a way, found a few pieces of bark, brought them back, sewed them with thread, and they were considered scabbards... At that time, my family was poor, and your father and the others had not finished elementary school, so they had to find work. At that time, your father I was clamoring to learn carpentry, so I found Lao Liu again..."

Grandpa babbled on and on, without any logic in what he said, and he often said the same thing wherever he thought of it.

But Chen Chuanwang listened with gusto.

When grandpa was drinking water, Chen Chuanwang asked, "Grandpa, can you tell me about grandpa?"

In fact, Chen Chuanwang has always wanted to know about his great-grandfather. In Shuihu's eyes, his great-grandfather is just like him. No, there is no such thing as a great-grandfather like a great-grandson.

Just like his grandfather, he is a person who can see monsters.

At present, the Nanhu monster is friendly to Chen Chuanwang, and Chen Chuanwang also speculates that this has something to do with his great-grandfather.

"Your great grandfather..."

Grandpa's tone became low, and the orange sunlight fell in front of him, like a hazy curtain.

With the sound of grandpa's memories, the curtain slowly opened.

Under the bright moonlight, a blurry man was walking carefully on the field ridge with the young Wang Kui (grandfather's name) holding the shotgun of the second family in his hand.

The man whispered to Wang Kui what he should pay attention to when hunting. Suddenly, he stopped abruptly and fired a shot into the dark, pa...

The sparks condense, and the steel balls explode.

The proud man returned home with his prey in twos and threes, patted his chest, and boasted to the women at home.

Wang Kui looked longingly at the man's back.

However, in the eyes of some people in the village, the man is like a mental illness. He likes to talk to animals, like to talk to the air...

The most impressive picture of Wang Kui suddenly appeared. It was a hot summer day. The man rowed to the center of the big lake, and then plunged down with a harpoon.

Wang Kui also couldn't remember what he saw at that time. The lake was surging, as if half of the flood had been released after a heavy rain, a huge turtle, an ugly fish head, a big blue snake...

"It's like dreaming."

The grandfather said with a smile: "Your grandfather told me that it was a nightmare I had. I had a fever for several days, and your grandmother went to the town to find an old Chinese doctor."

"It must be a dream." Chen Chuanwang squeezed his fingers and said, "We don't have pythons here."

"There are none now, but it doesn't mean that there were none before. There were water rats before, but now there are no more water rats." Grandpa bared his teeth: "It's not easy to see even a pheasant now. Back then, we went out at night to find grass. You can kick out a nest."

"It was all eaten by you."

It's not that Chen Chuanwang is ignorant of the situation, not to mention the older generation, even his father's generation mainly eats and dares to eat anything.

To put it bluntly, they have no concept of protecting animals in their hearts.

As long as it's not as dirty as rats, they see animals they haven't seen before, and the idea is how can this be eaten?How to make it delicious?
(End of this chapter)