Doomsday Pavilion

After a long day of absent-minded waiting, the time finally came to the afternoon of the 15th.

Lin Chou carried the little sheep and stuffed it into the portal, and got in too.

He didn't plan to delay business hours tomorrow. Although the system had stated that Lin Chou could be closed on Saturdays and Sundays, he had never done so.

Well, at most, I use the magical blackboard occasionally to try my best to be a very hardworking and pragmatic restaurant owner—the cute little Qianqian has been dancing and waving to him.

It was dinner time, the smoke in the alley was faintly heated, and Lin Chou's nest was like another world, deserted.

He didn't stay too much, and hurriedly got into Uncle Hu's house.

In the absence of Erhu, the only person in the yard was Uncle Tiger sitting on the edge of the stove and drinking wine with pickles.

"Well, the forest is here, why are you so idle today?"

"Uncle Tiger!"

Lin Chou had a happy laugh, sitting on the long bench, pinched a pickle from the bowl and threw it into his mouth.

"Potherb mustard? It's salty..."

"Smelly boy!"

"Hehe."

Uncle Hu knew Lin Chou’s intentions without asking.

"Well, wait a minute, we will leave after dinner. The car is coming soon."

"A lot of people?"

Uncle Hu thought for a while,

"Tonight, the moon is big...it should be a good harvest. Doesn't this all in the alley have to follow? By the way, there should be dozens of people."

"it is good."

The two were talking, and there was a sudden engine noise at the door.

"Didi!"

The horn rang a few times and the people outside shouted,

"Go, go, the car is here!"

Uncle Hu took out a few bags and said, "Okay, let's go, you kid jumped when you were young. Before, your dad wouldn't let you go to Niutou'ao and you were crying and making trouble, ha.

Lin Chou corrected,

"Heaven Col."

Uncle Hu smiled.

"Well, Heaven Col, your kid has a good memory."

The car parked at the door is not someone else's. The drivers are Bao Er and Ma Liu.

When the two saw Lin Chou, they immediately rushed up.

"Boss Lin, why are you here... you are also interested in this thing?"

"of course."

Lin Chou didn't say much, just smiled, feeling surprisingly good.

People who were going to catch silkworms gathered from all over the alley and jumped into the carriages, helping each other.

The old neighbors greeted him enthusiastically-he often asked Bao Er to bring some salt-baked chicken and the like back on weekdays.

"Oh, Sorrow is back, and I want to play too?"

"Haha, I'm back."

"Lin Zi, why don't you know how to call someone after seeing my sister-in-law?"

"Uh..."

After staring at the speaker carefully for half a minute, Lin Chou said hesitantly,

"Sister Hu?"

Sister Hu returned him with big eyes, "What kind of garlic!"

Lin Chou scratched his head, he is not to blame.

Today’s sister-in-law Hu wears a soy sauce gown that she has never changed all year round, but a deep purple midi skirt that highlights her figure. Her hair has been gathered up, and she even brushed her eyebrows and powdered her face. She looks radiant and young. He didn't dare to recognize it.

"Hey, Linzi, don't you know that the gourd baby is arrogant, not to mention the scholarship, Qin Shan has three days to come to visit Sister Hu with rice noodles, Qin Shan Jingui is holding the gourd baby, for fear of being robbed by other schools go with."

"Is that right? The little bunny in my family eats the salt-baked chicken you sent, but there is no movement. I am anxious to death."

Lin Chou pretentiously wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Hi... scared me, I thought my sister-in-law, you remarried a rich man."

"Hahaha."

The jokes that weren't too funny made everyone laugh face-to-face.

Sister Hu scorned,

"Fuck you, see if my sister-in-law won't twist your ears!"

Bao Er yelled in front,

"Everyone, everyone is there, let's walk?"

"Walk!"

Bao Er's large swaying truck is still covered with an alloy fence, which is no different from the car that loaded cattle for long distances before the catastrophe. It is not beautiful, but safe.

The main east gate facing the dark sea is different from other gates in that it directly leads to the sea, so entry and exit are allowed at night.

——Not allowed. Most of Mingguang's food sources are at sea, and no one can tell when those sea fishing boats will arrive ashore.

But the east gate is surrounded by mountains and there is no road. If a vehicle wants to enter the city from here at night, it has to go around a sea cliff.

Bao Er drove on the Huancheng Road, and left the main east gate in more than two hours. A red envelope was indispensable as an exit fee.

The next road was not easy to walk, it was full of soft sand and silt. Fortunately, there were a lot of people talking and I felt like I was there in a while.

The place where everyone got off was a large stretch of rushes and reeds on the seashore. After crossing this place and climbing a small cliff, they arrived at Niutou'ao.

Niutouao presents a standard half-moon shape, with coconut trees and clusters of mangrove trees everywhere, and even a lot of purple wild flowers, golden birds on the beach, and the sea breeze as soon as the coconut fragrant and floral scent brush over the tip of the nose.

After a certain garrison leader from the base city came here to take a look, he found this bull head au unpleasant and not literary enough, and the big mouth and a bull head au had to be renamed Tiantang au.

Well, it is said that he also put up a pen and erected a monument, making a lot of applause.

The crowd arrived at Niutouao late, it was already ten o'clock in the night, and they rushed into the sea in a hurry.

"Quickly, quickly, it's about time."

The torch ignited, illuminating the sea.

The clear shallows of Shanghai are not as deep as the chest. Large swaths of spiral cotton-like creatures rise from the bottom of the sea and swim quickly. There are so many creatures that the entire beach is stained white by them against the backdrop of torches. .

This is the sandworm, um, to be more precise, it is "a part" of the sandworm.

The sandworm is a very magical creature. When the breeding season comes, the tail muscles and organs of their body will rapidly degenerate, while the gonads are abnormally enlarged, so they are always ready.

Perhaps they used the moon as a signal of their courtship, and started timing after the moon rises. Within two hours, all the gonads, which are soft and full of sperm and eggs, will escape from their bodies and swim freely like a propeller. Raise the surface to complete mating-this is also only two hours a year.

The only remaining head of the sandworm will give birth to a new tail, which will continue to survive year after year.

Sandworms are widely distributed in the Atlantic Ocean, especially in Samoa.

This kind of worm, which is called "Paralu" by the local indigenous people, has a noble status and extraordinary status. People love its deliciousness and call it "Vanuatu caviar".

However, if the sandworms want to survive on the southern coast of Great China, the fate of some of them being boiled in soup will never be avoided.

There, in Laoguang's site, they are also called "flat food", except for the soup, they are mainly used as bait.

The popularity of the sand silkworm is not as good as the insects that the old people have enjoyed for many years, but the appearance rate of certain types of sand silkworms is still quite high.

For example, "Bobitworm".