The tomato frog squatted on the stone and looked at Yang Shubao. Yang Shubao also looked at it, and then it slowly expanded.

Like toads, they can swell in a short time, which is their main trick to defend against enemies.

Seeing this, Lao Yang curled his lips: "You are more inflated than the noble person Boge who loves to drink coffee. Just look at you, your virtue!"

After suffering this loss, he became careful. He never expected to encounter a tomato frog in Great Saint Lucia, because the native place of this frog was limited to the northern part of Madagascar, which is logically impossible to touch in South Africa.

He told the question, and the old hero looked calm and calm: "Maybe someone bought it as a pet, but later he found out that he couldn't keep it and then released it to the wild."

Yang Shubao said gladly: "Then they released it was not a golden mangle frog or a multi-color mangle frog. Otherwise, I would not have hurt a little today, but would have been in shock or even died."

All mangroves are poisonous frogs, just like all sea snakes are poisonous snakes, the toxins in the mangroves are not as gentle as tomato frogs. They are fatal to animals and humans.

However, like the sea snake, the mangroves are shy and timid. They will not actively attack large animals such as humans and beasts, so people in Europe and the United States will raise them as pets.

Therefore, there are fewer people in Europe and the United States, and it is rare for them to be more dying than them.

As a result, after hearing his sigh, the old man smiled: "Is the golden frog you mentioned a particularly cute little frog? It is golden in shape when you are adults and green in childhood?"

Uncle Yang nodded and said, "Yes, have you seen it?"

Like the tomato frog, the golden mandible frog only exists in Madagascar. Its habitat range is much smaller than that of the tomato frog, and it is just a forest, so it is relatively rare.

The old man smiled happily and said, "I have seen it on TV and newspapers, and I have also found it in the wetland park. It is reported that it is called a color-changing golden frog, and it is also said that someone smuggled into South Africa and then released it into the wild for some reason."

Uncle Yang exclaimed: "Mom, this is too wild!"

Originally he thought there was only a tomato frog here, but as they tilted the stone, a small and bright red frog appeared one after another. In the end, more than a dozen tomato frogs jumped around a large stone and hid.

To be honest, Uncle Yang wanted to pick them up, but it was hard to pick them up. John was not here and the mucus toxins secreted on their bodies were very dangerous, so he had to give up.

They walked a long way along the river bank and then collected hundreds of Odovas in all sizes.

Uncle Yang felt that these stones were enough, so he packed them up and put them in the car bucket to leave.

When he turned around, he found that the old man had cleaned up the green snails he had picked up before. Seeing this, he asked, "What are you doing? Do you want to refine poison by yourself when you go back?"

The old man said, "I'm going to raise a few chickens, and these green snails can be fed to them."

Yang Shubao said, "But the green snail is poisonous."

The old man said: "Yes, but their toxins are harmless to humans and animals, and are harmful to some parasites. This is a biological toxin they evolved to prevent being parasitic. It is amazing."

Uncle Yang vaguely felt something was wrong: "But you told me just now that you would die if you eat it."

The old man said, "Yes, it's parasites that eat their meat and they will die, but I didn't say that people will die if they eat it."

South Africa has many routines, I want to go back to China.

When he heard that the green snail was not only harmless to the human body, but also had no parasite pollution, Lao Yang rolled up his trouser legs and tried hard to catch it.

It took a long time to catch Odova and catch green snails. They came out in the afternoon only, and it was almost evening when they were about to go back.

A fire cloud hangs in the west sky, with red clouds everywhere, like brocades drawn in the Jiangnan compound with small bridges and flowing water. A group of returning birds slowly swept down into the grass and woods with the evening breeze. Before the sun sets, the moon has quietly jumped out.

The shore is far away and the sand is flat, and the sunset is slanted and the sunset is bright on the road.

They left when they packed up their things. In South Africa in November, the daytime was very long, and it was still a long time from the sun setting in the west to the nightfall.

After sending the old man back to the flower shop, Yang Shubao slowed down and took off his windproof glasses and drove slowly on the town road.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, just like the evening before.

There is no joy or worry in ordinary days, but the daily life is not boring.

Looking at the boundless road, he slowly imagined that if he lived in such a simple little place in the next ten or even decades, would he regret it when the time passed and he was middle-aged?

He didn't give an answer, he was very happy now anyway.

Especially when I go back tonight, I have spicy fried snails to drink!

This is great!

The car was jogging on the grassland, startling the guinea fowls to escape from the grass.

Yang Shubao drove directly to the river and threw the Odova stones out in dispersion.

When the maid saw that he thought he had milk to drink, she ran out of the water and rushed to him and circled around the car, and raised her head and pouted, making a "humph" sound.

This scene has a very good smell of hometown. Yang Shubao raised local pigs at home when he was a child. The local pigs in the northeast are all black and can be eaten by blood. Whenever his mother carries a pig food bucket, these pigs will make such noises.

Lao Yang spread his hands and showed it: "No milk to drink."

The gangster didn't care, and continued to move the canned bottles and circle the car, enjoying it.

Lao Yang had to pick some bananas and feed them to him. He didn't know if this little thing could be eaten with complementary food. Anyway, the horseman was very happy to eat bananas.

Even the banana peel was eaten.

Lao Yang was deeply pleased with this. From now on, there will be some treatment for the leftover banana peels and fruit cores that the elves eat.

After the little guy was busy, he began to prepare his own dinner.

The small green snail is cleaner than the snails in his hometown, so there is no need to spit out mud and sand. Just wash it with clean water several times to make sure the shell is washed.

It is simple to stir-fry the snails. Add oil to the pan, add chili, green onion, ginger and garlic, then put the snails into the pot with soy sauce, make homemade marinade and sugar to stir-fry. Add a bottle of beer to it during the period, and then turn it over low heat and simmer.

Uncle Yang saw that there were two green peppers on the cutting board that he had picked this morning, so he simply cut them and threw them in to season them.

The soup turned into soup, and the green snails must have been cooked at this time. He turned off the heat and put it on the plate and served a dish.

As usual, Lao Yang sat at the window to eat, with a large plate of green snails and a bottle of cold beer. He brought over a book called "African Wildlife Dictionary" published by the University of South Africa, enjoying food while receiving knowledge.

The meat of wild green snails is not big, but it is very strong. The thick soup adheres to the snail shell. Take a sip before eating. The spicy and fragrant flavor are mixed with the flavor of river freshness. In just one bite, Lao Yang was satisfied.
Chapter completed!