Uncle Yang chewed the chicken legs and chatted with Mason: "I'm going to buy some sand. There is sand in Tasital Town, right?"

Mason nodded: "Of course, the Zulu people built houses with mud and sand, and there must be sand on their territory."

Uncle Yang threw the chicken leg bones to the Husky and clapped his hands and said, "Then I'll go and have a look in the afternoon."

The Husky went up and sniffed it, then slapped it away with one claw.

"What does it mean?" Lao Yang was furious.

Mason laughed and said, "Our dogs only eat chicken leg meat, not chicken bones."

Knowledge, who was gnawing chicken legs, raised his head and stared at him fiercely.

Mason explained: "What I'm saying is true, not to imply you and Yang."

Knowledge said: "I don't doubt you. I just want to ask if your family still lacks dogs?"

Mason was stunned: "If you say this is a waste of time, aren't you afraid that your grandfather will beat you? If my family lacks a dog, would you be a dog?"

Zhi pushed open the plate and said, "Teacher Yang, you don't have to pay for lunch today. He insulted me and my personality. In our skeleton area, a life lawsuit can occur because of this sentence."

Mason hurriedly said, "Damn it, that's what you meant just now!"

Knowledge smiled cunningly and said, "I mean if you lack a dog in your house, I can send you a dog from my friend. Their house can't eat anymore, and that dog lives a miserable life."

Mason said helplessly: "Okay, I misunderstood you, I apologize to you."

"If the apology is useful, what else do you need money?" The boy smiled even more cunningly. "For example, if I ate the King's meal today and apologized to you, would you want my meal money?"

The first time Yang Uncle Bao saw Mason being defeated.

When he came to eat, he was ready to buy sand, so he turned on the tractor and after eating and drinking, he enjoyed the air conditioning wind in the restaurant until 2:30 in the afternoon.

The sun was still very strong, but the sea breeze was quite cool. Yang Shubao drove to the Zulu town with a tractor. The oncoming summer breeze took away some heat, so it was quite comfortable.

The scenery of this highway is quite good. There are vast grasslands to the west, and there are jungles swaying in the wind on the east. If you have good eyesight, you can see the light of the waves. It is the style of Lake Saint Lucia.

A herd of zebras emerged from the eastern horizon, and Yang Shubao guessed that they had just finished drinking water and went out to look for food.

He regretted not bringing the monster elves, otherwise there would be an extra zebra herd in his reserve today.

Zhi followed him eastward and asked, "What is that group? Are wildebeests?"

Yang Shubao said, "It's a zebra, you can't see clearly? You're dazzled at a young age. You have to quit sex."

Knowledge said aggrievedly: "Oh my God, I don't have a telescope from this far away, of course I can't see clearly."

Uncle Yang realized that his vision had been strengthened by the Spring of Life, and he said: "Okay, it's indeed farther, and this is still a zebra. The black and white stripes on their bodies can reflect sunlight, causing the outline of the body to become blurred. It is really difficult to see clearly when it is farther away."

The knowledge worshiper said: "Teacher Yang, you know so much. I always thought they were wearing striped shirts to pursue fashion."

The tractor drove into Tasital town, and some black children playing in the shade ran over to watch the fun. Yang Shubao took out the candy prepared in advance and distributed it to them, and more children ran out.

A child ran to him and looked carefully, then smiled and said, "Are you a Chinese friend of Brother Jill?"

Uncle Yang smelled a nice smell on his body and asked, "Are you the kid who came back from my car two days ago?"

The child shook his head: "I'm not."

Uncle Yang asked in surprise: "Then how do you know me?"

"I don't know you, I know this car." The child pointed to the tractor. "My brother and my mother have been in your car, and he came back to tell me."

Uncle Yang suddenly realized.

After getting the candy, the child actively ran to find Jill Allan Poe, and then the fat black man walked over with a stick.

Jill enthusiastically opened his arms several steps, and Zhi bravely blocked Yang Shubao.

Uncle Yang asked, "What are you doing?"

Knowledge said: "He wants to hit you with a hammer, I want to protect you!"

Uncle Yang smiled and said, "This is also my friend."

Jill was irritated by his words: "What do you think is this in my hand?"

"Bangmao."

"This is a fly swatter!"

Not to mention the slum boys, even the knowledgeable Yang Shubao was shocked: God's fly swatter, is this a fly swatter? Isn't this the melon hammer of ancient Chinese military generals?

Jill said angrily: "This is the fly swatter I invented. It is made of a stack of sticky paper that can be used repeatedly and repeatedly! Why is sticky paper used as the material? I ask you, can you slap them to death every time you slap flies and mosquitoes?"

Shocked by his momentum, the knowledgeable man stumbled: "No, no."

Jill said with satisfaction: "Yes, no, because sometimes you use too little force to slap them to death, so that when you take back the fly swatter, they will run away, and try my fly swatter, even if you don't slap it on the spot, it will stick them and leave them nowhere to escape!"

Uncle Yang: “Damn it!”

Jill continued: "Rich people often have a cleanliness obsession. After traditional fly swatters kill mosquitoes and flies, there will be bodies left on them. Rich people often throw away the fly swatter. This is a waste. Just peel off this layer of sticky paper with my fly swatter. The next layer of sticky paper will still be brand new."

Yang Shubao said: "But rich people don't know how to kill mosquitoes and flies by themselves."

Jill said, "Then I won't just sell the flies to them?"

Uncle Yang had nothing to say. In fact, he wanted to know the most about how to hit smart flies with a hammer?

Knowledge asked: "But your fly stickers are so sticky. What if you get a picture of clothes, bedding or walls? Wouldn't they stick to it?"

Jill said thoughtfully: "Good question, young man, you are a smart guy. I am very optimistic about you. I have not solved this problem yet. I have to think about what to do. Oh, Yang, what are you here to do? There is no bonfire activity tonight."

Yang Shubao explained: "I want to buy some sand. Do you have any sand here?"

Jill smiled and said, "Of course, come with me, it's all the best river sand we dug out of the Tail River."

Because it often rains on the grassland, sand is stored in warehouses, which are also colored steel tile houses, with an area of ​​one or two thousand, and its height must be three or four meters. If it is filled with sand, it will probably have thousands of cubic meters.

Yang Shubao gradually smelled a scent on his way to the warehouse. He had smelled it before when he brought the mother and son back, and the child he was chatting with just now.

The fragrance became stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help asking, "Gill, did you smell a great smell?"

Jill smiled and said, "It's the fragrance of jungle meat, right?"

"No, it's the smell of perfume." Yang Shubao shook his head.

Jill thought about it and suddenly said, "Is it a fart?"

Yang Shubao was speechless: Listen, listen, is this human language?
Chapter completed!