There are quite a lot of loaches in the small wild pond. When Yang Shubao was a child, he often played the trick of fishing loaches, but he and his friends used empty bottles of canned fruit as tools. Loaches have the nature of rushing holes.

They rush and rush to the end and become delicious in other people's dining tables. This shows that rushing holes is not a good nature and needs to be controlled.

Africa does not have this magical skill to catch loaches, and they actually catch loaches, but this method makes sense, loaches are greedy.

Mason harvests every time he gets a hook, and he harvests more than a dozen loaches intermittently, but most of them are small fish.

He just wanted to leave the big loach, and the young one was about to put it back, but Yang Shubao intercepted it: "I'll take it back as a fish fry."

Loaches are as strong as lung fish. They can live for a long time by putting wet mud in a plastic bag.

Mason also pretended to be the big loach and said, "Let's go and keep going on the adventure."

Uncle Yang said in surprise: "There are still loaches in this pond."

Mason packed up his things and said, "Yes, but we won't catch them."

“Is it sustainable?”

"No, we came out as a risky person, not a specialist in loach fishing, let's go."

"But what are the adventures on the grassland?"

"I don't know, so we go explore, isn't this an adventure?"

Uncle Yang nodded in admiration, his mind is OK.

He waved Simba over, snatched the rabbit that was dewormed in the water, tied a knot on his neck with a rope, and said, "Don't have a dead mouse on his waist, pretending to be hunting. You are also a hunter now."

Simba wanted to lower his head to see the rabbit, but no matter how he lowered his head, he couldn't see it. He wanted to use his paws to pull the rabbit, but the cat had no collarbone. It raised its paws and put them down, put them down and raised them up. Finally, he accepted his fate, and a rabbit was hanging around his neck and ran in a small step.

They walked south, looking for the next wild pond.

The sun shone mercilessly and Mason was exposed to become a salted fish.

Simba was too hot, and lions were very unbearable, so when they didn't prey, the lions would look for rest under the shade of trees.

But it was very clever and walked specifically in the shadow of Yang Shubao. After walking for a while, it could not keep up with Lao Yang's footsteps and turned back to Mason's shadow.

Of course, the shadow area of ​​a person is very small, so it is better than nothing. It specifically puts its head inside, as long as it cannot be exposed to the head.

Mason whined with a crutch, "Yang, walk slowly, walk slowly, I said, aren't you tired? Your physical fitness is so good?"

Uncle Yang moved his waist and said, "Maybe it's the kidneys, Richard, are you kidney deficiency?"

"What the hell? Kidney deficiency?"

"Kidney deficiency is the Chinese medicine, and modern medicine is called sheep impotence."

Mason was so excited by these words that he gasped and accelerated his pace to prove that he was also a fierce man.

Simba didn't want to walk fast, so he stretched out his claws and grabbed Mason: I'm a sheep impotence, can I do it?

Hiking on the vast grassland is really exciting. It is like sailing on the sea, which tests people's patience.

One morning they only found two wild ponds. The second wild pond was larger and had to be thousands of square meters. A wildebeest herd lived nearby. They were not afraid of seeing people coming. They looked up and then continued to bow their heads to drink water.

Simba was angry at their arrogant appearance. He set off and walked slowly, starting to walk in the footsteps of the Lion King whom he did not recognize, and opened his mouth to prepare to roar.

Uncle Yang grabbed its mouth: "Don't make a sound, this is a wildebeest herd. If you scare them, rush over together, we will be dead!"

Mason wiped his sweat and said, "Didn't you take him out to see the world? Why don't you let it get in touch with the prey?"

"It can go hunting, but it cannot scare the wildebeest herd. The wildebeest herd will be trampled on by war. Do you want to die?" Yang Shubao patted Simba's butt and signaled that it could launch a sneak attack.

Simba tried to trot a few steps, and the dead rabbit swayed under its neck, as if it was hanging there.

Uncle Yang quickly untied it: "Forgot this matter."

Completely free, Simba shook his head and patted the ground with his big claws. Old Yang helped him dubbing: "Look, I'm going to show off!"

Simba carefully ran towards the wildebeest herd, ran to the front and saw that it stood still: Is it so big?

The adult wildebeests are both 1.8 meters long, and the males grow more than two meters in length. The key is that both males and females have sharp and strong long horns. The hot sun shines on it, and the dark long horns are shining with cold light, which is a bit scary.

Simba stood in the grass and watched for a while, then lowered her head and ran back.

Uncle Yang stomped his feet in anger. He waved his hand hard and whispered: "What are you afraid of? You are a lion! Bloodline suppression, natural bloodline suppression! Just go up, they dare not mess with you!"

Wild beasts rely entirely on instinct to hunt, because they have no brains. Simba was tamed by the monster elves and was full of spirituality. His head was not white juice but brain matter, so he would look back when hunting.

It also knew that it was embarrassing to be scared away by its prey, so it did not return to Yang Shubao but ran to a grass field to work: it accelerated and jumped a few times, bite a clump of weeds and shook its head and slapped the weeds with its claws.

The wildebeests stared at it for a while, and found that there was no threat, and they turned around and continued to live their lives.

Mason asked, "What is this stupid guy doing?"

Yang Shubao smiled bitterly and said, "I guess he is honing his hunting skills? I'm not very good at understanding its brain circuit."

There is a forest on the south side of the pond. The tall fig trees are covered with green leaves, lushly covering up a big shadow, making them look cool.

But wildebeests occupied the shade of the tree, and they were arrogantly eating grass and leaves there, and Yang Shubao and Maisen did not dare to go there.

The wildebeest weighs 200 kilograms and is covered with tendon flesh, without any fat. In this case, a kick will kill people. The two of them have not lived enough, so they can only look at the shade of trees across the pond.

Because of the wildebeest herd, this wild pond is not clean, and the water is muddy. The wildebeest will take a bath and roll in the pond, eat, drink and defecate and scatter. The water body turns green and not clear at all.

After practicing for a while, Simba stood up with his mane shaking, and he ran to the vicinity of the horses and watched. After hesitating for a few minutes, it suddenly opened its mouth and roared.

Seeing this, Yang Shubao clenched his fists tightly and said, "Here's coming, the battle between the young lions!"

The wildebeest herd suddenly became restless, and the tallest male wildebeest rushed out of the forest. It ran to the river bank and wandered left and right. The black horns on its big head were like iron forks. All the wildebeests who were staying on the river bank were driven away.
Chapter completed!