Chapter 7: The East Window Incident

  "Strip first, then talk." Qin Yiren knew very well that if he didn't make things clear to them, it wouldn't work.

  "Yes!" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong responded in unison.

  Meng Zhao's wrist shook, and a beautiful knife flower appeared in his hand, Qin Yiren secretly praised him as good.

  The kitchen knife made a straight cut on the big yellow dog's belly, and a straight wound appeared, as if measured with a ruler. Qin Yiren saw it in his eyes and couldn't help but praise: "Good knife skills!"

  According to the predecessor's memory, Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong were sharp soldiers of the Qin army, with high martial arts skills and excellent swordsmanship. However, when he saw Meng Zhao use his knife with his own eyes, he realized that his swordsmanship was even better than what Qin Yi imagined.

  "Thank you, young master, for your praise. However, my knife skills are only considered second-rate in the military, not first-rate." Meng Zhao shook his head and sighed, "What a pity, it's been three years since I last practiced, now I don't even qualify as second-rate."

  "Meng Zhao, don't spout nonsense." Ma Gai reminded him.

  In front of Qin Yiren, you complained that he was incompetent. In the past three years, Qin Yiren and his men have been starving, they can't even eat their fill, how can they have the energy to practice martial arts?

  "Gongzi forgive the crime." Meng Zhao begged for mercy, and together with Ma Ge and Fan Tong, they began to flay, their movements very practiced.

  "Master, speak quickly." Miao'er hadn't forgotten Qin Yiren's killing of the big yellow dog and curiously urged him on.

  The ferocity of the big yellow dog, who doesn't know, who isn't aware? Even Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong, those sharp soldiers of Qin, were helpless, but Qin Yi Ren actually succeeded.

  If that were all, they wouldn't be so curious. What makes them most curious is that Qin Yiren quietly and without any movement killed the big yellow dog.

  If it were Meng Zhao, Ma Gai or Fan Tong who had done this, never mind whether they would have succeeded or not, even if they had succeeded, they would still have caused quite a stir, and it wouldn't be as quiet as Qin Yiren's case, who didn't make the slightest noise, which is why people are curious.

  "This is what happened..." Qin Yiren began to recount the events.

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  Qin Yiren put on Meng Zhao's smelly boots and rushed out of the house to the front yard.

  The big yellow dog was wagging its tail from a distance, making "woo woo" flattering sounds, shaking its head and swinging its tail, which was in stark contrast to the ferocious appearance of baring its teeth at Qin Yi during the day. What's even more unbelievable is that a pair of dog eyes were staring widely at the smelly boots.

  Qin Yiren approached, threw a smelly boot in front of the big yellow dog. The big yellow dog let out a loud bark and pounced on it, its two front paws holding down the stinky boot as if it were a fragrant roasted chicken, opening its mouth wide to take a big bite.

  On one side, he was chewing with relish, on the other, his eyes were narrowed to a slit, as if this smelly boot, which smelled worse than feces, was a delicacy.

  Qin Yiren slowly approached, and saw that the bony right hand was reaching out to touch the big yellow dog. The big yellow dog only let out a few symbolic whimpers, then allowed Qin Yiren to stroke its head.

  Not only that, but the big yellow dog also licked Qin Yiren's palm a few times, with a flattering expression.

  "You dead dog, see if you dare bare your teeth at me again." Qin Yiren pinched the big yellow dog's ear and began to scold.

  "Woof woof!" The big yellow dog hung its head and closed its eyes, its front paws firmly pressing down on the stinky boots, as if afraid that Qin Yiren would snatch away its delicious treat.

  "How dare you bare your teeth at me, you dead dog! You have a big dog's gall!" Qin Yiren patted the dog's head, and the big yellow dog narrowed its eyes, its head stretched out towards Qin Yiren with an air of being ready to be beaten or scolded.

  Looked about right, Qin Yiren opened the iron chain, shook his hand and threw the other smelly boot forward with a dry branch.

  "Woof!" The big yellow dog barked loudly, threw away the smelly boot that was pressed under its paw, and pounced on it, taking a big bite.

  Qin Yiren used a withered branch to lift up the smelly boot that had been chewed on before and threw it towards the back yard. The big yellow dog threw away the smelly boot under its paws and rushed over.

  In this way, Qin Yiren kept throwing smelly boots without stopping, and the big yellow dog was led to the backyard.

  In the backyard, Qin Yiren threw away the withered branches and hugged the dog's head with both hands, rubbing it repeatedly. The big yellow dog rubbed its head against Qin Yiren's body, making a flattering and happy barking sound.

  Suddenly, Qin Yiren revealed a ferocious intent and used all his might, his two hands fiercely pinching.

  "Crack!" A clear cracking sound of bones breaking, the big yellow dog didn't even have time to let out a cry before it fell to the ground, twitched for a moment, and then was completely still.

  Qin Yiren was originally starving and had no strength, after struggling for so long, his energy was exhausted. He sat on the cold ground, panting for a while, and finally recovered a bit of energy before going to call Meng Zhao.

  Meng Zhao slept too soundly and couldn't be woken, so Qin Yiren had to say "time to eat meat", who would have thought that Meng Zhao, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly jumped up and woke up.

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  "Really, young master? Does this smelly shoe really have such a wonderful use?" Hei Bo and the others were incredulous, their faces full of surprise.

  "That's it." Qin Yiren replied very firmly.

  If you observe life carefully, you will find that dogs especially like smelly socks and smelly shoes. What is the reason?

  That's because of lactic acid.

  The human body's metabolism secretes lactic acid, which is excreted through sweat. Long-unwashed smelly socks and shoes accumulate a lot of lactic acid, which is just what dogs find delicious.

  Qin Yi's method doesn't say it clearly and seems very mysterious. Once it's said through, that's all there is to it. As long as you observe life more often, anyone can think of it.

  "Sir, why did you use my boots? No wonder they're all wet and soggy, just like they've been washed." Meng Zhao figured out why his boots were so wet - it was the big yellow dog's saliva.

  "Who else's boots are smellier than yours." Meng Zhao was notorious for his stinky feet, so who else's smelly boots would Qin Yi use?

  Anyway, this is a great thing, Meng Zhao and others are particularly happy, working hard, soon the big yellow dog was cleaned up, cut into small pieces, and thrown into the pot to stew.

  Qin Yiren and his friends were really starving, they ate it clean when it was still half-cooked.

  Everyone cheered with delight, as if this was the most delicious food they had ever tasted in their lives.

  What's even more outrageous is that Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong all drank the dog blood. In their own words, what's the big deal? Back in the day when they were fighting wars, they even drank horse urine, so dog blood was a delicacy!

  "Hic!" Qin Yiren let out a hiccup, feeling extremely relieved, and went back into the house to sleep.

  "Finally can have a good sleep." He Bo, Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong and Mo Er also ate comfortably and went back to their respective rooms to sleep.

  This was their most satisfying meal in three days, they must have slept soundly.

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  The next day, Zhao Ping had just woken up and was still on the couch when a red-clad little official rushed in: "Sir, something's wrong! The big yellow one is gone!"

  "What? Dahuang is gone?" Zhao Ping hastily sat up.

  "Yes, we've searched the entire yard and can't find any trace of Dahuang." The little official in red clothes hesitated and said: "However, we smelled a strong dog meat fragrance in the backyard, could it be that Dahuang..."

  "Who is so bold? How dare you eat the meat of Da Huang?" Zhao Ping's anger rose from his heart, and he jumped down from the couch, wearing soft boots, and rushed out in a rage.

  Not yet in the backyard, a fragrant dog meat aroma came rushing to his nose. Zhao Ping shouted: "Qin Yiren, it must be you who did this good deed, I won't forgive you!"