Rebirth: I Became a Maggot 2

So I took Dafu and continued on our way. Because I drank too much last night, I woke up late today, and with this delay, it's almost noon now.

You usually can't eat much the day after you're drunk. I only had a small sip of some hangover tea and a little bit of pizza this morning, and now I'm so hungry and weak.

Although I was in a hurry, I still needed to eat. Luckily, I've turned into a fly now, and I'm no longer like that maggot body where everything was so troublesome.

Now that we can fly, our need for food isn't as urgent as before. If we get hungry, we can just fly further away and get something to eat earlier.

I'm not a very picky person. As long as it's not disgusting and I can eat it, it's fine.

Feeling hungry, I asked Dafu, who was sitting next to me, "Dafu, aren't you hungry?"

"Are you hungry, 12 cents?" Dafu immediately realized and asked.

"Yeah, we didn't eat much this morning, and now it's almost lunchtime. Let's go find something to eat," I suggested.

"Okay, but what should we go find to eat?" Dafu asked, looking around with a puzzled expression.

"Ah, look! There's a pile of cow dung, and it looks warm. Let's go eat some!" Dafu exclaimed happily when he suddenly saw a pile of cow dung.

Holy crap, I'm practically a fly now, what can't I eat? Why would I eat that stuff? It's so disgusting, how am I supposed to eat it? I wouldn't eat it when I was a maggot, and now that I can fly, why would I eat it?

I'd rather die than go. Let whoever wants to go go, go ahead. I'm not going.

Now that rural areas have become modernized, almost all farm work is done by machines, and very few people raise cattle anymore, so how come there's still cow dung?

That's no longer within my consideration. Anyway, I don't want to touch that thing at all, not even smell it.

Speaking of cow dung, it reminds me of some funny things that happened when we were kids. We were young and didn't know any better, so a lot of mischievous kids liked to play together.

Then we would sell a few torpedoes for one yuan each. Back then, a torpedo cost one yuan, but now it would probably cost at least five yuan.

You can imagine how enormous its power was, especially considering that money was extremely precious back then, unlike children today who can easily have a hundred-dollar bill.

Back then, five yuan was a huge sum of money.

Buying a torpedo is like buying an atomic bomb, even more awesome. It's not just a torpedo, it's a work of art. We'll keep it in our hands and play with it for a long time.

It should only be set off when the most suitable location for its explosion is found, so that the explosion is meaningful, artistic, cultured, and leaves a lasting impression.

Because once the torpedo went off, two bags of spicy strips worth 50 cents each would be gone. Back then, spicy strips were definitely a powerful tool for bribing people around you.

Whether you could become a mountain king depended on how many spicy strips you had. If you wanted to have good friends or isolate a little kid, spicy strips were absolutely the only currency, even more valuable than the US dollar. Of course, back then we didn't know what the US dollar was.

We took the torpedo and searched everywhere for a suitable place to detonate it. I vaguely remember that I was like an emperor on an outing among the children, while my companions were like civil and military officials.

For a hundred years, they've followed me around, offering suggestions on where to set them off. Some even suggested putting them in a pond to create splashes, saying it would be so beautiful.

Some people say you should cover it with a jelly box and then blow it up; the box will instantly shatter into pieces, that's exciting!

Others say to blow up bamboo. You dig a small hole in the middle of the bamboo, put a torpedo in, and with a loud bang, the bamboo breaks. How awesome is that?

I listened to the suggestions and opinions of my officials, like an emperor, while secretly wondering what to blow up. This was the only one.

It must be fried in a way that is extraordinary, unique, and unforgettable, so that they will all remember me as their one and only king.

Just as we were having a heated discussion, an adult led a cow past us. But as it walked past, the cow suddenly stopped and defecated right in front of us.

A cow is a cow. That's why we use cow to describe something awesome, instead of something as fierce as a lion or tiger.

That shows that there are still many aspects to consider when talking about cows.

Right in front of us, the cow defecated a pile of cow dung the size of a washbasin.

How big is that washbasin? It's a normal washbasin used for washing your face at home, and it can hold at least two basketballs.

It's easy to imagine how big that basin was. Because it had just been expelled from the body, there was still white steam rising from it, indicating that it was still quite hot.

Just then, a friend next to me suddenly said, "Why don't we blow that thing up?"

My adventurous and challenging move immediately won everyone's unanimous approval.

I was also astonished by the unprecedentedly huge cow dung in front of me. What would happen if it were to explode?

So I nodded my head, which was as noble as an emperor's.

Then the whole scene became lively. All I had to do was hold the torpedo and direct everyone to get ready, while my comrades below started getting busy.

What are they busy with? Of course, they're busy finding the best spots to watch! This is an unprecedentedly grand spectacle! After finding their hiding places, they'll go and light the fuse.

The person who was excluded from detonating the torpedoes was undoubtedly like Guan Rong, who was holding the Olympic torch – something everyone dreams of.

So someone quickly found me a hiding place. Actually, I didn't need a hiding place; I just hid by the haystack by the roadside.

In our time, the most popular and most well-received movies were those about the War of Resistance Against Japan. Influenced by these films, we often liked to lie on the grass like the Red Army soldiers on TV and observe the situation outside as if we were observing enemy positions.

After finding a good spot, I gave the torpedo to my best friend and told him to plant it right in the middle of the cow dung. After receiving the torpedo, the guy gave me a standard military salute and shouted that he would complete the mission.

Then the guy slowly walked towards the cow dung. After gesturing on it for a long time, he stuck it in the very center. After looking at it a few more times to make sure it wasn't crooked, he felt he had perfectly completed his task.