Alpine Russulas are red in color, and some mushrooms are about to dry up, and even turn dark red in color, as if they are stained with blood, which looks a bit shocking.
According to the laws of nature, this bright color is the warning that mushrooms give to other animals: If you look so bright, it is obviously poisonous. If you dare to eat me, I will poison you to death.
But Alpine Russula is a special case. It is edible, and from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, it nourishes yin and blood, and is especially suitable for women and the elderly.
The group of people, like Japanese soldiers clearing landmines, searched through the surrounding pine forest, and then took out a small backpack of red mushrooms.
The Maori are also experts in surviving in the wild. Aturu looked at these red mushrooms and said: "The thick ones can be roasted, the dry ones can be stewed, and the small ones can be fried. Damn it, I feel a little thirsty just thinking about it. Drool."
The young president said in surprise: "We just finished eating and your mouth is watering?"
Aturu nodded happily and said: "Haven't you heard a sentence? Maori eat two meals a day, one meal for half a day. We can eat all day long, so even if we stay on an isolated island, we will not be disturbed. Nature weeds it out.”
After saying that, he whistled again, even more cheerfully.
Walking up the rugged mountain road, there are unexplored barren mountains and ridges, and there are no serious roads. Especially now that the mountains are covered with snow, it is very difficult to climb up the mountain.
Uncle Bing pulled little Shane and said, "Don't climb up. It's not necessary. The elk herds won't climb to the top of the mountain in such weather. They like to look for food along the foot of the mountain."
In the depth of winter, everything in the mountains and forests is full of sounds. The only sounds they make when walking on the snow and the voices of voices coming from time to time are the only sounds. There is no other sound, it is very quiet.
There is no pollution. The snow on the mountain is clean and pure white. It has been colder in the past few days and the temperature on the mountain is even lower. Some trees have ice edges hanging on them, which look as clear as crystal.
The sun is shining high, and the sunlight shines on the ice crystals, and the light shines. It has different colors from different angles, like colorful glass.
Wang Bo found a clean piece, broke it off and stuffed it into his mouth. The strong man took two steps back when he saw it, then ran and jumped up, opened his mouth to bite another hanging ice crystal.
As a result, the ice crystal hung on a thick branch. The mastiff did not bite it off, but pulled the branch. In this way, the entire crown of the tree was shaken, and the large and small ice crystals hanging on it fell one after another.
It was as if thousands of arrows had fallen to the ground. The strong man was startled and ran out screaming. Ice crystals hit his body in scattered pieces. The head of this thing was very sharp. It fell from the air and pierced its body. , it still hurts a lot.
The experience of the mastiff alerted the other cats and dogs, and a group of little guys calmed down and ran ahead to explore the road.
After walking for a while, the queen at the front suddenly raised her head and looked at the foot of the side mountain attentively. Her eyes were very focused, which was the gesture of discovering prey.
The strong man's hearing was even better. His big ears suddenly stood up, and he wanted to run away.
Wang Bo was worried that they would scare the deer away, so he quickly caught the strong man with his quick eyes and hands, and then waved to the queen, calling him and the little king back.
Eva looked at them as Wang Bo, Uncle Bing, Bowen, Charlie and others quietly walked down from the two wings.
Atulu was holding a shotgun and wanted to go down, but his belly was too big and he couldn't bend down. He walked a few steps without leaning down, but he almost slipped to the ground.
Seeing this, Wang Bo had no choice but to wave to him and signal him to go back and stay with his children.
Uncle Bing walked very fast. He walked on the hillside for a while and lay down behind a thick beech tree. Then he nodded to everyone and motioned for them to come closer.
Wang Bo quietly stood behind him, picked up the telescope and looked forward.
On a piece of snow, a dozen large deer and a few small deer were digging through the snow with their claws to find grass to eat. It was freezing cold at this time, and the grass on the mountain had dried up. They dug through the frozen soil to find grass roots.
However, after finding the grass roots and chewing them in their mouths for a few times, the deer spit them out. Uncle Bing whispered: "These guys must have eaten in the pasture not long ago. Look, they can't eat the wild grass roots."
There were large deer in this herd. Wang Bo held up his binoculars and tried to count them. As a result, the deer kept changing their positions. Even if they were not moving, they kept raising their heads and lowering their heads. It was very difficult to count the number of antlers on their heads.
Uncle Bing heard him reciting numbers over and over again and knew what he was doing. He came up to him and whispered: "The biggest one we hunt, Shi Shizhu, is a big guy worth taking the risk."
An elk's antlers have six branches, which means it is a big deer. It can grow up to fourteen branches. This deer is not only old, but also very strong. Such antlers are suitable for specimens to be hung in castles.
Wang Bo waved his hands to the left and right, signaling everyone not to act rashly. Then he gently pulled the trigger to load the SL8, and whispered to Uncle Bing, "I'll do this. I'll shoot."
Uncle Bing looked at him in shock: "Are you sure? There are still two hundred meters. Can you aim?"
The SL8 has a scope. Wang Bo feels that he can aim, but he will definitely not be able to hit it.
But this isn't hunting. He feels that he needs to train more. How can there be a natural sharpshooter? Isn't it all made by bullets
He stretched out his feet and kicked on the tree, resting the elbow of his left arm on his leg. He opened the butt of the SL8 and placed it on his right chest. He turned his head and took a deep breath. His eyes were fixed on the big deer that was walking. The fingers of his right hand slowly moved. Pulled the trigger...
"I am a stone, a stone, a stone that cannot breathe and has no temperature..."
After Uncle Bing heard Lao Wang's chanting, he was stunned for a moment. He turned to look at Lao Wang, and the expression on his face was so wonderful!
The old deer has experience. It is not unreasonable that it can survive until now. Even if the hunters are still two hundred meters away from it, it still feels something. After Wang Bo takes aim at it, it suddenly raises its head warily. Scan around.
"Fuck you rocks, I'm a marksman, let's go!"
Lao Wang muttered, took aim and pulled the trigger happily: "Bang!" "Bang!"
The two gunshots rang out almost at the same time. Wang Bo was startled and said, "Oh my god, why is this echo so fast?"
As soon as the gunfire rang out, the deer herd ran towards the east in the snow, in the same direction, and it was not the big deer that ran away first, but the big deer wrapping up the small deer. This way it can be seen that this is a regular army in the herd, and they should always be together. Life is about experience.
After finishing speaking, Wang Bo raised his binoculars and looked forward. At a glance, the grass roots and snow were empty, and all the deer had run away. However, diagonally in front of him, there was a big deer lying with long antlers on its head. Complex, it is that old deer!
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