Unknowingly, the time has come to twelve midnight.
The next day has arrived, Ding Wei Day in the Wuwu month of the Wuyin Year, June 29, 1998 in the Gregorian calendar.
Lin Shuo will never forget this day because it is the anniversary of his father's death.
In this world, the heavy rain in the forest still didn't last until this day, and it has stopped now.
Lin Shuo squatted on a branch in a forest at the foot of the mountain, feeling that something was wrong.
If things continue like this, then this day will be Lin Shuo's death day at the age of nineteen.
Just after the heavy rain, the surrounding air is particularly fresh.
And after fighting continuously, although his body was fine and the consumption was not great, his body overheated after all.
Without the cooling of the rain, the sweat can't be stopped, and my own body odor is constantly exuding out along the sweat glands.
This means that the old man will soon find himself.
And to avoid the old man's sense of smell, he had to go to the leeward side.
It's just that leeward is a relative concept of orientation, Lin Shuo must know where the old man is now.
The methods of finding enemies in the mountains and forests of the Lin family have been handed down from generation to generation, and my old man knows it too. I know where the old man is, and the old man knows where I am, so there is no solution.
Another way is to keep moving at all times, and try to keep a certain distance from the old man on the premise that both the old man and the old man know where the other is.
If this is done, physical strength will be a problem, and this kind of mobile attrition war is the specialty of righteous brother Zhang Lianhai.
Lin Shuo thought about it in his mind, and found that nothing was right.
In the forest with Lin Leshan, Miao Guangqi, and Zhang Lianhai, he had no chance of winning by himself.
Lin Shuo let out a long breath, smiled self-deprecatingly, and jumped down from the tree under his feet.
Since it's useless to think too much, then don't think about it at all.
Since my father passed away, I have grown in all aspects in the past ten years, but one thing has never changed.
That is to protect the people close to him, rather than die.
Lin Shuo believed that even if he returned this body to the nineteen-year-old Lin Shuo in this world, he would do the same.
Since it was such a situation, the nineteen-year-old Lin Shuo would die generously, so why would he be reluctant.
Perhaps, this is what the female security officer called the fragility of human beings.
The leader of the hunting gate looked slightly contemptuous, and said to himself: "You know what a fart you are."
As soon as he finished saying this, Lin Shuo quickly clasped his fists to the sky and explained, "Fifth Madam, I don't mean to say this to you."
After explaining, Lin Shuo brought the backpack behind him to him and rummaged through it a bit.
Lin Shuo's bag is not the waterproof bag that Miao Chengyun and the others carry.
He directly occupied the body of nineteen-year-old Lin Shuo, and the bag on his body was naturally also carried by Lin Shuo at that time.
At that time, hunter equipment was not that advanced. The so-called backpack was a canvas bag, which was not waterproof, but the dry food in the bag was wrapped in plastic bags.
There are two kinds of dry food, one is dried yak meat, which is regarded as the staple food of the Lin family, and the other is fried peanut kernels, which are used to renew life in emergencies and are not used at ordinary times.
Looking at the situation in the bag now, Lin Shuo regretted it a little.
Previously, he slightly underestimated the father-in-law, Miao Guangqi, and thought he could settle the matter with a single battle. As a result, he was greedy and ate too much, and ate up all three pieces of yak jerky.
Now I was hungry and wanted to find something to rest my stomach on, but there was only one packet of peanuts left in my bag.
Unfortunately, there was only one bag of peanuts left, and the plastic bag was shaken apart because of Lin Shuo's violent fight with someone before.
Peanuts soaked in the rain, tasteless when chewed in the mouth, and the salt was washed away by the rain.
Lin Shuo shook his head, thinking that he should not be too sorry for his nineteen-year-old self, since death is imminent, at least give the child a good meal.
Just now, I ran for a while in the heavy rain, and there was a lot of distance between me and the three pursuers. It would take a while for them to follow up.
In this case, let's get something delicious first.
As for the best food around here, Lin Shuo is familiar with it.
The hazel pheasant with flower tail is the best among mountain delicacies, and it is extremely rare.
The second is donkeys. Donkeys are not uncommon now, but they are all domestic meat donkeys, and wild donkeys themselves are very rare.
Lin Shuo wanted to have a good meal right now, so he had to have both.
Among them, eat less hazel chicken to taste, and more donkey meat to fill your stomach, each has its own effect.
Lin Shuo was already familiar with the Kunlun Mountains, so hunting was a little bit pre-planned.
Especially after the heavy rain, it is even easier. The animals also know how to take shelter from the rain, and they are all huddled in their habitats at the moment.
Either in a cave or under a big tree, it's easy to find, and there are a group of them at one end.
So the preparation time for Lin Shuo's meal was only about ten minutes.
It's a rare death, don't hurt yourself, two hazel pheasants, one wild donkey.
In addition to the main ingredients, Lin Shuo also picked a lot of fresh mushrooms.
The best matsutake just grows under the pine tree after the rain.
There are these three top-level ingredients. If it was at home, Lin Shuo could spend a day slowly serving them, and ensured that when they were finally brought to the dining table for his wife and children to eat, he would want to swallow them all with his tongue.
Conditions are not allowed at the moment, and time is limited, so he can only put three things together, wash and peel them off, to save trouble.
But no matter how tight the time is, you must respect the characteristics of the ingredients, otherwise it will be ruined.
Lin Shuo looked through his backpack again, and finally found something good.
In addition to the seasoning bottles that the Lin family would definitely carry with them, Lin Shuo also found a small jar of rice wine sealed in clay.
Shaoxing Huadiao, Lin Shuo liked to drink this kind of wine very much later on, but Lin Shuo at the age of nineteen did not know how to drink, and he carried this jar of wine for the old man at that time.
Fortunately, after three fights, the wine jar was not broken, and the mud seal was covered with plastic sheets, so the rain did not enter.
The wine jar is very small, not much bigger than a fist. It is definitely not satisfying to drink with Lin Shuo's drinking capacity, but if it is used as cooking wine, it is great.
The flowertail hazel chicken is a top-quality ingredient, and it is useless to eat it roasted. It can be eaten as a soup or steamed, and it must be fresh and tender.
So after cleaning it with stream water, marinate it with salt and rice wine, and then stuff it into the donkey's belly.
After that, put a layer of cooking wine on the donkey, a layer of sprinkles, and set it up to roast the whole thing.
In this way, the hazel chicken is not exposed to open flames in the donkey's stomach, and is steamed by the moisture of the donkey meat itself, which can preserve the deliciousness to the maximum extent.
While roasting the donkey, Lin Shuo cut a stone slab with his bare hands, turned the roasting rod with one hand, and waited by the campfire with the slate in the other.
When the fat in the donkey meat was forced out by the open fire, Lin Shuo caught it with a stone slab when it dripped down.
When there is a layer of oil on the slate, put the sliced matsutake on the slate to fry.
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Lin Shuo was cooking at the foot of the mountain, and Miao Chengyun on the top of the mountain couldn't stand it any longer.
He said to the hooked snake: "Why did you give birth to a foodie?"
"Then can you blame me?" Hooked Snake was very displeased after hearing this: "His father is a foodie, so he will let his father do as he pleases."
"No, when is this? This kid still wants to eat when he is about to die?" Miao Chengyun was furious, and muttered, "The key is that this kid is still very good at living, and he is doing well. I'm hungry."
"Then you must be greedy." Hooked Snake said, "This dish is exquisite."
"What's the point?"
"Have you ever heard an old saying? It's called dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat on the ground."
"Of course I've heard of it." Miao Chengyun said, "He just bought a wild donkey. It's not like I haven't eaten donkey meat before. It's good, but that's all."
"Did you see the two pheasants he stuffed into the donkey's belly?"
"See clearly, there are two."
"Nonsense, did I ask you the number? I asked if you have seen the breed of pheasant clearly."
"Isn't it just a pheasant, can it go to heaven?"
"You are right, this kind of pheasant can indeed go to the sky.
This is called Huawei Hazel Chicken, also known as Flying Dragon Bird.
The so-called heavenly dragon meat refers to this kind of meat.
The dragon meat in the sky, the donkey meat on the ground, Lin Shuo got them both together, and the donkey meat was stuffed with dragon meat, so this dish is called Dibaotian.
Don't talk about you, I'm hungry. "
"Then why don't the two of us go down for a meal?" Miao Chengyun asked.
"Are you stupid? I'm so big now, I can't taste this bit of mosquito meat. As for you, can you, a Jiuyin Yuanshen, eat something?"
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Lin Shuo didn't know how the couple were chatting on the mountain, but now his attention was all on the donkey.
It takes at least four hours to roast a whole donkey to perfection, and to cook the hazel chicken inside.
This time is enough for Lin Shuo to die a hundred times.
Lin Shuo had no choice but to use his cooking skills to control the fire and speed up the cooking.
Once he starts manipulating the power of nature, the old man is compatible with water and fire, and has a strong sensitivity to Lihuo. Although Lin Shuo's current manipulation is very subtle, he is likely to be aware of it.
But Lin Shuo no longer considered this factor, because the bonfire at the foot of the Midnight Mountain was big enough.
If there is no accident, the three hunters who stand at the top of the world of human cultivation are rushing over.
Whether this meal can be eaten or not depends on fate after all.
This is also the reason why Lin Shuo picked the matsutake by hand, because the dragon meat in the sky and the donkey meat on the ground may not be really edible, but at least the stone plate fried matsutake can be eaten while cooking.
There is still a small half of the rice wine left, a small sip of cold wine with a piece of hot matsutake.
The matsutake is well-cooked, and it still has some toughness when chewed. The fragrance is accompanied by the aroma of the wine, and it is delicious.
After eating seven pieces of matsutake, the stomach does not feel much, but the feeling of eating is there.
Lin Shuo wiped the oil on his mouth and stopped manipulating the campfire.
At this moment, "Wearing the Wind and Identifying Position" told him that the two father-in-law and brother-in-law had moved closer to each other, and they were only about one kilometer away from him.
As for his father, Lin Leshan, he should be in the woods on the northern hillside, where the wind is now leeward, Lin Shuo can't smell it, but he can guess it.
The three of them should have stopped and were observing this side.
Before the three of them came to fight, Lin Shuo reached out and pulled off a piece of donkey meat, and chewed it in his mouth.
The dragon meat and the donkey meat are still short of breath, but there is no time.
He shook the wine jar in his hand, raised his neck and drank it down, then threw the wine jar to the ground, and stood up:
"bring it on."
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