In the polar night area, the night is filled with darkness, but the stars in the sky are very bright.
Li Shu, Qian Rongjie, Su Zhizhe and others walked into the snow on the right side with their pets, bodyguards, Uncle York and another Inuit named "Naruba" - they were going to find the buried fermented food. Pickled puffin.
Pickled puffins - a fermented food made by the Inuit people in the Arctic. They killed more than a hundred puffins and a seal, stuffed the puffins into the seal's stomach and buried them all in the ground. After one to three years, they Digging out every year, most of the hundreds of feathered puffins are fermented.
For the Inuit, pickled puffin is a top delicacy, so when Li Shu asked to try the pickled puffin made by "Naruba", the latter was reluctant, but when Li Shu said that he could pay When they paid 1,000 crowns, the latter immediately beamed and said that he could give them 50 pickled puffins.
"Fifty of them are enough for us." Li Shu followed everyone as they walked in the snow, beams of flashlights shining in all directions. The team of more than a dozen people looked quite chaotic, except for the cold wind blowing the snow. There was the rustle of grains and the crunch of snow as people stepped on it.
Jing's second child is holding the little girl, while Jing's third child is holding the big orange cat. The big orange cat's claws were caught by a sea crab before, and now they are several times bigger.
"Big orange cat, are your claws okay?" Li Shu said to the big orange cat nestled in Jing Laosan's arms as he walked.
"Meow~" [I hate crabs!]
"Haha." Seeing the angry look of the big orange cat, Li Shu couldn't help laughing, and said: "Don't be angry, big orange cat. The crab that pinched your claw was caught, steamed, and then eaten by you. ."
Li Shu suddenly reached out and touched the big orange cat's paw that was swollen several times. The big paw was quite cute. The big orange cat was dissatisfied and withdrew its paw to prevent him from touching it.
Su Zhizhe, who was walking slightly ahead, was talking to "Naruba" through the translator "Uncle York". Uncle York was the housekeeper of the three-story wooden building, and now also works part-time as a tour guide for Li Shu and others, earning 200 kroner a day. The tour guide fee is almost equivalent to 200 yuan.
"Naluba" is the owner of the pickled puffin. He is taking Li Shu and others to find the pickled puffin that he buried underground two years ago.
"Naruba, how did you ensure that the pickled puffins you buried in the wild were not discovered by other people in Ruzik City?" Qian Rongjie asked suddenly out of curiosity.
If the pickled puffins that you worked so hard to make are poached by others, wouldn't it be used as wedding clothes for others
Li Shu, Su Zhizhe and others all looked at Naruba, they were also curious about this question.
Uncle York quickly translated, and Naruba grinned confidently, his big yellow teeth instantly exposed to the air: "Of course I have my own methods, but I won't tell you foreigners."
If you don't tell, don't tell, but soon Li Shu, Su Zhizhe and others guessed his so-called "method", because - he himself couldn't find the place where he buried the pickled puffin, and wandered around in the snow for several times. The little girl's nose was frozen.
Su Zhizhe looked at the footprints on the ground and said while arranging his girlfriend Yao Li's scarf: "What you call a way not to be discovered by others is to forget the burial place yourself, right?"
Uncle York: "... ".
Li Shu and others: “… “.
"Hahaha." The laughter instantly spread in the snow under the dark night, loud and long.
"Who said I couldn't find it!" Naruba was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. After listening to Uncle York's translation, he jumped angrily. Then he quickened his pace and searched nearby, muttering in his mouth: "It's just time." Tai Chang’s memory is a bit blurry, and it’s all due to the damn dark night. If it had been a bright day, I would have found it long ago.”
Sudden.
"Naruba", who was looking for the place to pickle the puffins, his eyes lit up and he ran south quickly, and everyone followed him.
"I found it. My pickled puffin is buried there. I remember that big piece..." Before Naruba could finish his words, his foot slipped and his head was thrown straight towards the ground.
This side is a hilly area covered with ice and snow, and there happens to be a hard stone that protrudes more than 20 centimeters from the ground corresponding to Naruba's head.
If it were hit hard this time, I am afraid that Naruba would be half disabled at least, or die on the spot at worst.
"Oh God! Danger!" Uncle York couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Save him quickly!".
“Oh my God!“.
Brush~
Just when the back of Naruba's head was only 1 centimeter away from the stone on the ground, Jing Laosan rushed to him at a very fast speed and pulled him up.
"#@%#@%... "Naruba looked back at the stones on the ground, his lips trembling with fear, and his eyes looking at Jing Laosan were full of gratitude.
Uncle York translated and said to Jing Laosan: "Naruba said that you are his savior and he will always pray for you."
A playful smile appeared on the corner of Jing Laosan's mouth, and he said: "Naruba, can you treat us to pickled puffins for free?"
Uncle York translated Jing Laosan's words to Naruba, who was silent for a moment, thinking that this life-saving feeling didn't seem to be very important.
"Okay, let's dig for the pickled puffins." Li Shu said with a smile.
"Yes, yes, dig quickly." Uncle York also felt slightly embarrassed and urged Naruba to dig quickly.
The pickled puffin was buried under the snow. After clearing the snow, I saw a hole in the frozen soil. There was a dead seal in the hole. I dragged the seal out and cut it open with a knife. Instantly, a faint smell of decay spread out.
"Fortunately it's winter. If it were summer, the smell would have been much greater." Qian Rongjie said dully, covering his nose with his hand.
Hundreds of puffins fermented in the seal's stomach were taken out. The puffins, which were as big as a chicken, had wet black hair. Naruba easily removed the puffin's skin and tore it off from the reddish bird's legs. A bit of bird meat is stuffed into the mouth and chewed.
“@#%#@/… …” Naruba’s face was full of intoxication.
Uncle York translated: "Naruba said that the puffin is well fermented and very delicious."
Li Shu had previously given Naruba 1,000 kronor, and as agreed the latter gave them 50 pickled puffins. They stood in the snow and distributed one pickled puffin to each person. After that, they packed the remaining 30 pickled puffins. In the packaging bag, Jing Laoer is carrying it.
Li Shu tore off a piece of marinated puffin leg meat, stared at the 3cm long meat strips that looked like beef, and then stuffed the meat strips into his mouth.
"The taste is pretty good, a bit bland, but with a little sweetness after natural fermentation." Li Shu commented.
"A bit like rabbit meat." said the little girl.
"It's quite delicious." Yao Li also said, but after taking two bites, she handed the puffin in her hand to Su Zhizhe. After the latter took two more bites, he threw the puffin on the ground. Naruba threw it The puffin on the ground picked it up, "sucked" it and ate it, making a slurping sound.
"It tastes much better than I imagined." Qian Rongjie also said, but in an instant he saw the way Naruba was eaten and almost vomited it out.
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