Qiu Juan didn't lie in his arms for a while, and then slipped out from under his arms with his head buried. He picked up the scattered things on the ground: "Go back, mother will worry later."
The subfemale ran away, with a shy and clear back, like such a good boy, he still couldn't understand why Kong Jia didn't cherish it, and insisted on going around, is it just to show how attractive he is
But no matter what, with him around one day in the future, he will not let that son of a bitch Kongjia hurt Qiu Juan again, nor will he have the opportunity to sit on the chief position. Can a male with such a character be managed? Regardless of the good tribe, if such a day really happened, it must be a great hidden danger to Qiu Juan.
A look of fierceness flashed in the male's eyes, and there are four words called Fangchang in the future... …
"Why don't you go!" Qiu Juan had already run a long way: "You haven't walked this road, hurry up and follow, don't get lost!"
Ya female didn't hear the footsteps behind her, she looked back at the male who was still stuck in place, and stopped to wait for him. In fact, he was still a little worried that Meng Sheng would go back to find Kong Jia again. After all, he just said that orchids are beautiful, so he would jump Down the cliff with the male he picked.
He also didn't understand why Meng Sheng treated him so well.
Is it because he is too enthusiastic and kind, or because he is too pitiful to make him sympathize. But in any case, his sympathy did not embarrass himself.
"coming."
Meng Sheng followed quickly, skipping the topic that both of them were unhappy with just now.
"It's already noon. Aunt Luo should wait for you to go back for dinner. I have to prepare it myself when I go back."
Qiu Juan said: "Wash the meat and eat it, it won't waste much work."
"I only like cooked food."
Qiu Juan smiled: "You are really picky, I can eat both raw and cooked. But the cooked food you asked your mother to bring back last time seems to be really good."
Meng Sheng nodded: "I have already taught Aunt Luo the method, and she can make it for you again."
As he said that, he suddenly remembered that he went to Qiu Juan's cave today, and he didn't seem to have any food stored, so he asked, "By the way, do you still have meat at home?"
"I distributed a lot of food in the food distribution field in the past two days. I haven't finished eating yet. My feet can walk normally. I will go hunting in two days, no problem."
Meng Shengwu responded by himself, and the two chatted for a while, but soon returned to the cave, so they parted ways at the entrance of the cave, and Meng Sheng returned to his cave with a lot of wild fruits in his arms.
When he went back, he first set up a big fire, boiled water and stewed the meat. In fact, he wanted to eat roasted meat at noon, but the stewed meat was much more worry-free. He didn’t have to turn the roasted meat back and forth. Now he was anxious to plant the newly dug lemons and peppers , if planted well, the future dietary conditions can be greatly improved.
Pick off the larger lemons and peppers from the branches, so as not to absorb too much water, and the branches will not be able to live. After picking off the large fruits on the branches, only a few green leaves are left. The astringent fruit was hanging on it, so he took his universal machete and went out to loosen the soil and dig the ground.
Looking for a place next to the chicken pen, he used a machete to pry up the solid soil, turned over a small piece of land, planed the nest and watered the seedlings, all in one go. In the circle door, I went to the chicken pen to shovel a few lumps of chicken droppings and used them as fertilizer. It can be said that I did my best for a few small seedlings.
The pheasants squatting on the chicken coop and hatching eggs clucked dissatisfiedly when they saw him enter the chicken coop.
"Take this as your own home so soon?"
Meng Sheng snorted and threw a berry into the chicken coop.
The pheasant took a bite of the berries, then cooed twice, raised its head to express that it didn't like to eat it, and squatted proudly back to its chicken coop.
"Tsk tsk, it seems that you still don't know the hardships of life. Let's see how long you can be arrogant." With a snap, he inserted the wooden stake.
When we returned to the cave, the meat in the pot was just boiling, and we could already smell some meaty aroma. The stone pot was thick, and it was always inconvenient to cook. Not only did it cost a lot of firewood, but the pot was also very unsightly.
His stone pot was chiseled together with an ax and a sharp stone, and it was passable. The last time I saw Zhong Yang’s house, it was even more horrible. It’s not easy to smash a pot with a stone. It's no wonder that it takes a long time for a powerful male to have a breath to assist.
This time, the last bit of fresh meat was boiled in the pot, and the other meat had already been marinated. He was fine in the afternoon, and he was going to take out the marinated meat and smoke it into bacon. eat.
What he stewed was a piece of leg bone. In order to cook the soup in the stew pot, he smashed the leg bone and put the meat into a stone bowl. While it was boiling hot, he ate a few pieces with a small knife. Yes, the soup is also very clear, but if it can be stewed with pepper and ginger, it will definitely be fragrant.
It seems that he has to go out and look around more when he has time, to see if he can find these things.
After eating half a catty of meat, he put the wild vegetables sent by Qiu Juan into the pot with wooden sticks and chopsticks and scalded them. He has always had a habit of eating these green leafy vegetables, that is, to eat them in boiling water. Pick it up right away, the dish is crispy and delicious.
After a leisurely lunch, he fell down in the cave and wanted to take a nap, but when he woke up again, the sun was already in the west.
He quickly got up and slept all afternoon. His whole body was sore and his rattling bones twisted. He went outside the cave and built a circle with stones. He lit a fire in it. A few small trees were made into a shelf, and they were inserted on top of the stone circle. It was just right to smoke the bacon on it.
After finishing the rack for bacon, he went to cut a lot of cypress branches that he had hoped for a long time.
There is still a lot of meat in the cave. He roasted it in three batches. He was afraid that he would put too much on it at one time and break the wooden stick. The first batch was mainly smoked pork, and he had eaten a lot of them these days. meat, but his favorite is pork. Of course, he also likes mutton and beef, but he hasn't hunted much.
These animals belonged to relatively weak existences in the primitive world. They were not as ostentatious as wild beasts, and they were good at hiding. It was normal for him not to encounter them.
When the fire was almost ignited and there were only some coals left, he threw the cypress branches on the fire. After a while, thick white smoke came out, just smoking the bacon on the shelf.
In fact, it is best to smoke the meat in a closed space, which is much more efficient and tastes good, but the conditions are poor, so he can only make do with it.
The bacon had to be watched, for fear that the meat would burn, so he didn’t run far. He looked at the planted lemon peppers and teased the chickens. The sky darkened quickly, and it was only because he had slept for too long. Otherwise, the first batch of meat must be smoked before dark.
After dark, the temperature outside the cave was very low. After he returned to the cave and changed his clothes, it was quite warm to sit by the bacon fire, but it was too close to smoke his eyes. After staying for a while, he I couldn't help it, so I went back to the cave to start a fire.
Just as the fire was lit, the pheasants outside the cave suddenly clucked and screamed. He dropped the firewood and jumped out quickly.
Through the gap in the chicken coop, he saw pheasants jumping up and down inside, and a black shadow was staring at the pheasants inside through a layer of wood.
"Okay! It's even delivered to your door!"
He turned around and went into the cave, picked up the machete, approached it with light steps, and got closer. With the faint light of the fire, he saw clearly that it was a thylacine.
The prey he saw the Tang family brothers hunted in the food distribution field before was this kind of wolf. It was not big, about the same size as ordinary wolves, but it was very ferocious.
Even though he approached cautiously, the sharp thylacine still found him, staring at him with a pair of faint green eyes.
"Tsk, it's still a hungry wolf." The thylacine bared its sharp teeth, saliva flowed down its jaw, stepped back from the chicken coop, and suddenly ran towards him at top speed.
With a "chi", the thylacine whimpered, and Meng Sheng wiped the blood on the back of his hand: "How powerful I am."
He looked at the pheasant in the chicken pen, but luckily the chicken pen was strong enough to prevent the thylacine from rushing in, but it also scared the pheasant enough that it is still shaking its feathers.
"Look, it's dead." Meng Sheng threw the thylacine beside the chicken pen and clapped his hands.
He went over and turned over the meat. The bacon already had a layer of black, and it should be almost ready after roasting for a while.
If there were no sparks just now, it is estimated that the thylacine would have taken the meat away and would not have messed with the pheasant.
He stayed outside this time, waiting for the meat to be smoked and packed before returning to the cave.