I'm not a wild eater

As Mu Qing said, he took the fish basket and walked a little further in.

He untied the bamboo strips that fixed the inner and outer baskets, took out the inner basket, and knocked the outside of the outer basket against the river bank.

The fish baskets are full of live fish, if you pour them out at the water's edge, you might jump back into the river with a hard hop.

It's not like this never happened.

"Huh? They are all small fish."

Looking at the small fishes jumping around on the ground, most of them were as big as a thumb, Mu Qing seemed a little disappointed.

[It would be nice to have one, but I still think it's small. 】

[The current is so strong recently, the big fish have all swam away, right? 】

[It will grow up if you raise it, take it back to the creek and raise it with Tongyang crab. 】

[It swam away after raising it, and couldn't even eat the small fish. 】

[Is it because the fish basket is not done well, can't catch big fish? 】

[This kind of small fish is delicious, skewered, oiled on both sides, sprinkled with salt and cumin, hungry. 】

"It may be that the bait has too few holes to attract big fish."

"I'll improve them again."

Take out the mouse bone bait bag in the fish basket, tie a few branches inside with a stick, and wrap the bait through.

Muqing refolded the two fish baskets, fixed them with bamboo sticks, tied them to vines and put them back into the river.

A thin vine was drawn by the river, and seven or eight small fish were strung together.

"This way, after the fish are skewered, you don't have to worry about them running away when you dispose of them."

"The recent river is too muddy for washing food, let's go, let's go back to the stream to deal with these fish."

After dealing with the small fish, Mu Qing stopped by to fill up the empty mineral water bottle.

Back at the camp, Mu Qing put the backpack and the small fish aside.

Sitting on the bed anxiously, he took out the bamboo tube with rice balls soaked in olives and nectar.

First, I took a sip of the nectar, and then I took out an olive with chopsticks and ate it.

"In my budget, I would have been back to camp two hours earlier, and soaking in the creek mud took a lot more time than I expected."

"I didn't eat and I worked all morning. I was dizzy when I came back just now."

"It's obviously hypoglycemia. I'm going to sit here and eat a few more olives, and then I'll get something to eat."

After finishing speaking, Muqing noticed.

After being boiled, semi-dehydrated, and pickled, the olives are unexpectedly delicious.

It is completely in line with my own perception of candied fruit.

Putting two more olives into his mouth, Muqing stuffed the honey tube and jumped off the bed, taking out all the olives under the bed.

Chapter 67

The olives soaked in nectar are much more delicious than the ones that have been simply boiled, drained and dried in the sun. Mu Qing decided to make the rest into marinated olives.

I have half a basket here, and the trees on the leeward slope can continue to grow new ones. The existing nectar is definitely not enough to soak.

Counting the days, the last time I went to cut bamboo was four days ago.

If the mouse trap is fruitful, it is almost enough to persist for so many days, and it may stink if it is delayed for a day or two.

The bamboo that was cut back last time is almost used up.

"It takes at least one to two days after the soil is filtered before it can be used to make pottery."

"I'm starting to weave bamboo baskets for filtering now. I will filter the stream mud in the afternoon and go to the bamboo forest in the evening."

As Mu Qing said, he glanced at his shelter.

I won't be able to sleep in a comfortable big bed tonight.

I really want to become a snail and take the shelter with me wherever I go.

It still takes a lot of time to walk from the camp to the bamboo forest, and today's time is a bit rushed, so we must move faster.

Mu Qing grabbed two handfuls of chestnuts from under the bed and threw them into the fire, and took them with him as dinner later.

I poured some water and burned it in a long bamboo tube, preparing to cook some dense flowers to eat.

"Eh? I forgot about that."

The dense flower vines were circled into garlands and hung on the tree. When Mu Qing went to pick the dense flower, he noticed the bamboo tube next to it.

The cuts on the edges of the bamboo tubes are stacked next to each other, and a circle of brook snails is crawling.

There is a lot of sand in the stream, and the snails that grew up in the stream will also have a lot of sand in their bodies. After picking them up, they need to be kept in clean water for a day or two before they can be cooked and eaten.

After this raising, Muqing forgot about it.

Muqing took the bamboo tube down and looked inside, the water used to soak the snails had become a bit muddy, and there were still some fine sand grains at the bottom of the bamboo tube.

"These brook snails have been cleaned up. Wash them and cook them on the fire. Take them with you when you go to the bamboo forest."

【I thought Brother Mu wanted to keep these brook snails as pets, but they still want to eat them. 】

[Both brook snails and field snails are raised in clean water, and when they are picked up, they are boiled and eaten with a mouthful of sand. 】

【The brook snail protruding from the shell looks a little cute, with its small tentacles shaking. 】

[What's the use of being cute, it's only useful if it's delicious. 】

[I don't know if it tastes good, but it's true that I can't get enough. 】

【Why can't you get the snail meat out of your mouth?Just eat outside. 】

[Upstairs, you definitely didn't remove the snail butt. 】

"Are there any students who want to learn how to remove the snail's butt?"

"There is no tuition fee for on-site teaching, and there are tutorials that can be watched repeatedly."