I'm not a wild eater

"There is still a lot of mud on the bottom and sides of these bamboo tubes, which are all filtered, so nothing can be wasted."

"I swung them around and collected them all."

Muqing put a stick into the bamboo tube and stirred it, getting out all the mud that sank to the bottom and hung on the wall.

Then pour all the water and mud into another bamboo tube, and pour all the soil on all the bamboo tubes into the "pot" in the pattern of drumming and passing flowers.

"This location is not very good, and there is still some sunshine for half a day."

"Just let the muddy water dry here first, and let it dry a bit so that it can be moved, and then I will move them back to the hillside of the camp to dry."

"Show it in the sun for a day or two to see how dehydrated it is, and when it's right, you can start kneading the pottery."

Take the bamboo tube to the river, rinse it, put it in a bamboo basket and put it on the edge of the river bank, get up and walk down.

"It rained too much yesterday, I'm a little worried about my fish basket?"

"Just now, when I took a look at the opposite bank, I could still see the vines tied with the fish baskets. I hope the fish baskets underneath haven't been washed away."

The location where the fish basket is tied is not far from where Muqing went down the mountain, and you can see it after walking seven or eight meters down.

A long vine, connecting the big tree by the river and the river water, is shaking gently.

Muqing walked to the river, grabbed the vine and pulled it hard.

Pull out a fish basket full of weeds.

"It's not in vain. I spent some time trying to remove the thickest vine, but it's still very strong."

Muqing pulled up the fish basket, took out the inner basket and took a look.

"There is only one small fish?"

"Such a large current should be able to wash down a lot of fish from the upper reaches."

Mu Qing took out the only harvest from the outer basket, looking a little disappointed.

"This kind of fish has many bones and is so small."

"This bait has been flushed for several days and there is no smell. The fish basket has not been able to catch big fish, which may also be the reason for the bait."

"Let's keep this little fish as bait. I hope it can bring me a better harvest."

Muqing threw the small fish back into the fish basket, cleaned up the weeds on the fish basket, re-fixed the inner and outer baskets and put them into the river.

After observing the vines being pulled by the current, it seems that they can still carry it.

[Woke up early in the morning, checked the traps and then the fish baskets, a lot of work was done out of thin air. 】

【This rain has broken the heart of Muye's gentlemen. 】

[It's okay, it's okay, everything is going well. 】

[That's hard to say, Jie Jie Jie. 】

[Isn't this all good?The trap didn't collapse, the fish basket didn't run away, and the mud didn't get washed away either,]

[I don’t know what happened to the trap in the bamboo forest]

"I'm going back now to get some filling water, and then I'm going to the bamboo forest."

"The bamboo forest that has rained is still very humid, and it shouldn't be very comfortable to spend the night there."

"I'm going to hurry up and get back to camp before dark."

Walk back to the place where the clay is dried, take a basket full of bamboo tubes, and go up the mountain back to the camp.

Put the bamboo basket back under the bed, take out the bamboo tube that was filled with water yesterday, fill up the empty mineral water bottle, and put it in the backpack.

Taking the wooden stick used for balance, I grabbed a handful of half-dried olives on the hillside and stuffed them into my pocket.

It is not easy to walk on the slopes that have been rained on, and it is even more difficult to walk uphill.

Muqing walked and rested, and it took two and a half hours to reach the top of the mountain.

Glancing at the bamboo forest from afar, brown-gray bamboo rats were dangling on the bamboo.

"I have already seen two traps that are relatively close to me, and both have gained."

"I'm going to hurry down and have a look and hope they're not broken."

I was very anxious in my heart, but tried to be safe on my feet.

Muqing inserted the bamboo stick into the soil and walked down carefully.

Chapter 72

This time, there is no need to be careful about probing. After being caught for several days and drenched in the rain all night, even a mouse that has become a fine mouse will die to death.

Muqing held it and smelled it, it was very good and not broken yet.

"I was lucky today. I saw two mice as soon as I came here, and neither of them was broken."

"I'm going to look around the bamboo forest for other traps, hoping to gain something."

After walking around, we still have to return to this position. Muqing didn't take the bamboo rats away, but let them continue to hang and dangle.

"This is the third trap. The trap has been triggered, but nothing has been caught."

Mu Qing rummaged around on the ground.

"The bait is still there, maybe it was touched by mistake or it was triggered by dropping something on a rainy day."

"I'm a little disappointed. I don't know how many bamboo rats can be caught today."

Mu Qing took out a chestnut from his pocket, peeled it off as new bait, and set up the trap again.

Off to check out the next trap.

The fourth, fifth, sixth, also no gain.

"Hey? Strange."

Looking at the still intact trap, Mu Qing was a little puzzled.

"I didn't gain anything from these traps last time, and this time again."

"Could it be that bamboo rats pay attention to their orientation in their daily movements?"