I'm not a wild eater

Mu Qing put the things away, lay down on the ground and blew, the charcoal blocks in the fire glowed brightly.

"Maybe because a circle of stones on the side blocked part of the wind, the fire should have been extinguished for less than an hour."

Muqing stood up, carefully picked up the biggest clay pot and looked at it.

"I feel almost done. It seems that I'm going to stay up late today. It's my first time staying up late here."

[So, the live broadcast won't be so early today? 】

[In other words, there is also a live broadcast to watch at night, which is so rare. 】

[Great, I just happen to be on duty tonight. 】

【You stay up late to broadcast, I stay up late to watch, what time do you broadcast, what time do I watch, we sleep together after the broadcast. 】

[The previous one was almost moved by you, but in the end the painting style changed suddenly. 】

[Hahahaha, me too, me too. 】

Bah, I was moved by this group of melon-eating netizens again.

After drinking the remaining half bottle of water in the backpack, Muqing first took out the hydrochloric acid fruit in the backpack, strung them with the bark of short-lived trees and hung them on the beams of the shelter.

Step back and look.

Small clusters of small clusters of fruits are hanging, which really feels like a bumper harvest.

Some small fruits fell into the bag after being squeezed and bumped along the way.

Mu Qing also collected the bamboo tubes, plugged them with wooden plugs, and put them at the end of the bed.

Take out the bamboo basket and the cassava in the backpack.

Half of them were neatly stacked on the stone table by Mu Qing, and the other half was placed under the bed.

"I don't care about these cassava now, and I will peel them at night when the pottery is being fired."

"I'm also not sure if I didn't get poisoned by eating cassava this time, whether it's because there's nothing wrong with the cassava itself, or because I handled it well."

"Anyway, there won't be any problems in soaking, so I'll deal with them first."

"This time I will soak half of it first, and then soak the other half after eating. It will be distressing if it spoils after soaking for too long."

The sticky flowers were also taken out from the side pocket of the backpack, packed in a bamboo tube, filled with a little water, and put aside first.

Holding the olives at the bottom of the bamboo basket, four mineral water bottles, and the mice harvested in the afternoon, I walked to the creek.

First fill up the four bottles and put them aside, and the mice are disposed of and put aside.

Then the olives were poured out of the bamboo baskets, and the soiled bamboo baskets were dipped in the stream to wash all sides clean.

Then wash the olives in batches and put them back in the bamboo basket.

The weeds and soil on the bottom of the mineral water bottle are washed away and put into the bamboo basket.

Holding the mouse in one hand and the bamboo basket in the other, he walked back to the camp in small joyful steps.

[Looking at Mu Ye's work, he is more organized than a woman like me. 】

[This is a ruthless person who can make a survival plan. 】

【Hahaha, Master Mu is so happy, he feels like he is about to fly. 】

[If you eat and drink, have meat and vegetables, and have a thatched hut that can shelter you from the wind and rain, you are already very happy. 】

【I'm reminding Lord Mu to be more careful, he shouldn't blow up, right? 】

[Not only will it blow hair, but it will also fry the pot! 】

【Master Mu: Who will carry the fryer again?I'm about to blow my hair! 】

The bottle was taken out, and the olives were hung on the hillside with bamboo baskets to drain water.

The treated mouse was put aside by Mu Qing.

"I'm going to fire the pottery tonight, and I'm going to tidy up the kiln later and pile it up a little higher."

"The fire for cooking is about to be removed. I quite like cooking in this kiln. It feels cooked faster."

"When the pot is ready, then the stove must be made, and the time spent on cooking will be much less every day in the future."

Mu Qing chattered, spread weeds on the place where the original fire was, and used a machete to shovel out the carbon fire under the fire, and put it on the haystack.

Cover with tinder and wood, and blow hard a few times.

In the weed pile, a large cloud of smoke scattered around.

"Cough cough. Cough cough."

Unable to dodge in time, Mu Qing coughed several times beside him due to the smoke.

Wiping the smoked tears with his cuff, he blew several breaths into the puff of smoke.

The smoke cleared a little, and the fire was kindled.

Mu Qing wiped his tears, blew his nose with his fingers, and wiped his hands with the weeds on the ground.

Cut off a section of bamboo tube to support the long bamboo tube pot.

Looking back, I found a relatively small bamboo in the bamboo pile, gestured with my hand, and cut off a length of bamboo about fifty or sixty centimeters long.

I took the bamboo and measured it again and again in the pile of firewood to be burned, and selected the wood that was thinner and longer than the bamboo.

Cut one end to a point, stick it into the bamboo tube and poke it in repeatedly.

The joints of the small bamboo are relatively tender, and after several repetitions, the whole bamboo can be pierced, and the wood can freely enter from one end of the bamboo and come out from the other end.

Mu Qing looked into his eyes.

"It's okay, the inside is quite flat."

Holding the freshly prepared bamboo, stretch it to the edge of the fire and blow it gently, and the fire will burn instantly.

【Blowing torch, this is a good thing. 】

【Master Mu is so witty, he solved the smoldering trouble without any hassle. 】

[This thing is really useful for making a fire, it can concentrate the airflow, and you won't be choked by the smoke even if you are far away. 】