I'm not a wild eater

The process is horrifying, the movements are proficient, and the sleepy and tired face has no expression.

It is indeed quite infiltrating.

Chapter 101

"Okay, let's deal with them tomorrow."

Mu Qing picked up the half-burned firewood, and picked up the remaining short-lived tree rope from the ground.

Walk quickly back to camp.

Throw the firewood into the kiln, and add a few more firewood to it.

Back on the bed, resting his arms on his head, he soon fell asleep.

After watching the live broadcast for a long time, the audience has some understanding of Muqing.

If he is particularly tired on the first day, or if he has nothing important to do the next day, he will definitely not get up early.

So the next day, Muqing didn't start the live broadcast until nearly ten o'clock, and no one expressed his condemnation.

Just teased him, and fell asleep and picked up hundreds of dollars for nothing.

He walked to the stove and looked at the clay pot.

It has completely cooled down, because the temperature is not low, and the lard will not solidify here.

"This pot has completely cooled down, and now I'm going to pour out the lard in it."

"Treat the remaining three layers of meat today, and there will be more oil, so there is no need to keep the bottom of the oil, and you can put it all away."

Muqing took out the bamboo tube and carefully poured the cooled oil into it.

Not even a single bamboo tube was filled.

Really, pigs are so small!

"Because the meat was fried again later, the oil is not that particularly clear color, it's a little dark."

"Of course, this does not affect that it is a rare object."

Muqing stuffed the bamboo tube with the cork consumed yesterday, passed a rope, and hung it on the beam under the bed.

After finishing the oil, Muqing looked at the condition of the pork legs in the kiln.

"Looking at these immature and miniature calves, I feel like I can eat them all in one meal."

Mu Qing untied the pork leg and hung it on the clothesline on the hillside to sunbathe.

Under the pork leg, Muqing placed a few dried plantain leaves to collect the oil that dripped from the meat while it was drying.

The pig's trotters were also taken out from the cracks in the stones, tied with ropes and hung up to dry together.

Go to the creek and bring back the pork bones and some meat that were not processed yesterday.

"Look at these little ribs, hey, I don't have the face to say it's ribs."

The wild boars that Muqing caught were not that big, and when he subdivided them, each type was only a small part.

It feels even more insignificant.

"The meat from these bones has been almost picked by me. It is hung on the kiln to dry, and it will be dried in the sun for cooking soup later."

"Sparse ribs and bamboo shoot soup, ribs and wild vegetable soup, hehe."

[This ribs are really miniature, it is estimated that it only takes one plate to make braised pork ribs. 】

[So I have to cook soup, so that I can eat a few more meals. 】

【Master Mu really took pains to maximize the value of this pig. 】

[After the soup is cooked, you can still collect the bones, dry them and grind them to keep them fragrant. 】

[Xiao Juju: This is you, you have to be frustrated by me to be satisfied, right? 】

[Broken bones are broken bones, and you are not willing to throw ashes. 】

Muqing hung the ribs tied with ropes on the branch of the roasted pork leg, and a fire was lit underneath.

After finishing the ribs, turn around and take out two small strips of three-layer meat from the basket, use a machete to separate the pork skin from the meat, and cut the three-layer meat into slices.

A small fire was raised under the stove, and the three-layered meat was put into a clay pot and fried on the stove.

Grab a handful of chestnuts from under the bed and place them on the outside edge of the stove.

Skewer the last fish caught last time from the side, and grill it together on the side of the kiln.

"After eating this fish, I have no more fish."

"There is meat recently, and the fish will not die in the fish basket. I can go to see them again in a few days."

"Try to finish the odds and ends quickly, and go to the bamboo forest in the afternoon."

"Let's spend the night in the bamboo forest tonight. Get up early tomorrow morning and start the first step of improving the top of the mountain."

He took out the cold overnight boiled water from the table and drank it with a gulp.

Walking to the side of the fire that had been completely extinguished, he picked up a firefoil and gently squeezed it.

It's almost done.

Find the Erythrina tree prepared earlier from under the bed, and assemble each fire fold.

"The bottom of the bed is close to the ground, and the moisture will be heavier."

"I decided to hang them on top of the bed so they wouldn't get wet and start a fire."

"For me, fire zhezi is even more important than meat. I can get by without meat and vegetarians. It's really cool without fire."

Up to now, Mu Qing recalled the first time he drilled wood to make fire, and still found it difficult.

To be able to start a fire, luck has a lot to do with it.

Binding more than a dozen fire folds together with ropes, Muqing stood by the side of the shelter and hesitated for a while.

He took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, and hung the torch on the beam in the middle of the end of the bed.

[Huozhezi's family status is still very stable. 】