I'm not a wild eater

【I found out that for things that are not very rare, Master Mu will put them under the bed, and the precious ones will be hung on top. 】

[No, the lard is all hanging on the bottom. 】

[The lower the temperature near the ground, the less likely it will be broken. For things like fire zhezi and hydrochloric acid fruit, they should be hung higher. 】

[If it rains, the roof is more likely to get wet, right? 】

After hanging up the fire bag, Muqing went to the hillside, took back the dried trousers and put them on.

Sit on the sidelines and watch the pork ribs roasting in the kiln.

The oil was bubbling, exuding a tempting aroma.

"The fat content of the pig is really not covered. Even if it is a bone with no meat, it is still very fragrant when roasted."

"When making soup at home, I just cut a spare rib and add it in, and the whole bowl of soup will be very fragrant."

looks very tasty.

Mu Qing couldn't help but pried off a side bone with his hands to taste it.

"Huh? Because the pigs caught are still very small, the bones are not very hard, and they can be chewed."

"And it's very fragrant."

The pottery pot on the side also began to make a sizzling sound.

Muqing took a pair of chopsticks and stirred it gently to prevent the lean meat from sticking to the bottom of the pot.

After stirring for a while, more and more oil gradually came out, so Mu Qing didn't care about them anymore.

Sitting aside, eating chestnuts and grilled fish, occasionally watching the heat.

【Master Mu can resist not having a roasted pork leg first, this is a ruthless person. 】

[Save the roasted pork legs for eating when you go to the top of the mountain, there is only one fish left and get rid of the stock first. 】

[The few chestnuts are about to withdraw from the stage of history. 】

[The ribs look delicious, I want to eat them. 】

【Under the temptation of Master Mu, I also had a bowl of lard noodles in the morning, which makes me feel a little tired. 】

After eating fish and chestnuts, Muqing's three-layer meat is almost fried.

Clip them one by one, put them on the grill to drain the oil, remove the firewood under the stove, and let the lard in the pot cool naturally.

Add a little firewood to the kiln.

Mu Qing picked up the machete and some old vines, and went to the surrounding area to take back the firewood he had cut before.

"Today, there is only emergency firewood under the bed. These are reserved for rainy days."

"I'm going to collect some of the wood I cut before."

"The kiln and the roasting of pig's feet have recently increased the consumption of firewood, so we need to save some later."

Chapter 102 The Bald Boy's Malice

Usually, he has the habit of chopping firewood at random, so Muqing didn't spend much time collecting two large bundles of firewood near the camp and came back.

Put the firewood in the location inside the camp.

Mu Qing looked at the oil in the pot, it was not completely cooled yet.

Take the clay pot to the edge of the table, take out a diabolo tube and pour the oil into it.

Plug it with a cork and hang it under the bed.

"This shelter is not only a place for me to sleep, but also my small warehouse."

"When I come back from the bamboo forest, I have to find time to make a door for this floor."

【Master Mu, your floor is not called the first floor, hahaha. 】

[What are you doing as a door, and no one comes to you to steal things. 】

[There are definitely no people, there may be small animals. 】

[Come on, how could a small animal dare to steal from Lord Mu? 】

[What is there an idiom called "delivering goods to your door?"Sheep into tiger's mouth?Feed a tiger with your body? 】

[Well, home delivery is not an idiom, is it? 】

After putting the oil away, Muqing took out the pork ribs from the kiln and hung them next to the pork leg to dry in the sun.

The untreated fresh backbone and the three-layered meat that had been cooled on the grill were wrapped in banana leaves by Muqing and placed in bamboo baskets that could be slanted.

Pork belly and pig intestines, since they are not ready to eat, it is not worth wasting too much time.

A small fire is lit in the kiln, and they are hung up to bake, and then let them air dry naturally.

Looking at the time, it was already past three in the afternoon.

Trot to the river to fill up the empty bottles, sleeping bags and empty bottles are packed into the backpack.

"I'm going to go to the bamboo forest. I should go faster and reach the bamboo forest at about 05:30."

"It's just a good time to look at the traps and see if there are any bamboo shoots to dig."

"I specially saved a fresh spine to take with me, I hope I won't let it go in vain."

After walking a few steps forward, Mu Qing hesitated.

After thinking about it, I still couldn't help but turn around and take the clay pot.

Put the water bottle in the backpack into the bamboo basket, tie the clay pot with a plastic bag, put it in the backpack and take it away together.

"It's hard to go from extravagance to frugality. I can't accept the thought of drinking soup and boiled water with the smell of fireworks at night."

"Although bringing a pot will add some trouble to me, it is worth the trouble for the happiness it can bring."

After taking the clay pot, Muqing has nothing to miss.

Grabbing the small tree on the side, he walked quickly to the top of the mountain.

"If I had known earlier, I would have just hung my stomach and intestines out to dry in the sun."