I'm not a wild eater

If you take all of them back home, you won’t be able to eat them all in one day. The temperature here is not low, so if they don’t go bad after being soaked, take them out and they will go bad.

That's called a blood loss.

"There is no suspense for the staple food these days. Before these cassavas go bad, I have to eat them all."

Back at the camp, Muqing peeled off the blackened part of the cassava.

Put it on the inner side of the stove to bake.

The water in the pot started to bubble, and Mu Qing took out the last bird egg from under the bed.

Rinse it with water a little bit, and put it in the pot gently.

"Boiled eggs, hehe, I didn't expect to eat boiled eggs in the wilderness."

"I've washed the eggshell, and the water from which the egg is boiled is still drinkable."

【I am a fickle woman. I obviously liked tree houses a lot just now, but now I feel like campsites even more. 】

[Me too, when I came back, I still feel that the camp makes people feel more at ease. 】

[In terms of life, the camp is more convenient. 】

[Packing up, doing hygiene, and getting food are really similar to my process when I go back to my hometown. 】

[I think Master Mu is one more short, waiting for his little wife at home (blink)]

[Don't mention it, the most feared thing when returning from a business trip is the little wife at home who is waiting to be fed. 】

After making arrangements for eating and drinking, Muqing went to the hillside, took a strip of lean meat that was completely dried out from the roasting basket, and chewed it in his hand.

"Well, it's delicious."

"After drying, there is less oil in it, and it tastes full of flavor. Although it is a little harder, it is very chewy."

Mu Qing chewed the lean meat strips, and looked at the pork leg beside him.

"Huh?" Mu Qing let out a doubt.

Biting and chewing in his mouth, he moved to the top of the pork leg and observed carefully.

After looking at it, Mu Qing also stretched out his hand to pick the place where the pig's leg was clasped with bamboo nails.

"Look, does this place look like animal paw prints?"

Muqing zoomed in on the camera of the live ball, and there were a few not-deep scratches on the ankle bone of the pig's leg.

If you don't look carefully, you won't notice it at all.

[It doesn't look like it. 】

[Accidentally scratched when hanging it up? 】

【Master Mu didn’t lack anything, how can a thief enter the house without taking anything. 】

[Master Mu must be too nervous about these calves. 】

Muqing carefully looked at the other animals, and there was no sign of being touched by other animals.

There were no suspicious hairs, footprints or the like left on the ropes hanging from the meat.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it."

"The meat is almost dried out. Anyway, I will finish eating it in a few days, and I can't wait to let it go bad."

"For safety's sake, I'll hang them up in the shelter."

Take back the sun-baked meat and hang it all on the beam under the bed.

From the bamboos brought back last time, I chose two small ones, and cut two small bamboo tubes out.

Take two groups of picked kapok to the hillside.

Squatting on the hillside, he poked the banana leaves on the ground with his hands.

"I expected that there would be oil dripping down when drying the pig's trotters, but I didn't expect that there would be quite a lot."

"These oils are definitely not edible. I'm going to collect them and use them to make a candle."

[It turns out that candles are made in this way. 】

[These oils don't solidify very well, so they can't be used as candles, they should be oil lamps. 】

[When Master Mu spread banana leaves before, I thought it was because he was afraid of dirtying the ground, hahaha. 】

[I thought it was the limit to not let go of the bones, but it was still too tender. 】

[These banana leaves are also used to the extreme from making clay to making pork. 】

【It feels like Master Mu has integrated himself into the wilderness, and he is much more organized than when he first came here. 】

[On the importance of work experience. 】

Mu Qing pinched the two sides of the banana leaf, and carefully poured the oil inside into the bamboo tube.

The kapok is de-seeded and stalked, pulled and shoved to make it fluffy, and wiped the banana leaves back and forth.

"What's the point of making candles? That's the limit."

"Sticked to the banana leaf, this drop of oil that can no longer be poured must be wiped away by it."

Wiping the banana leaves, Muqing seemed to suddenly think of something.

I picked up a banana leaf and looked at it repeatedly, then put it back on the ground to collect the oil from another banana leaf.

The banana leaves that could not be reused had been completely removed, and were rolled up by Muqing and placed next to the stove.

It can still be used for fire.

"The temperature here is too high, and the lard won't solidify into a single piece at all. I have to pound the oil and cotton evenly so that the oil is completely absorbed on the cotton."

Put the oiled kapok into the bamboo tube, pound it repeatedly with a wooden stick, and then press the kapok down to see the situation.

"I originally thought that the recovered oil could be used to make two, but it actually consumes a lot of fuel."

"There are not many situations where candles are needed, just make a preparation first."

Mu Qing explained, poured the oil in the other small bamboo tube, lowered his head and continued to poke the stick into the bamboo tube.