I'm not a wild eater

After repeating a few times, Muqing put the finished bamboo tube in front of the camera.

It looked like a small bamboo tube stuffed with a ball of wet cotton.

Gently press down with a wooden stick, and the oil can be squeezed out of the cotton.

"This should be enough, there is still a piece of hemp rope as a candle wick."

Putting the finished bamboo tube on the table, Mu Qing went to the bed and took out the cloth strips from the backpack.

"This is one of the few pieces of fabric I have, and it's not hard enough, so I'd better keep it."

Mu Qing stuffed the cloth back, went to the hillside, and pulled a short piece from the grass skirt strap.

Press it on the cotton and soak it, pull the cotton apart a little, and stuff it into the bottom of the bamboo tube with a stick.

Take a burning log from the stove and put a little on the string.

"Hey, it's done."

"The candle wick made of this kind of straw rope is not very durable. If possible, replace it with a good one."

"Let's do it for now, it's not very useful in normal times."

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Muqing blew out the candle, threaded it on a rope and hung it under the bed.

The water in the pot was already boiling, and Mu Qing took out half of the firewood from the bottom of the stove to keep the fire burning.

"This kiln for firing pottery is completely useless. Now I'm going to hang these offal on the hillside and then remove them."

"It's more convenient to come and go this way. It's strange that such a big one is in the middle."

Mu Qing went over, the hand preparing the pork belly suddenly stopped.

Squatting on the side of the thin-shell kiln, looking at the pork belly hanging on the wood with a solemn expression.

Switch the live ball to the first view, pointing at the location where the pork belly is stuck on the stick.

"Here, there are obvious tooth marks, and there are obvious scratch marks on the side."

From the first perspective, what the audience and Mu Qing see is almost the same mirror.

【In that case, the scratches Muye saw on the pork leg are real. 】

[There are really people who dare to steal meat from Master Mu. 】

[Looking at the traces, it doesn't look like a big guy, set a trap to catch it and eat it. 】

【The big guy has already eaten up all the meat of Lord Mu. 】

【It's not to eat up the meat of Master Mu, but to eat up all the pork of Master Mu. 】

【Master Mu: Yours is pork, mine is human flesh. 】

After searching carefully, Mu Qing found a hair left by a criminal on the stone beside the kiln.

Take a deep breath and blow gently.

"It's a little khaki at the top and black underneath, and the texture is very soft."

"Phew, it looks a lot like the little guy I noticed in the bamboo forest, passing by."

Muqing blows the hair away and switches back to the normal perspective.

Hang the meat on the rack to the top of the hillside.

"From the existing clues, we can roughly confirm a few points."

"It's not a mouse, it eats meat, it's not big."

"The fur looks like a wild cat, but wild cats are very good at meowing. I haven't heard a cat meowing for so long."

"Anyway, it's not big, so it's not a threat to me. Just eat it if you meet it."

After hanging the pig offal, Muqing removed the stones one by one and surrounded them around the stove.

[Listen, what kind of tiger and wolf is this. 】

[Isn't it just the takeaway, what a big deal. 】

[As long as you are not big, there is really nothing to be afraid of. 】

[In front, poisonous insects, poisonous scorpions, and poisonous spiders. 】

[As long as they don't come sneakily in the middle of the night, there's really nothing to be afraid of. 】

[If it’s really a wild cat, it’s easy to deceive. If you meet it, give it some food. If you give it a few times in a row, you can hug it. 】

[The cat I raised was tricked back in this way, hee hee. 】

The removed stones were stacked by Mu Qing and placed in a circle around the stove.

"I'll add a firebreak around the stove. If I'm not in the camp one day, the stove burns, and the stones around it won't let the fire go outside."

"The possibility of such a thing happening is still very low. Anyway, if you have old things, use them."

After surrounding the remaining stones of the hearth, Mu Qing piled them aside.

Go to the edge of the bamboo and cut a small bamboo, skillfully weave a small bamboo basket.

Mu Qing squatted on the ground, picked up the unburned charcoal from the pottery kiln, put it in a bamboo basket and put it under the bed.

He peeled off a thin piece of long bamboo, and pushed all the remaining plant ash to the bottom of the hillside on the side of the camp.

Then clean up the wooden branches scattered on the side during the firing of the kiln and go to the side.

The whole camp felt tidy in an instant.

"Ah! Comfortable."

"I still like this, organized, clean and simple feeling."

"There's a pottery kiln stuck in the middle, it's so uncomfortable to watch."

"It took a morning, and finally finished all the finishing work."

Looking at the organized camp, Muqing felt that his obsessive-compulsive disorder was gone.