I'm not a wild eater

Mu Qing stood up, patted the dirt on his hands, and walked forward.

"Hey, this trap is triggered too."

Mu Qing walked over quickly, smelled it first as usual, and after confirming that there was no smell, he picked up the stone slab with a wooden stick.

"That's it?"

Looking at the empty ground, Muqing felt melancholy.

"The bait you put last time is still there. It must have been touched by something and triggered the slate buckle."

"I'm so pissed off, I'm going to add another one to this side."

Muqing walked down the hillside, found a big stone slab, and chopped off some branches.

Another one was made next to the buckle of the slate.

"That's it, I hope I can gain something next time."

"If you have enough time, you should come and walk around more. It's still very distressing if the food that is hard to catch is broken or eaten."

After setting up the stone slab, Muqing walked in the direction of cassava.

Along the way, I passed olive trees, cut off branches, and picked twenty or thirty olives.

"This olive tree doesn't bear new fruit anymore. The food is really intolerant."

"I hope my cassava can be raised, and I will take turns digging with the other two nearby. At least I have the staple food before I go back."

Mu Qing chewed the olives and walked forward, thinking in his heart that he must make the pillow case today.

Go upriver tomorrow and see if I can find more food.

If not, go downstream the day after tomorrow.

Chestnuts, rabbits, bird eggs.

Muqing has been to the downstream twice, and the harvest is good.

【what happened? 】

[Mercury retrograde, Mercury retrograde, Master Mu must not have looked at the almanac when he went out today. 】

[This, this, this is too miserable, right? 】

【Cassava: Labor and management refuse to join the child support system. 】

[As a plant, what are you doing with such a backbone? 】

Muqing patted the bare cassava trunk, and shook his head helplessly.

When the cassava tree was buried last time, it still had a lot of green leaves.

This time, all the leaves fell off.

The branches at the top are also slightly inward due to dryness.

"I know why there is a sentence in the blessing: I wish you all the best?"

"In life, there are always trials and tribulations that you don't want to accept. It is very difficult to really want smooth sailing."

"Because it is difficult, it is rare and worthy of blessing."

As Mu Qing said, he cut off the empty cassava trunk, sharpened one end, and began to pry the soil layer on the ground.

"It's no wonder that when harvesting cassava, the upper part is cut off and the whole root is dug out."

"In order for this cassava tree to survive, I kept some small cassava from last time."

"Since we can't keep them alive, we should dig them all back."

The newly buried soil was not very solid, and Muqing quickly dug up the roots of the cassava tree.

Among the several small cassavas, the two smallest ones were already a bit rotten, and the remaining ones were pried out by Mu Qing and put aside.

Then dig another cassava tree next to it.

The cassava can't be fed, this time Muqing is very straightforward.

Cut off the upper branches first, and loosen the soil layer of the cassava root system.

Fold off the dug out cassava one by one and pile them aside.

"The two cassava trees look about the same size, but the yield is so different."

"Last time, at least ten catties of cassava were dug up from that tree, but this one only weighs six to seven catties, which is less than half of what was in the budget."

I looked at the last smaller one on the side.

"Something is really wrong today. The mice and mice have not been caught, and the cassava and cassava have not been fed."

"Even for a cassava tree of the same size, the amount dug up is not as large as before."

"These can be eaten for a while, and I won't dig the last one.

"The root has not been damaged, and it should still be able to grow. Maybe it will grow some more next time I come to dig it."

Muqing put the dug cassava into bamboo baskets and walked along the hillside to the river embankment.

Walk along the embankment to the other side of the creek and hang the stick back to the tree by the river.

Muqing crossed the river again and returned to the embankment on this side of the camp.

Put everything on the river bank, walked a little into the woods, and dragged out a large bundle of soaked plantain cores at the end of the stream.

"The area of ​​the creek is too small and there is no smooth flow."

"It will be much easier for me to take these plantain cores to the river for disposal."

Searching by the river, Muqing moved a big and flat stone, and picked up some cobblestones of a convenient size.

Cut off the bamboo strips and vines fixing the palm core, and take out a plantain core.

Put the plantain core on the big rock and tap it gently with pebbles.

"These plantain fibers are so tough that a light tap won't break them."

"It will take at least three to five days for these skins to be completely suitable. I don't want to wait that long, so I have to artificially speed them up."