I'm not a wild eater

After walking briskly for an hour, Mu Qing started to slow down, watching the mountains on both sides going up.

"Further ahead, there is a new jungle."

"I'm going to walk slowly and see if I can gain anything."

"Going up is more troublesome. If you go downstream, you can make a bamboo raft, go down the river, and then walk back while exploring the jungle."

Mu Qing explained something, looked up and looked around.

Occasionally, when something familiar appeared, Muqing would climb to the hillside to check.

After walking forward for half an hour, Muqing only picked some small wild fruits, washed them in the river and ate them.

"It doesn't seem like there's much to gain from going up like this. I'll walk up the hillside to see if I can find food."

"Go forward for half an hour, and I will turn back."

"So today I have time to make the pillowcase."

I cut down a small tree by the river and sharpened it, and held it in my hand as a crutch, which can also play a little role in self-protection in case of danger.

Walked up two 300 meters.

Mu Qing squatted down and carefully inspected a plant on the side of the road.

"Sure enough, we still need to enter the jungle to find more things."

Mu Qing put down the backpack, and used the machete to clean up the weeds and vines on the side.

Uncovered a vine plant.

"This is called Gudonggen. The fruit it bears is edible. I came at the wrong time and missed the fruiting time."

"Its roots still have a certain amount of starch. Dig out the roots and bring them back to eat."

After pulling off Gu Donggen's vines, Mu Qing pried the soil layer on the ground with a stick.

Where there are many weeds, the soil will be relatively soft, and the root system of the ancient winter root is not deep, so digging is less laborious than cassava.

After digging a long way down, I grabbed the excavated part with all my strength, and pulled it up with all my strength.

"what!"

Bang!

Gu Donggen was pulled up and held in his hands, Mu Qing was thrown back and sat down on the ground.

Putting the Gu Donggen in his hand aside, he rubbed his aching butt with his hands, and glanced to the side.

"so close."

Turning the live broadcast camera over, there is a vine full of spikes next to Muqing's fall.

Mu Qing cut down the vines and came to the camera, fiddled with the small triangular spikes on the vines.

"Look, the thorn is still quite hard. If it falls on it, it will definitely become a white and fat hedgehog."

"I may still come here in the future. It's better to deal with this hidden risk."

Taking the machete, he carefully cut off all the vines with spikes and hung them on the branches beside him.

Looking up at the hanging vines, Mu Qing reached out and fiddled with the spikes on them.

Played thoughtfully for a while.

Muqing picked up the Gudong root on the ground to have a look.

"So there is only one subject?"

"The soil here is quite soft. I thought the roots below could be pulled out directly."

"This ancient winter root is very big, and the main rhizome is very old. It mainly eats the larger roots below."

Muqing put down Gu Donggen, continued to pry in the pit with a wooden stick, and dug out some big roots.

Tie up the rhizomes and root fibers with thin vines, and hold them in your hands.

【White and Fat Hedgehog】

【Hahaha, this metaphor is perfect, Master Mu must have had good Chinese scores when he was in school. 】

【Master Mu looks from behind, looking very interested in these spikes. 】

[Did you think of any effect? 】

[Give up, Master Mu's brain hole is beyond our imagination. 】

Along the way, there are more and more vines covered with thorns.

At first, Muqing would use a machete to dispose of them and hang them on the branches.

I don't care about it later.

His shoes and trousers are of good quality, so you don't have to worry about getting scratched by the spikes.

I went up a little more and picked a few unknown wild fruits to relieve my greed.

Muqing turned around and walked down the hillside.

"I don't know what's going on with this hillside. The higher you go, the more these thorny vines grow."

"I just looked up from a distance, and there are almost no other weeds growing in the sunny place above, all of them are this."

"One back and one back, I spent three or four hours today to find such a piece of ancient winter root."

"This wave of blood loss."

The road up the mountain was cleared by Mu Qing, and he trotted all the way down, and soon returned to the embankment.

Upstream, the current is more rapid and the area of ​​the river is larger.

Mu Qing gave up the idea of ​​walking to the other side of the river, and quickly walked down the river bank, returning to the place where the plantain cores were processed yesterday.

Put everything down.

Pull it with your hands and hang it on the vines. After drying in the sun, it becomes a somewhat curved and fuzzy plantain fiber.

"If these plantain fibers are dyed black, they really look like hair."