I'm not a wild eater

"it is good."

"What about this wooden raft?" Yan Shu pointed.

"Just put it away, we can use it to play downstream next time."

"There is a pond downstream, and it is very easy for us to get the raft ashore there."

As Muqing said, he pulled the wooden raft in.

Don't go under a big tree on the hillside.

Putting on the pannier and the bow and arrow, he handed the lighter backpack to Yan Shu.

"Where's the king?" Yan Shu looked around.

"I ran away as soon as I landed, so I went to find the little female cat."

"Then let me carry this pheasant. Your basket is already heavy."

"Okay." Mu Qing didn't have to be polite, and said with a smile.

"Go home and cook chicken soup."

"The time is just right. Now is the best time for me to have a pot of red ginseng chicken soup."

"I never expected that at the end of the challenge, I would be able to drink chicken soup in the wilderness. It's so magical."

Yan Shu shook the pheasant in his hand, chattering excitedly all the way.

[I never expected that I would be able to watch chicken soup while watching a show about survival in the wild. 】

[This is an eating and broadcasting program, thank you. 】

[Red Ginseng Chicken Soup sounds good tonic. 】

【I remember Master Mu said that red ginseng nourishes the kidneys, hehehe. 】

[This kind of pure wild chicken should be quite nourishing. 】

【Could it be overdone, get up the next day to repair the shelter. 】

[It was okay to eat wild deer before, but this should not be the case. 】

"Stew, stew, stew, stew for you at night."

"I'll give you all to eat." Mu Qing couldn't help laughing.

Yan Shu just has a magical power that makes people want to give her all the good things.

"whee."

Back at camp, pile everything up on the table.

Muqing first took out the dustpan from under the bed, poured out the millet, and spread it evenly on the dustpan.

Cut a few sticks of bamboo to make simple supports.

One end of the dustpan is set on the fence, and the other end is set on the bracket, so that it can enjoy half a day of sunshine every day.

"Why don't you get it to dry on the hillside? Where can you get more sunshine every day?" Yan Shu asked puzzled.

Holding a cleaned small pottery pot filled with stream water in his hand, he was ready to boil water to make tea.

"This is the wild, there are a lot of mountain rats."

"Put it on the hillside to dry, and it will be eaten up by rats within a day. We can keep an eye on it here."

Mu Qing patted the ashes on his hands, and started to deal with other things.

Bamboo tubes containing honeycombs are strung and hung in front of the shelter.

The yams were taken out, sorted into bamboo baskets under the bed, and some were moved inside. A cool place is more conducive to the storage of yams.

The remaining sevens and eighty-eight are tidied up.

Mu Qing picked up the pheasant who was first arrested, then kidnapped and ran away, and finally forced to drift. After being frightened all day long, he was already a little sluggish.

"I'm going to deal with this pheasant, and we'll eat it tonight?"

"it is good."

Yan Shu was dealing with the rabbit cage and responded casually.

[Pheasant: Help! 】

[Stop shouting, no one will come to rescue you if you shout your throat out. 】

【Not only will no one save you, but someone may eat you together. 】

[I really yelled my throat, and I stopped yelling for a while along the way. 】

【How is the little rabbit?Why not let's take a look. 】

[At most, it is dirty and smelly, there is no special situation. 】

[It’s not that it stinks, the rabbit’s urine is disgusting, and it must be very big if it hasn’t been changed for several days. 】

After walking outside the door, Mu Qing remembered something again.

Go back to the camp and get the clay bowl and chopsticks.

"These chopsticks are a bit moldy, we need to cut two more pairs." Mu Qing took a look at the chopsticks, muttered and walked towards the creek.

Sitting by the stream, the body of the pheasant is clamped between the legs.

Pluck some chicken feathers from the neck to reveal a small piece of skin.

Knife up and down.

Cuckoo!

Cuckoo!Cuckoo!

The already dying pheasant struggled violently again.

Chapter 247 Making Cooking Tools

After receiving half a bowl of chicken blood in the pottery bowl, the bleeding pheasant completely gave up struggling.