Farming in the World of Beasts: I am conspiring against my elder brother

Jin Jiangmian put down his hoe, went to hold the small basket, and started planting from the first hole.

He made a pit, put two grains of corn in it, and covered it with his fragrant 42-yard feet.

A set of movements is smooth and smooth, very skillful, and he looks like the most capable young man in the village.

This quick movement, tall and straight figure, hardworking back, whoever sees it will not boast "hardworking and handsome guy".

After planting the corn, he went to the river to wash his hands. When he saw the snails beside him, he thought of dinner.

I saw that he went back and came over with a basket.

Jinjiang Mianmao leaned over and saw a river crab running rampant and trying to escape, and accidentally bumped into a rock.

He carefully picked it up and looked left and right, thinking, there are a lot of seafood in this river, including fish, crabs, and snails.

However, his target today was not the crab, so he threw the crab into the river with a flick of his hand.

After a parabola, the crab plopped and fell into the water.

If the crab could talk, he would be grateful to greet his ancestors.

The snail on the side watched the play with relish, and suddenly felt a chill, and felt that something was wrong.

A big hand grabbed it, and he threw the snail into the basket.

The other snails watched their brothers being taken away, and it was too late to escape, so they were picked up by Jin Jiangmian's ruthless hands and sent to meet their brothers.

He searched along the river and got a lot of snails before stopping.

He squatted by the river, put the basket in the river, and rubbed and scratched the snails in the basket.

The snail just felt overwhelmed and felt a little nauseous.

After cleaning several times in a row, Jin Jiangmian poured the snails into a wooden barrel, put them in clean water, and let them spit out mud.

Of course, it takes three or four days to raise the snails in this way before they can spit out the soil.

However, he has a knack to make the snail spit out mud quickly, and it takes half a day to almost spit it out.

I saw that he brought dried chili and garlic, put them in a wooden barrel with snails, and put them in a cool place.

When the snails spit out sand, he went to prepare the ingredients for making delicious snails.

Jin Jiangmian walked towards the slim bamboo with a basket on his back and a bone knife.

The bamboo trembled in the wind, and the leaves rustled.

Here it comes, here it goes again, this dick is chopping bamboo again.

However, to Zhuzi's surprise, Jin Jiangmian didn't yell at Zhuzi this time, but swung the knife at the bamboo shoots.

The big bamboo shoot was chopped off, and he bid farewell to his brothers in tears.

Jin Jiangmian went back, stripped the bamboo, cut it open, blanched it, soaked it in clean water, and then sprinkled it with a pinch of salt.

The bamboo shoots treated in this way will not taste bitter.

In the evening, Jin Jiangmian fished out the snails, poured water, put them in a bucket, sprinkled salt on them and washed them again.

While washing, remove the tail of the snail with a bone knife.

The civet cat's stomach was growling, so he came to see him and wanted to make something delicious.

Seeing him making this stinky and unpalatable food, he raised his beard and said, "Brother, do you want to eat this tonight?"

"Well, otherwise, what would you like to eat?"

The civet looked disgusted and said: "This thing stinks, even if I starve to death, I won't take a bite of this thing!"

"Are you serious?" Jin Jiangmian raised his eyebrows and asked calmly.

"Seriously, very seriously."

"Okay, the dried fish that was fried last time is still there, you can eat small dried fish tonight."

The civet was very happy when he heard it. "Brother, I'm hungry now."

"Wait a minute."