Mountain Wild Clouds

Chapter 39

The little milk tiger struggled in Yun Buliu's arms, wanting to return to his mother's arms, and even opened his mouth to bite his hand.But it has no teeth yet, so it can't bite at all.

Sensing its persistence, he put it back into its mother's arms, watched it silently, until it slowly fell asleep, and the big tiger gradually became silent, then picked it up, carried it back to the small bamboo building, and used A buckskin covered it.

The little furball slipped down from the roof of the bamboo building. This little guy with no loyalty didn't seem to be afraid of the black tiger, but was always afraid of the monsters that might exist in the great lake.

Seeing the little furball stretching out its black claws towards the little milk tiger curiously, Yun Buliu slapped its little paw away, saying: "Furball, don't shock it, it will be electrocuted to death by you."

The little fur ball stared at it with big eyes, as if it had been wronged and wronged.

"Look at it, don't let those silly geese come in and peck it!"

As if understanding his instructions, the little fur ball obediently sat down beside the little milk tiger, stretched out its black paws and licked it.That appearance made Yun Buliu murmur in his heart.

However, he still took the bone knife and the wild boar's tusks, quickly walked out of the small bamboo building, and ran towards the tiger.

Dumb's height was two meters, and it looked really exaggerated. The length of the body lying sideways on the ground was estimated to be five meters, and that was without the long tail.

If you add the long tail that is estimated to be three meters long, it will be even more exaggerated.

With such a big body, Yun Buliu felt that he could eat it for a long time.

Although he was really moved by its great maternal love just now, now he wants to eat it in a blink of an eye, which seems a bit unreasonable.

But if you are moved, you are moved, it is already dead, isn't it a waste if you don't eat it?

Thinking of this, the sense of guilt in his heart immediately decreased a lot.

But he didn't plan to keep the tiger skin, lest it would be bad for the little milk tiger to see.Although it was a pity to throw away the tiger skin, he decided to give up the tiger skin after much deliberation.

He dug a big pit on the spot with a wooden stick, then cut open its abdomen along the wound with a bone knife, and buried its internal organs in the big pit.

Only the tiger heart and liver are left.

After sending these two things back to the cave, he ran back again and picked up the big tiger that weighed no more than [-] catties after removing the internal organs... In fact, without a scale, he had no clear idea of ​​such a heavy weight. It's a concept, just a rough estimate.

He also has no clear concept of how much strength he has now.

It's just that the bamboo raft, which was estimated to weigh four to five hundred catties back then, can now be easily picked up and thrown with one hand.

So he can still carry this big tiger with its internal organs removed.

It's just because the big tiger is too big and its body is too long, so its limbs are dragging on the ground.

He carried the tiger to the lake, threw the tiger into the lake to wash it, and carried the tiger back to the cave.He didn't skin the tiger, but carried the tiger skin back together.

Looking at such a big tiger, Yun Buliu reckoned that even if his food intake increased, he could still eat it for more than a month.

But with the current weather, it is estimated that it only needs to be left for three or four days before the tiger meat will stink.

If it had been left for more than a month, it would have been rotten.

So, he decided to make bacon. Although there is no such thing as pepper, there is salt.

It's just that marinating tiger meat requires a huge container, which he doesn't have at all.

After thinking about it, he had no choice but to use the simplest and rudest way.

He first carefully peeled off the tiger's skin with a bone knife, spread it on the ground, and then cut off the tiger's belly, back and limbs piece by piece.

Then he poured salt into Dug's abdominal cavity, and he poured in all the remaining few catties of salt, and then put the cut pieces of meat into the abdominal cavity and rubbed them.

But obviously, this bit of salt is not enough.

So he closed the tiger's abdomen, covered the tiger's skin, and started to light a fire.

He cut the tiger heart weighing a few kilograms into slices and threw it into the clay pot, added some water, and covered it.Then he got up and picked up the bamboo basket, went to the small bamboo building and took the short spear leather pouch.

After thinking about it, he picked up the milk baby tiger and put it in the basket.

In case he left, the little fur ball followed him out, and the little milk tiger was pecked to death by those fools in Goose Village.

Those idiots in Goose Village often took advantage of his absence to poke their heads over to the small bamboo building.

Yunbuliu hasn't listed them on the recipe for a long time, and their courage is getting fatter.

Occasionally when I came back from going out, I could still see one or two Goose Village fools rejoicing on the terrace of the small bamboo building, and when they saw him come back, they flew away again.

Most irritatingly, on two occasions he actually left goose droppings on his patio.

So he knew that leaving the little white snake to watch the house would have no deterrent effect on these fools in Goose Village.He even discovered that when encountering these fools from Goose Village, the little white snake's first reaction was to run away, go straight to the second floor along the bamboo pillars, and nest on the rattan chair.

The rattan chair in the cave has been moved to the second floor of the small bamboo building by him.

Therefore, he didn't dare to count on that lazy little white snake.

With the little milk tiger on his back, he left the small bamboo building, climbed up the back mountain, and retrieved the two short spears he shot earlier.However, the spearhead had been shot by him and needed to be sharpened again with a bone knife.

He casually shot two short spears back to the grass in front of the small bamboo building, turned around and walked towards the forest.

Sure enough, the little hairball followed him and jumped onto his shoulder.

Not far away, he found many blood stains in the grove.

He felt that this should be the tiger blood shed from the injuries of the two big tigers, and the black tiger should not have suffered any injuries before, otherwise it would not be possible to be so agile.

As he walked, he found a mess, the ground was covered with fresh blood that hadn't completely coagulated, the smell of blood was permeating, and there was a trail full of blood beside it.

He felt that the male tiger should have been dragged away by the black tiger for dinner.

The drag marks continued from the small woods to the small wilderness, and then disappeared into the large forest behind the wilderness.

Seeing this scene, Yun Buliu felt that he had to be careful about that black tiger in the future.

That black tiger was obviously a daring master. Since he dared to chase the two big tigers into the grove and did not give up, he was obviously not very afraid of the big monsters that might exist in the lake.

That being the case, it is not impossible for it to sneak up to the small bamboo building and attack him.

After all, he had shot at it before.

And tigers are very vengeful.

It was precisely because of this that he didn't dare to let the little milk tiger see that he was going to eat tiger meat, otherwise who knew if the little milk tiger would hold grudges in the future and secretly plan to take revenge on him?
He didn't go to the big forest, and he didn't attack the small animals that appeared in the wilderness. He went straight to the small hole in the salt mine that he had dug, and dug up the salt mine with the wild boar's tusks.

He carried the little milk tiger out of the bamboo basket and filled the bamboo basket with ore. After filling a basket, he carried the little milk tiger and left the wilderness.

In the big forest behind the wilderness, a pair of dark eyes, hidden behind the bushes, stared at his back.

(End of this chapter)