Mountain Wild Clouds

Chapter 49 You Can Do It All, I Can't Say It?

After adding a handful of dry firewood to the stone pot, Yun Buliu ignored it, picked up two bone knives, went to the simple slaughtering stand by the pond, and began to slaughter the big crocodile.

Two bone knives, one is a butcher's knife and the other is a skinning knife.

But after he tried it, he found that the sharpness of the bone knife could not break through the defense of this big crocodile at all.Moreover, he didn't dare to use too much force, for fear that the bone knife would break directly.

He could only use the boar's tusks to slowly scrape the crocodile skin away along the side of his waist.

Although he doesn't know how to tan the crocodile skin, only the crocodile skin on the abdomen is the softest in the whole crocodile. If you cut it from the midline of the crocodile's abdomen like slaughtering other wild animals, then this piece of soft crocodile skin It can only be wasted.

Yun Buliu didn't know that its idea was exactly the same as that of the skinners who slaughtered and skinned the crocodile.

While slaughtering the crocodile, he kept his eyes on the Great Lake from time to time.As a result, after he peeled off both the soft and hard skin of the crocodile, the lake was still calm.

This result made him doubt his guess and the sensitivity of the little furball.

Perhaps, there are really no monsters in this big lake, it's just that the little fur ball made a mistake in its judgment.Or maybe there was something in it, but it was dead.

While thinking, he began to cut open the belly of the big crocodile. First, he cut open the crocodile meat with a butcher knife. After touching the bone, he stabbed hard with the tiger teeth, breaking the crocodile bone in an instant.

After cutting open the crocodile's abdomen, he kept some internal organs, and packed the remaining internal organs with a strong fishy smell in bamboo baskets and sent them back to the great lake.

These viscera were cleaned up by the lake fish for him, so he didn't need to bury them at all.

After pouring those internal organs into the lake, watching the fish in the lake boil again, while the lake surface in other places was still calm, Yun Buliu felt that he could add a delicacy to his recipe.

When he came back with the bamboo basket, the little milk tiger had already come to the edge of the slaughter stone platform, lowered his head to smell the bloody smell, and even licked the spilled crocodile blood in the grass.

Yun Buliu knew it was hungry just by looking at its movements and behavior.

So he reached out and picked it up, and carried it back to the bamboo building.

Beside the stone pot in front of the bamboo building, seeing Yunbuliu come back, the little fur ball stretched out its paws and pushed the clay pot in front of it, pointing at the pot and the pot, and started babbling.

Yun Buliu lifted the lid of the stone pot, and the smell of meat wafted out, blowing in the wind.

He scooped out a few pieces of beef with a bamboo spoon, put them in the clay pot in front of the little hairball, added some soup to it, and signaled it to blow it first, and then eat it when it is cold.

Then he scooped up another piece of meat and put it in the special bamboo bowl for the little milk tiger, twisted it with his hands, and found that the beef was not so easy to rot.

He picked up the little milk tiger, opened its small mouth and looked at it. The gums were much harder, and it was estimated that it was about to grow teeth.But with its current state, it is definitely not possible to eat this beef.

So he simply took the bamboo bowl, ran to the side of the skinned and disemboweled crocodile, squeezed the crocodile meat hard, and squeezed out some crocodile blood for it.

Although the smell of blood was strong, the little milk tiger didn't dislike it at all. After drinking a bamboo bowl of crocodile blood, he still looked unsatisfied, licking the blood stains on the corners of his lips.

While he was feeding the little milk tiger, the little white snake also jumped down from the terrace and plunged headlong into the pond... The idiots of Goose Village who were originally staying in the pond came back after Yun Buliu carried the crocodile It has already dispersed and fled.

It swam across the pond, climbed up the ridge, appeared in front of Yunbuliu, and opened its mouth to beg for meat.

Seeing the little white snake appear, Yun Buliu couldn't help laughing and cursing, "You lazy little guy, you actually only woke up now after sleeping. It's really like reaching out for clothes and opening your mouth for food! Oh! I'm sorry, I forgot that you don't have hands. .”

While laughing and cursing, he cut the crocodile meat into pieces with a bone knife to make it easier for it to swallow.

As if the little white snake could understand what he said, it immediately opened its thorn scales, exposed its fangs, and hissed at him, as if to protest.

"Oh, you can do it all, but I can't tell you?"

Yun Buliu scorned her mercilessly, and then saw it flicking its small tail on his leg a few times, as if it was acting like a baby to him.

It didn't let him go until he put a crocodile meat on the grass, and turned to eat the meat.

The little milk tiger also seemed to want to eat meat. A pair of tiger eyes stared curiously at the crocodile meat on the stone platform. He stood up, with his front paws resting on the edge of the stone platform, trying to stretch his head, sniffing carefully.

Seeing Yun Buliu looking at it, it stuck out its tongue and licked the crocodile meat.

"The teeth haven't even started to grow yet! Do you want to eat meat like others?"

Yun Bulai gave it a blank look, but after thinking about it, he still took out the crocodile liver, sliced ​​off the soft crocodile liver with a bone knife, and fed it into its mouth.

The meat of the crocodile liver is soft, but the toothless little milk tiger still uses its gradually hardening gums to chew repeatedly for a long time before swallowing.Compared with the rough way of the little white snake who eats by swallowing completely, the eating of the little milk tiger is much more gentle and gentle.

After lunch, the little hairball returned to the top of the small bamboo building to continue "sitting dry meditation", and the little white snake slipped back to the second floor of the bamboo building to nest on the wicker chair, looking at the scenery through the small bamboo window.

Only the little milk tiger, who has gradually regained its vivacity, is playing with butterflies in the greenery.

After eating lunch, Yun Buliu made an estimated thirty to forty catties of crocodile meat, threw it into a stone pot, added water, and boiled it slowly over a low heat.

Then use a butcher knife to cut off the remaining crocodile meat one by one, carry it back to the cave in a bamboo basket, and marinate it in a large stone mortar with salt.

This time, he did not use wild ginger and wild onions, which were not easy to find.If the disaster continues at this rate, it is estimated that he will have to go to other places to search soon.

But other places may not necessarily have this thing.

He carried the remaining bones with tendons back to the cave and put them on the two bamboo poles.Now that there is a big pot, it is completely possible to break off the crocodile bones and boil them in the big pot.

He just felt that it was a pity that the mushrooms he knew were extremely limited.

Otherwise, when the mushrooms grew wildly in the spring, he could pick some and dry them, and now he could eat crocodile stewed mushrooms.

When he came to the stone stove in front of the small bamboo building, he added some firewood to the bottom of the stone pot. After being free for a while, he went to swim in the small pond outside.

The water is 1.7 meters deep in a small pond of more than [-] square meters, which is enough for him to toss in it.

As for swimming, he couldn't remember how long he hadn't swam.

Originally thought that I might turn back into a landlubber, who wanted to play in the water for a while, and quickly remembered the dog planing and frog poses I learned as a child.

It's just that in this water, his control of power is obviously not as dexterous as on the ground. With a light jump, he jumped to the edge of the pond.

He can only control the power and slowly get familiar with it.

While playing, he thought of a way to exercise in the water.If he wasn't worried about monsters in the Great Lake, he felt that exercising in the Great Lake would be the best choice.

But now, he had to use this small pond to try it out.

(End of this chapter)