Farm Widow: Pick up a husband to open up wasteland and farm

Chapter 63 Going to the Back Mountain

Smelling the familiar smell, Jing Yuan couldn't help but go to the kitchen to take a look. It really was the hot pot he had been thinking about. It seemed like a long time since he last had hot pot.

Just now he casually mentioned in the back room that he wanted to eat hot pot, and his wife immediately came out to get it.

Taking advantage of the fact that the weather is not too cold in the past two days, he still needs to go to the back mountain.

After Zhang Xiaolan changed the cleaned left bamboo shoots into knives, she put them all into the pot and boiled them.

"The smell of smoke is heavy in this room, go out first and see how the fire in the stove is doing"

She looked at Jing Yuan who came in, and persuaded that the peppers she got this time were a bit too much, which was a bit choking, and even the room was filled with a choking smell.

After a short while, a pot of hot pot full of fragrance was put on the fire~
"Let's eat~"

The Wei family had never eaten such a novel way of eating, and they couldn't help holding back their chopsticks even after taking two bites.

Huzi was sweating profusely, and couldn't help the movements of his hands.

"I plan to go to the back mountain again in the afternoon"

Jing Yuan spoke at the right time, he wanted to take advantage of this time to see if anyone would like to join.

"I'll go as well"

"I'll go as well"

"I'll go as well"

"I'll go as well"

The old man of the Wei family kept talking with his two sons.

He glanced at Huzi and Wei Cheng, the youngest son of the Wei family, "You two are too young to be suitable".

"That's right, there are many beasts in the mountains, so I can't rely on you two"

After chewing the bamboo shoots in her mouth, Zhang Xiaolan agreed.
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After the meal, after a short rest, Jing Yuan asked Wei's father and son to get the ax and the rope, and then put them down and left the house.

"When you get there, everything has to be arranged by me, and you can't make your own decisions."

He deliberately slowed down and told the two people who came forward, one was too old and the other was too young.

The front mountain passed the trap all the way, and after entering the back mountain, a gust of cold penetrated the three of them, "Why is it so cold here?" Wei Zhong embraced his hands, and couldn't help shivering~
"Virtual~"

Jing Yuan signaled him not to make a sound with his hands. No one came in this area, and there was no road in this mountain forest. It all depended on a few people stepping hard.

This means that the mountain has a lot of wild game, and he doesn't plan to hunt any more pheasants and hares on this trip today. He has to hunt for wild boars, otherwise this deep winter will be difficult.

"wild... pheasant"

Wei Zhong excitedly pointed to the tree cage less than five meters in front of him, where the beautiful feathers stood up, betraying the direction where the pheasant was hiding~
Jing Yuan waved his hand to him, signaling him not to get excited, and he didn't go forward to catch it. He didn't want to lose the big with a small one. After all, there was a lot of movement here, and the bigger prey around him ran away.

Eyelids can't be so shallow~
He walked with the two of them for a long time, and finally stopped at a pond. Looking at the footprints of many wild boars around the pond, he was pleasantly surprised.

and also……

He looked at the pond and actually jumped out of two fish~
This……

The Wei family father and son looked at him again and again...

This means "Do you want to pick it up or not?"

He thought about it, it seems that he has never eaten fish since he went up the mountain, so he can bring it back, have another meal tonight, and~ He stared at the deep water in the pond, it was rather cloudy, and he couldn't see how deep it was, but , since there are fish, it means there are small fish in it~
After having another plan in my heart, I didn't explore it first, after all, this trip is a wild boar~
He nodded to the two~
The father and son squatted down happily, picked up the fish, and threw it into the basket.

He continued to walk forward, following the footprints of wild boars on the ground, and followed all the way to a raised mountain bun...

(End of this chapter)