Traveling through the peasant daughter-in-law: there is no lower limit for the Han's favorite w

Chapter 5 Still want to run?
Su Nian was leaning against a big tree, holding a water bag to fill her clothes with sweat. Su Nian wiped off her sweat, picked up her pannier and left. The big tree she was leaning on was already wet.

Su Nian walked for a while, her breathing was already unstable.

Looking at the scorching sun above her head, Su Nian planned to go down the mountain. She didn't bring dry food, and she didn't want to faint from hunger on the mountain.In fact, her physical fitness is not enough. If it is her modern body, it is nothing if she does not eat a meal, and it is nothing to climb a mountain. After all, when she was on a mission before, even if she did not eat for a day, the mission was still completed. It's perfect.

But that has become a thing of the past, and now she...

The family can't get rid of the pot anymore, and even breakfast is wild vegetable dumpling, and she doesn't dare to squander the little rice left, who knows if she can find prey on the mountain.

Looking at the situation, it seems that she still has a long way to go if she wants to eat meat.

"Cuckoo-"

Su Nian stopped walking down the mountain, her eyes lit up and her ears pricked up to identify the source of the sound.

"Cuckoo-"

Su Nian finally determined the direction of the sound, which came from behind her left. She decisively poured out the contents of the pannier, and walked towards the source of the sound lightly while holding the pannier.

It didn't take long to see a pheasant squatting under a tree, with its wings slightly spread and its eyes closed, as if enjoying a sun bath.

Su Nian smiled inwardly, a chicken is quite enjoyable, the sun shines mottled on the feathers, it looks extraordinarily dazzling, but... no matter how dazzling it is, if it catches her eyes, it is hers up.

When Su Nian saw this chicken, countless recipes flashed through his mind, chicken soup, braised chicken, spicy chicken, white-cut chicken, chicken stewed with mushrooms, salt-baked chicken... just thinking about it makes your mouth water Out.

Su Nian tiptoed behind the pheasant, holding a basket and trying to cover it on top of the pheasant, but the pheasant seemed to sense something, and suddenly stood up. The pheasant was severely covered by the back pan, and the pheasant was frightened and bumped into the back pan, as if it was about to knock the back pan over, but how could Su Nian do what it wanted, holding the back pan firmly, waiting When the movement was not so loud, I stretched my hand inside, and the chicken started jumping again, and grabbed Su Nian. Fortunately, the wound was not deep and did not bleed, only a scratch was left.

Su Nian didn't care, she smiled brightly, held the chicken in her right hand, patted the chicken's head with her left hand, and muttered, "You still want to run? Run, are you able to run? Just obediently be my sister's food."

Su Nian casually removed a rattan to tie the chicken's feet, Su Nian froze, her eyes were fixed on the rattan leaves, she didn't know what she was thinking, and looked over and over with the rattan tied with the chicken's feet.

Looking at the place where the rattan was pulled, he was still muttering something, the tip is sharper, the side grows small leaves, the petiole is yellow and fluffy, purple flowers... Su Nian's eyes became brighter as he said that, he followed the rattan to find the root, and it was still at the root After pawing for a while, the tone was pleasantly surprised, "It's really a kudzu root, and looking at this vine, the kudzu root in the ground must be not small, I picked up a good thing."

It's a pity that we can't dig it now, and we have to wait until autumn and winter, otherwise I really want to dig it out to have a look, so Su Nian put back the soil that was dug out.

After remembering the location, Su Nian took the basket and left. He picked up the fungus and banlangen in the basket, and went down the mountain with the chicken. He didn't put the pheasant in the basket, because he was afraid that the fungus would be damaged by the chicken making a fuss in it.

(End of this chapter)