Traveling through the barren years, picking up space, picking up food, drinking and picking up husba

Chapter 16 Dig a hole, bury some soil, count one, two, three, four, five
Cen Abao stopped and tilted his head to look at him.

His behavior is very familiar.

In her previous life, she was very naughty as a ferret, and often ran into various forests. She didn't remember her way, and she was always running around in a hurry.

Later, when she entered the forest again, she found that there were small red flowers on every branch, and she could find the way back to the nest by following the small red flowers.

"Little dirty boy, why did you put red flowers?" Cen Abao asked, tilting his head.

Qi Zeyao curled up his toes in the sandals: "Mark."

Added another sentence: "Don't get lost."

Cen Abao ran over and turned his head to observe his expression.

Qi Zeyao's toe caps almost tore through the straw sandals, but his expression remained calm.

"Let's go." Cen Abao took the lead, saying to himself: Could it be that she made a mistake?

Well, wrong.

Qi Zeyao stared at the little red flower and patted his head in frustration: It's done.

From a long distance, I looked at the big tree with hoarfrost fruit hanging on it.

"That's right, that's it." Cen Abao grabbed the one closest to her, licked her mouth, and immediately spat out, and she winked in salty eyes: "Hey, that's the smell, it's not a bad taste, it's definitely fine in cooking."

They picked the big leaves, grabbed some old salt skin fruits, picked them up and ran into the cave.

"Grandma, grandma, the two of us found salt, we can marinate meat." Cen Abao sat down on the ground and happily demonstrated to them: "Grandma, take a good look."

Mrs. Cen seriously wanted to take off her eyeballs and put them on their sockets.

Cen Abao took a bowl made of yellow mud and scraped off the layer of salt with a small wooden stick.

"It's really salt." Mrs. Cen tasted it, and was so excited that she was about to cry.

"Grandma, you scrape, bacon." Cen Abao pointed in the direction: "That old nose."

Mrs. Cen took her two daughters-in-law to carefully apply the salt and cream on the meat, and put one piece on the branch of the tree. In total, it still needs to be air-dried. Firstly, it will be stored for a long time, and secondly, the air-dried meat will become dry after being smoked. Small and save space.

"I'll make some soup from this bone for everyone to nourish their bodies." Cen Lao San held the shaved bone and planned to chop it into pieces.

Qi Ze Yao Niao quietly appeared behind him: "You can't chop it."

"Oh, my mother, you scared me to death, Xiaoyao, why are you so silent when you walk?" Cen Laosan covered his beating heart: "Why can't you chop it?"

Qi Zeyao's handsome face pondered for a moment: "Make a bone knife."

At the end, I added another sentence: "Self-defense."

Boss Cen is a hunter, and he heard the way: "Xiao Yao, you mean to make knives from animal bones?"

Qi Zeyao looked at them like idiots, did he not understand?

He was patient, accentuated, and looked out word by word: "Wild boar, powerful, bones, make knives."

Boss Cen understood: "Success, Xiaoyao is smarter, leave this matter to Uncle."

"Why do you make that stuff?" Cen Lao San thought it would be good to drink soup.

Boss Cen rolled his eyes at him: "What are we going to do when we meet bad guys before we leave the forest? Just fight with your bare hands with your small body? But it's different with this thing in your hand. Who dares to bully us? It all has to be weighed.”

Makes sense.

First prepare a few thick bamboo or wooden sticks, then pick out the strongest bones of the wild boar, grind them into the shape of a knife blade, sharp and hard, and finally insert the bones into the bamboo tube, and wrap it tightly with vines .

Four animal bone knives made from one wild boar are enough.

The boys of the Cen family stared at the meat eagerly, wanting to eat it.

Mrs. Cen was going to show her hand, but Abao Cen was clamoring to fill the stove and burn firewood, blowing the flames blew ashes from her face, and Mrs. Cen pushed her aside.

out of gas?Boiled with pig fat, the sizzling fat smells all over the sky, and the boys gulp their mouths, the old fat is not willing to give up all the scourge, put it in a yellow clay bowl, and wait for it to cool Before cooking and solidifying, just dig a small piece.

Slip the cut pig dice into the yellow clay pot, sprinkle some salt, add some water, and simmer the gravy, and the fragrant people stomp their feet.

The Cen family ate in a circle, sweating profusely from eating, chewing the food, it was so hot that they couldn't bear to spit it out, and finally licked the bowl clean.

"Smell, it's really fragrant."

Everyone burped in satisfaction.

Cen Abao took advantage of everyone's rest and ran to the place where the pigs entered the water to rummage through them.

"A Bao, what are you looking for? To bury it or not." Mrs. Cen heyed.

"Grandma, you will know later." Cen Abao picked up something and ran to the river, and came back with a cleaned pig leg in his hand: "Grandma, this is a good thing, we don't have a water bag , Now that we are in the woods, we can hold water in our hands or take a bowl to drink, if there is no small river on the road, what will happen, so save more things for water these days."

"One pig has only one urine bubble, what's the matter? A few more wild boars can't stand it." Mrs. Cen waved her hand, that was scary.

"Grandma, animal skins are fine too, I'll tell dad to pay attention."

Boss Cen took the machete and went into the forest after listening to his daughter's words. Abao Cen shouted from behind: "Father, don't go too deep, it's dangerous."

Cen Abao turned around and saw that the third uncle was drying the herbs in case of emergency, Cen Sheng squatted and peeked, the second brother Cen Azhuo pursed his lips in deep thought, and the younger brother Cen Arun was holding a piece of wood and didn't know what to do.

Grandma took Mother and Third Aunt to the river to take turns washing their clothes, which were rotten after running for so many days.

Cen Abao sneaked into the cave to check what they had stockpiled. In the deep forest, there was no need to worry about meat and the like, but there was a shortage of food such as pancakes and rice.

"These are the things that will fill you up."

Cen Abao is not good at drawing cakes and rice, but he can draw other things.

Hey, she made a silly noise, and quietly moved to the other side of the river by herself.

As I walked, I realized that something was wrong, why did the little dirty boy follow her?

How can she use the magic pen after following this way?

"What are you doing?"

"protect you."

"Need not."

Qi Zeyao stood still: "Tiger, lion, leopard, black bear..."

Cen Abao's stomach was trembling as she was nagging, a tiger would have to swallow her with such a small body.

"You're like this..." Cen Abao felt that he was shorter and smaller than himself, curled his lips: "Can you protect me?"

For the first time, Qi Zeyao's eyes showed anxiety: "Yes! Try!"

"Don't, don't bring the tiger here."

Follow along if you like.

Wanbaolin is different from other forests in that it has boundaries.

There are no trees on the other side of the river, but large areas of shrubs and grass.

Cen Abao intends to use the magic pen here.

But the little dirty boy glanced at her now and then at her.

What a shame.

She bluffed her little face: "I want it to be convenient for you to watch too, you, you, you, you, turn around."

She stretched her fingers fiercely.

Qi Zeyao turned around slowly.

"Go forward."

"Go a little further."

The distance was almost there, and Cen Abao squatted on the ground, hissing with his mouth, calling in his mind: "Magic brush, magic brush."

"here I am."

"Draw a sweet potato."

After finishing speaking, Cen Abao hurriedly opened his eyes.

One look, happy, there is a large piece of sweet potato on the grass, with leaves attached, it looks like it grows out of the ground.

"Little dirty boy, look what I found?" Cen Abao pretended to be pleasantly surprised.

The first thing Qi Zeyao ran over was not to look at sweet potatoes, but to look at...

(End of this chapter)