flee from famine!After being forced to sell to a rough man, I counterattacked

Chapter 13 The First Bonfire
The white-haired old man only reached Fu Minglai's chest, but he passed Qin Min aggressively, rushed to Fu Minglai, and swung his stick down at the big man.

"Stinky boy! Didn't you say you would help me collect herbs!"

Fu Minglai turned sideways to avoid the stick, and his attitude towards the old man was obviously much calmer, and he said flatly: "I'll take it."

The white-haired old man was even angrier, chasing Fu Ming to beat him, "What did you collect, haven't you seen how those herbs have been sun-dried!"

Qin Min recalled the herbs she saw at noon, she felt that those herbs were almost sun-dried, and wanted to remind Fu Ming to put them away, but she forgot when she saw his sister.

Fu Minglai said softly, "No one told me, and I didn't know that I needed to read these."

He dodged the stick with ease, not even a dodge, more like the stick avoided him.

"If you don't know, don't tell me to dry it for me. If you waste something, it will strike you like lightning!"

"Didn't you say that someone should help you?"

The old man had a headache and said heartbrokenly: "Are you calling it a sniper! Do you have the nerve to say that you are here to snipe!"

Fu Minglai looked flat, "If I make a mistake, you can teach me, it's not like I don't want to learn."

He works diligently and corrects his mistakes, and his attitude can be said to be impeccable.

But the old man immediately exploded, "Didn't I teach you, do you remember! I taught you to recognize so many herbs, and you never taught one to forget the other! I won't ask myself What kind of medicinal herbs must be sun-dried to count, I will ask you how many kinds of medicinal herbs you can distinguish now!"

For those who want to learn Chinese medicine, distinguishing herbs is a very high barrier to entry.

Not only need a strong memory, but also be very patient and careful to be able to distinguish those herbs that are similar in shape but have diametrically opposite medicinal properties.

Qin Min is considered a careful person when he asks himself, and there were times when he misremembered, and he took the grass that hurt others as life-saving, and was scolded bloody by the school professor immediately.

After studying hard for a long time, I barely let the professor nod.

Liang Dawei poked his head out from the thatched hut to see if they had finished fighting. He saw Qin Min who was watching the battle, and hurriedly shouted, "Qin Min, come and help."

Qin Min walked into the thatched hut, and saw seven or eight fat bamboo rats tied with straw on the ground.

Liang Dawei was skinning the bamboo rat, his hands were bloody, "Hey, you guys came just in time, the others went to take a bath, and I'm the only one left, I'm too busy."

Qin Min responded, and picked up an extra kitchen knife.

Liang Dawei raised his shoulders and wiped his sweat. The bamboo rat's skin was really hard to peel. The skin was soft, thin and not slippery. He almost cut his hand.

He managed to dispose of one, took out the internal organs, and handed it to Qin Min, "There is a basin over there, you can take this to wash and put it on the leaves over there."

Qin Min put down the bamboo rat that had just been placed under the knife edge, and took the piece of meat to clean.

Liang Dawei stretched out his hand to touch the eight bamboo rats beside him, but found nothing.

He turned his head in bewilderment, but he didn't see the bamboo rat. He was about to tell Qin Min to look for the bamboo rat, but his jaw almost dropped from shock.

At Qin Min's position just now, there were seven red lumps of bamboo rat meat, which were peeled and neatly arranged in a row. The remaining one that hadn't been peeled was knocked out.

When Qin Min came back after washing the meat, he saw Liang Dawei staring blankly at her chopping board, and said puzzledly, "I still have one left, do you want to peel it?"

Liang Dawei quickly waved his hands, "No, I can't, you... you should come?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Qin Min's slender fingers, and he couldn't help showing some hesitation. Was it really her who peeled it off? Is it possible?

Qin Min snorted, then picked up the remaining bamboo rat, stabbed the knife into the junction of the bamboo rat's head and neck, cut a gap, inserted the knife into the middle of the gap, cut open the intersection of flesh and skin with the knife, and grabbed it with one hand. Peel off the skin.

The movement is clean and neat, like taking off clothes, peeling off the bamboo rat's skin smoothly.

Liang Dawei swallowed his saliva, he didn't know why he was a little scared but also a little bit excited, and wanted to catch a few more and watch her continue to peel them.

After Qin Min peeled the skin of the bamboo rat and took out the internal organs, he glanced outside the thatched shed and shook his head involuntarily.

The old and the strong outside are still fighting.

Liang Dawei brought a few wooden sticks, which looked like Fu Minglai had sharpened them in the afternoon, and one end was so sharp that it could penetrate into a piece of bamboo rat meat.

Qin Min picked up a wooden stick and wanted to go through the bamboo rat from tail to head, but it took a long time to poke it in. He didn't know where it got stuck, and he couldn't go in at all.

Unlike the technical work of skinning, this is more of a laborious work.

Liang Dawei watched frightfully from the side, seeing that the wooden stick was skewed and almost pierced Qin Min's hand, and finally couldn't help but snatched her wooden stick, "I'll do this, I can't peel the skin, do this It’s still possible, you go to make a fire, the firewood has been split, and the flint is there.”

What a skillful hand, if you get hurt, how can you peel the skin.

Qin Min knew that he was weak, so he didn't insist on it. Looking around, he saw wooden blocks piled up in the corner.

"Do you want to light a fire in here?"

Qin Min said hesitantly, she was really worried that the thatched hut would be burned.

"Light a fire outside."

Qin Min moved several bundles of firewood to the soil three meters away from the thatched shed.

The two outside are still fighting.

No, it was the old man who beat Fu Minglai unilaterally. Fu Minglai kept dodging, occasionally hitting him, and the expression on his face was neither painful nor itchy.

Seeing her watching, Liang Dawei explained: "It's okay, just move your body more. The boss is exercising for Uncle Liang just for fun."

Qin Min looked at the stick that Swish Pokong was waving, really, how could she really look at Uncle Liang's posture?

The two fought and hid, then went to the side.

The ground over there is uneven, and if you step on the pit without paying attention, you can directly break your foot.

Fu Minglai didn't retreat any further, but stopped and raised his hand to block it.

The wooden stick hit Fu Minglai hard on the arm.

The stick was broken in two.

Uncle Liang never thought that Fu Minglai hadn't dodged it, so he immediately stayed where he was, looked at the only half of the wooden stick, and then looked at Fu Minglai's arm, a trace of embarrassment of doing something wrong flashed across his old face.

Fu Minglai said softly, "I'm fine."

His arms didn't even turn red.

The so-called copper skin and iron bones are nothing more than that.

Uncle Liang heaved a sigh of relief, snorted coldly, and threw away the stick, "You're lucky, kid, next time you touch my herbs, I'll beat you to death."

After that, he turned his head and went back to the thatched hut.

Qin Min is trying to build a campfire stand, erecting wooden slats, and the tops are close together like a cone, with a ventilation gap leaking in the middle.

Fu Minglai walked up to her, glanced at the strangely shaped bonfire stand, and didn't criticize or find fault, and didn't say anything.

He silently whittled the white-haired old man's broken wooden stick into more flammable sheets for lighting the fire.

Qin Min didn't feel narcissistic, but felt that he set it up very well. He hesitated, "This is the first time I set up a bonfire. Is it right?"

(End of this chapter)