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

Chapter 80 You are hot
They didn't have enough salt, jars to salt so much meat.

"The snake meat can't be eaten, and it can't be pickled, so it can only be left to stink?"

Everyone fell into regret.

Qin Min also thought about it, and suggested: "In this case, it's better to make it into a snake meat."

Everyone looked at her, puzzled and said: "Dried snake meat? What is that? How to get it?"

Qin Min said warmly: "Burn firewood to smoke and dry the snake meat. When the snake meat is [-]% to [-]% dry, change to a low fire and continue to dry slowly, so that the snake meat can be produced."

Everyone was stunned again, "It's that simple? Don't you need to add salt?"

Qin Min nodded, "Well, no need."

This kind of snake jerky is good for beautifying the skin, nourishing the kidney and strengthening yang, and it is easy to eat. It is delicious and chewy when eaten directly, and it can also be soaked in water and boiled for soup.

Someone sighed: "But it takes a lot of firewood to roast so much meat into jerky, right?"

"That's better than watching the meat rot, right?"

"That's true."

Several people were divided into two groups, one group was in charge of chopping firewood, and the other group was in charge of cutting snake meat, cutting the meat into even and suitable sizes, so that it could be dried as easily as possible.

Qin Min's hands were bandaged, so he could only walk around and watch them work.

When she passed by Fu Minglai, Fu Minglai was cutting a piece of bright red snake meat, and there were some places beside the snake meat that were pinkish white.

Qin Min had some guesses, but still asked for a definite answer, "Fu Minglai, are these white ones also snake meat?"

Fu Minglai cut the meat and said softly, "No, it's snake fat."

Qin Min straightened up immediately, "Can you give me this snake fat? I want snake fat."

Fu Minglai stopped holding the kitchen knife, "??"

No matter how expensive the little lady is, she wants these things that no one wants.

Qin Min explained warmly: "The medical book I read a few days ago mentioned that these snake fats are very effective in treating burns and regulating the skin after being boiled."

Snake oil!
Excellent skin care products!
Fu Minglai didn't say much, and swished a large pot of snake fat from the snake with a kitchen knife. If Qin Min hadn't called to stop in time, he might have cut off all the snake fat.

Everyone else was busy roasting snake jerky.

The big stove in the thatched shed is idle.

Qin Min wanted to take the opportunity to boil snake fat into snake oil, and raised his hand towards him, "Fu Ming, can you help me remove this sackcloth?"

Her palms were bound like pig's hooves with sackcloth, and she couldn't do anything at all.

Fu Minglai flatly refused, "Your palm is injured and needs to be bandaged, it will heal faster."

"But with my hands bandaged like this, I can't boil these snake fats."

Fu Minglai asked, "How should I cook it?"

Qin Min, "...cut it into pieces, add a little water and cook it slowly."

It's like boiling lard.

According to what she said, Fu Minglai lit the fire and started the stove, poured the sliced ​​snake fat into the iron pot, and added a little water.

Soon, small bubbles came out of the snake fat in the iron pan.

Seeing his neat and impeccable actions, Qin Min was speechless for a moment.

Qin Min would not just give up like this, and said seriously: "But with my hands tied like this, I'm afraid I can't even push the door open."

"I'll help you push."

Qin Min raised her eyebrows. She went in and out of the door several times a day, so it's possible that he planned to stay by her side all the time.

And besides pushing the door, she still has many things to do with these hands.

Qin Min said softly: "Then I have to wash the quilt, the rabbit fur quilt you gave me was soiled."

Although the palm was injured, but with gloves on and a little more care, the quilt could still be washed.

Qin Min felt a little suffocated when he thought of the dirty quilt.

After fighting the giant python, she actually just lay on the quilt like this, the fluffy and soft rabbit fur quilt was covered with a lot of dust and blood.

Fu Minglai frowned immediately, her hands had a big piece of skin torn, and if she went to wash the quilt, her hands would die of pain.

He said decisively, "I'll wash it."

Qin Min almost thought that this person was the ancient version of Sebastian, the excellent butler who only existed in anime.

Qin Min said helplessly, "But I still have to wash my face."

"I'll help you wash."

"I need to change clothes."

"I'll change it for you."

Qin Min, "..."

Fu Minglai, "...!!"

The thatched shed was instantly quiet until the only sound left was the gurgling sound of boiling snake oil.

There was also a nice smell of boiled fat in the air.

Qin Min didn't want to make this person feel embarrassed because of his gaffe, so he pretended not to hear, and added: "... Besides these, I also want to take a bath."

Fu Minglai was thinking of explaining to her that he had made a slip of the tongue, when he heard her words, his brows frowned, "You have an injury on your hand, it's best not to take a bath until the injury is healed."

Qin Min insisted with a focused expression and a warm voice: "I want to take a bath."

She was sweating profusely from running in the mountains today, hiding and running in the pile of rocks, and even went to dig out She Xin and Fu Minglai.

The whole body is either dust or blood, so dirty.

I didn't take a bath the first time I woke up. I was already enduring it. It was impossible not to take a bath before the palm injury healed.

Fu Minglai really wanted to say something, but seeing how persistent she was, she still gave up.

Seeing this, Qin Min stretched out his hand in front of him with a smile.

Fu Minglai resigned to his fate and untied the sackcloth in her hands.

The knuckle fingers brushed Qin Min's wrist inadvertently, making it itchy.

Qin Min was about to say something, but the sackcloth just swept across the broken skin of his palm.

Qin Min was in pain, so he couldn't help taking a deep breath.

Fu Minglai paused with his fingers, untied the linen strip more quickly, and was about to withdraw his hand.

The palm was held back by Qin Min.

Fu Minglai's heart moved slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes deepened.

Qin Min clasped his hand with his fingers, and couldn't help frowning, "Fu Minglai, is your temperature too high?"

When Fu Minglai's fingers slid across her wrist just now, she felt that his fingers were hot, and she kept wanting to ask him if he had a fever.

The distracting thoughts in Fu Minglai's mind dissipated, he pursed his lower lip, and said calmly, "I don't know."

Qin Min frowned even deeper, "Then you bend down."

Fu Minglai was silent for a while, leaning down to look at her with the warm stove propped on his palm.

Qin Min looked at his clear figure in those deep black eyes.

The closer this person got, the more intense and even powerful the oppressive feeling would appear, which made people want to take a step back and put some distance away.

Qin Min's throat rolled slightly, but he still didn't retreat.

She raised the back of her hand and pressed it against his forehead, feeling the strange temperature, she couldn't help frowning, "Fu Minglai, are you having a fever?"

Fu Minglai looked at this small face, never looked away, and said softly, "I don't know."

Qin Min, "..."

Does this person not care about his body at all, why doesn't he know anything.

(End of this chapter)