Country Composer

Chapter 153 Teacher Ma
The camera brother kept picking up Ma Xiaoshu's cold frogs to eat, adding Houttuynia cordata, the taste was amazing, and the foreigner said he was very fond of it.

Mr. Pei also tasted a piece and admired sincerely: "I didn't expect that raw frogs can be so delicious!"

Ma Xiaoshu was full of doubts, this is delicious?

How have you never seen the world?
Oh yes!Old Bei is British, so it makes sense!After all, that is the famous kingdom of dark cooking.

No wonder he dared to eat everything he saw, because they might not taste better after cooking.

After walking for a long time, the sky gradually darkened.

And they were still deep in the jungle, it was calculated before coming here, they must sleep in the wilderness tonight, Ma Xiaoshu didn't panic at all, anyway, Master Bei was there.

Came to a hillside full of bamboo, Mr. Pei said, "It looks like we're going to live here tonight."

Ma Xiaoshu was tired and numb: "Oh..."

In terms of physical strength and endurance, he is still a bit short, after all, he is just a better ordinary person.

Of course, it is also possible that the night before yesterday was too much consumption...

"Hey! Spare food, did you see those bamboos?"

"I saw it."

"They are very useful. In fact, bamboo is an excellent material for survival in the wild. He can build a house, drink water, store things and even use it as a weapon. Can you use bamboo to make tools?"

"Me? I'm ordinary..."

"Then let me teach you, let's go and chop some thicker bamboos and come back, let's see the dog."

"dog!"

Soon, Ma Xiaoshu followed Mr. Bei to chop some bamboos back.

Mr. Pei skillfully split the bamboo from the middle of the waist, let it close at both ends, and formed seven or eight long strips of more than two meters in the middle, then stretched those long strips, and used vines to weave them horizontally, and then a hammock was ready .

He tied the bamboo hammock between two trees with vines: "I hope it can bear my weight. If it breaks, some guys will laugh at me."

Ma Xiaoshu was learning how to do it beside him: "Are you talking about Mr. De?"

Old Bei: "Cough! Of course... no. Wow, it can bear my weight completely, a perfect hammock! It's just a bit narrow, and I can't turn over."

Ma Xiaoshu: "Then make it wider."

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Make two hammocks tied together, it will be more comfortable to sleep in this way."

"I'm asking what's the name of the one you made up?"

"Mat! The hammock is too harsh. It would be better to lay out a mat. Of course, we can only weave a little bit, and time does not allow."

"Uh……"

I teach you how to make a hammock, what the hell are you making a mat?
Do you still want to make a pillow?
Yes!

Ma Xiaoshu wove another bamboo pillow, which was very rough, but it was quite comfortable after wrapping it in palm leaves.

In fact, both mats and pillows were randomly woven. Ma Xiaoshu was in a hurry, and the bamboo strips he drew were finger-wide, just to save trouble.

But even so, compared with Mr. Pei's shoddy things, it instantly became upscale.

Master Bei was stunned: "The craftsmanship is good! Spare food, you...as a singer, why do you still know how to weave bamboo?"

Ma Xiaoshu: "Because in my hometown, almost all the furniture and tools are made of wood and bamboo. I learned wood and bamboo crafts from my father since I was a child. He is an authentic farmer, so he is very proficient. These."

Mr. Bei was very impressed: "You have an amazing father, does he still weave tools by himself?"

Ma Xiaoshu shook his head: "No, he had a stroke."

Mr. Bei: "Sau Rui, that's really a sad story..."

Ma Xiaoshu grinned: "It's not sad at all, it's funny. He went to help others with woodwork, and at night he drank fake wine and fell into the pond when he returned home... He swam to the shore with his face! He is a very good swimmer. "

Grandpa Bei: "..."

This is really speechless, I always feel that Ma Xiaoshu's father is the same kind of person as him, powerful and wonderful.

When the show was broadcast, the audience laughed like crazy, and Ma Xiaoshu's father was also strong.

Afterwards, Ma Xiaoshu taught Mr. Bei to weave summer mats, and then taught him to weave bamboo to make the roof. It is not acceptable to spread palm leaves directly, as soon as the wind blows, it will be gone. Fixing the palm leaves on the bamboo with fine silk will make it more stable. .

Mr. Pei benefited a lot, but he always felt a bit robbed of the limelight, so he went to make traps to catch small animals while it was still dark. The bait was the viscera of bats and bullfrogs.

His technique and experience are rich, there is no doubt about it, but it is too rough.

"We use heavy objects to make a mechanism. As long as the mechanism is triggered, the heavy objects will fall down. Maybe there will be unexpected gains tomorrow..."

"Why don't you use a bamboo stick? It can definitely nail small animals to the ground, and it won't hit heavy objects accurately."

"That's too complicated."

"It's not complicated at all, look at me, this, this, and this..."

Mr. Ma started to attend class, and Mr. Pei studied very seriously. In fact, he learned many of his methods of catching animals from local people around the world.

And Ma Xiaoshu's organs are very exquisite and there are many kinds.

This is what he has been playing since he was a child.

When I was young, every year above the stove in his house, there were many smoked birds, voles and hares, which were more fragrant than bacon.

Barrage:

"Teacher Ma is too versatile."

"I asked you to make a hammock, why did you make a three-piece suit?"

"I have to say that Ma Xiaoshu's bamboo weaving skills are really three blocks ahead of Master Pei."

"My grandpa would have made these too."

"Is it true that Ma Xiaoshu said that his father drank fake wine?"

"Yes! It was even on the news in our county at the time... The host said that the old man is very inspirational!"

"Ma Xiaoshu taught Mr. Bei how to do a trick?"

"Too arrogant?"

"Normal! Master Pei knows a lot, but you're not afraid to learn more."

"Ma Xiaoshu's hands are really skillful."

After completing the surrounding organs, the sky was already very dark.

Mr. Pei is lighting a fire.

In the pitch darkness, Ma Xiaoshu said quietly: "As the number one leader in the survival world, isn't it a bit of a price drop to use flint and steel to start a fire? Old Bei?"

For more than a day, the two have gotten to know each other well.

After all, Ma Xiaoshu is the best at dealing with people.

Mr. Pei argued: "I can use a hundred ways to make a fire, but it is not necessary. This trip is mainly to survive in the typhoon rainforest. The way to make a fire is not the key."

Ma Xiaoshu: "I should have known I brought a lighter."

Mr. Pei: "Why not? Survival in the rainforest has never been about making fire, but driving, hunting and staying overnight. There are dangers everywhere."

Ma Xiaoshu started to make roasted bullfrogs and bats. He didn't finish eating them before, and left them for the evening.

This time he did not use an open fire to roast, but burned the remaining bamboo material into charcoal, so that the charcoal roast has no smell of smoke.

Not long after, the three of them had a steaming barbecue.

Ma Xiaoshu sighed: "I forgot to bring cumin!!!"

Oh shit!

If I had known the bullfrogs here were so stupid, I would have brought the cumin!

Everyone is not full, but it is good to have something to eat.

Later, Master Pei went to inspect the surroundings of the camp, and he had to keep the guests safe.

Ma Xiaoshu was chatting with the video camera brother. Although his English basically had no grammar and his pronunciation was peppery, he was never stage-frightened, and chatted with his brother back and forth.

Then, this buddy took out the big thing and wanted to share it with Ma Xiaoshu, but Ma Xiaoshu immediately refused in fright.

At this time, Mr. Pei came back with a huge centipede, and my brother immediately put away the big one, picked up the camera, turned it on and continued to shoot.

Master Bei: "Look at this thing, it's at least thirty centimeters long! It's almost perfect!"

Ma Xiaoshu picked it up with bamboo sticks and chopsticks to observe closely: "It can't be a master."

Master Bei smiled and said, "Such a big one is not considered a genius?"

Ma Xiaoshu: "After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it is not allowed to become a master, so let's roast it! This thing is crispy when roasted!"

huh~
Soon, each person was given a piece of roasted centipede, which was really delicious.

Then sleep happily.

Early the next morning.

Ma Xiaoshu was still yawning in the hammock, not to mention, it was quite cool last night, but there were a lot of mosquitoes.

Mr. Pei sat in front of the fire and chattered: "We spent a wet night in the Chinese rainforest, and the rain stopped for a while. There is an old Chinese proverb that says 'tomorrow will be better'. I hope we will have good luck today."

Ma Xiaoshu: "Without this proverb, you are just talking nonsense. There is only an old Chinese saying...you can lose your fortune if you lose your horse."

"What do you mean?"

"It means... Forget it, I can't explain it to you."

English proficiency is limited!

Afterwards, they checked the organs that had been arranged last night.

A hare was nailed to death with a bamboo stick, a field mouse was hit by a stone slab, and the field mouse was crushed into pieces by the stone slab.

After a simple breakfast, the three of them started on their way again. They had to escape this area before three o'clock this afternoon, otherwise they would be considered a failure.

This is a variety show, but there are not as many scripts as domestic variety shows, everything is possible.

Mr. Bei rushed on the road very hard, rushing hard in a piece of moso bamboo, screaming from exhaustion.

"Oh! This is crazy, it's like a nightmare, spare food, how do you feel?"

"I'm normal."

Ma Xiaoshu looked like a student, wearing a backpack and a peaked cap, standing behind Mr. Pei and answering solemnly.

Mr. Pei: "Watt? Don't you think this road is too difficult to walk through?"

Ma Xiaoshu: "I don't think so. Every year when I go home to visit my grandfather's grave on Qingming Festival, the road is exactly the same as this one. You have to use a knife to open the way."

Master Pei was speechless.

After a long time, you Chinese have a legal birthday every year?The survival of the whole people is so fierce?

Quest: Arrive and worship the ancestral cemetery in the secret realm? !
When Chinese audiences see this place, they have a very sense of substitution. Going to the grave during the Qingming Festival is indeed... too difficult!

Everyone is lucky today.

Although it was tiring to climb up and down the ridge all the way, it only took one morning to reach the edge of the jungle.

Need to replenish energy before leaving.

They were looking for food in a stream near the river. Mr. Pei caught some crabs and asked Ma Xiaoshu to eat them raw.

This guy has a bad taste, he seems to want to see Ma Xiaoshu make a fool of himself.

After all, he didn't eat raw food these two days, and the bullfrog was also served cold, and the salt had already made the meat half-cooked.

Ma Xiaoshu smiled coldly, and took out new supplies from his backpack: "It's okay to eat raw crabs! As long as you dare to eat this!"

Master Pei smiled: "Eggs? Eggs?"

Ma Xiaoshu: "It's a duck egg."

Grandpa Bei: "Exchange!"

"Ook!"

Ma Xiaoshu took the crab, and when he opened the shell, he was inhaled by a storm, and a live crab disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Mr. Bei nodded and began to peel the eggs: "You are very good as spare food! You are the most powerful star I have ever seen in the wilderness, no one, and I want to thank you for sending me duck eggs. It looks very good. ...Whoah! Ouch...This is a fucking egg? Falk! I suspect you want to poison me to death!"

Teacher Ma took out another one and taught Mr. Pei: "This one is called preserved egg! It's a very leather egg!"

(End of this chapter)