After the crown princess was reborn, she was overwhelmed with farming!

Chapter 3
They grew up in Shangjing, Rong Yu studied literature, but Rong Qian studied martial arts, why didn't he think that there were prey in the mountains?

And let a weak woman find prey...

For a moment, Rong Qian felt ashamed, pursed his lips and said nothing, but stared at the two raccoons, unable to move his eyes away. After walking for two months, his stomach that didn't have any meat had already protested Now, seeing the meat at this time, I can't wait to step forward and take a bite.

Rong Yu was more thoughtful, he didn't really believe that a delicate young lady could catch prey, but he also thought that there would be many generals in the Duke Protector's House, maybe she had also practiced martial arts...

Nalanjing had already taken down the cub, and threw it on the ground for little four and five to play with. The little raccoon was bound hands and feet, so he was not afraid of it running away.

She held another dying female raccoon, looked at Rong Qian with glowing eyes, raised her brows and said, "Third Uncle, I'm going to kill the raccoon by the river, you go and gather some firewood and come back."

Rong Qian groaned inwardly, got up and ran towards the mountain.

There are streams everywhere in the mountains and fields. Nalanjing quickly found a river, picked up stones by the river, used the stones as tools, skinned and gutted them, and quickly cleaned the raccoon.

When she was about to go back, she suddenly thought of the cold that Rong Yu had contracted. The officers and soldiers on the way to exile would not give him medicine, and he has been going on until now.

In the wetlands by the river, there are often weeds, which are very effective in relieving cough and relieving asthma, because they look like weeds and are hard to find.

Nalanjing walked along the river, and found a lot of weeds. She dug a lot, and found some purple vanilla, and washed them all before going back.

There are many trees in the mountains, and dry firewood can be picked up everywhere on the ground.

Rong Qian quickly came back with the firewood in his arms, the excitement on his face did not subside, but even his eyes were full of excitement.

Can you not be excited to eat meat soon?

Two days ago, he was still arguing with the officers and soldiers, bargaining for some dry food, worried that they would be penniless and unable to survive when they arrived in Youzhou.

After all, although the journey of exile was bitter, but because of the special circumstances, the emperor ordered them not to wear bracelets along the way, and they had a steamed bun for three meals.

I didn't expect that when I just arrived in Youzhou today, without the steamed buns given by the officers and soldiers, they would eat meat instead, ahh...

Rong Yu frowned: "We don't have flint, and we can't make a fire even if we have firewood."

Rong Qian said without thinking: "We can start a fire by drilling wood."

Rong Yu looked at him: "Will you do it?"

Rong Qian: "..."

Shouldn't be difficult, right?
Although he has never used wood to start a fire, Mr. Wang said it vividly. After all, it is the wisdom of his ancestors, as long as he does it.

So, when Nalan Jing came back with the prey he had killed, he saw Rong Qian was sweating profusely, holding a wooden stick in his hand and frantically tapping on the wooden board under his feet. There was dry grass under his feet, obviously he was drilling a log to start a fire. , but his method was wrong, he didn't even see a trace of soot.

Seeing her coming back, Rong Yu took the initiative to explain: "Sister-in-law, the third child is lighting a fire, and the barbecue may have to wait a little longer."

Soon, Rong Qian's hands were numb from knocking, but the withered grass underneath was still motionless.

He said dejectedly: "Second brother, this thing is a lie..."

Nalanjing handed the cleaned raccoon meat to Rong Yu, reached out and took the wooden stick in his hand. After stepping on the wooden board, he held the wooden stick in both hands and began to rub it. A trace of soot drifted out.

She removed the stick and plank again, knelt down and blew on the soot, and soon a spark ignited.

Rong Qian: "..."

Nalanjing glanced over, the corners of his lips slightly raised: "Have you learned it?"

The frustration on Rong Qian's face disappeared in an instant, and his eyes were no longer excited or happy, but full of shock and a trace of admiration almost overflowing his eye sockets.

After reacting, the crazy chick nodded like a pecking rice: "It's a while, it turns out that drilling wood to make fire is so simple..."

Rong Yu looked at his usually arrogant and domineering younger brother with an expression of feeling honored even though he was dismissed from class, the corners of his lips could not help but twitch.

After Nalanjing lit the fire, he took a wet branch, passed through the raccoon's flesh vigorously, grabbed a kind of purple vanilla and stuffed it into the raccoon's belly. Wrap the raccoon meat tightly with reed leaves and Malan grass, otherwise, put it on the fire and roast it directly, the outside of the meat will be blackened, and the inside will still be raw.

Rong Qian watched her doing something he had never heard of before, and ran over to squat beside her, his face full of amazement, he forgot to burn firewood.

Rong Qian was overwhelmed and exclaimed: "Sister-in-law, where did you learn these skills?"

When Nalan Jing was in danger with the army, he often needed to find ways to fill his stomach. In the army, Pao Ze was also a survival expert, so she naturally learned a lot of survival skills.

However, thinking of her current identity as the daughter of the Duke of Huguo, she had no choice but to explain: "I have seen a lot in Zhuangzi before."

The raccoon meat is not easy to cook, and the smell of the meat wafts out first. Xiao Wu squatted beside her, sucking his saliva, wishing he could hang himself on her body.

The old woman hugged Xiao Liu, and although the others were not as exaggerated as Xiao Wu, they were still staring at the barbecue in her hand, swallowing their saliva non-stop.

Suddenly, Rong Yu licked the dry corners of her lips, coughed once, and then again, as the cough became more intense, she couldn't stop no matter what.

Rong Qian couldn't care less about salivating, and quickly fed him with a water bag, but Rong Yu couldn't drink it at all. He clutched his extremely itchy throat and coughed hard, but it was too hard, and he wanted to retch again.

Just at this time, a plain hand stretched out, holding a handful of reddish and yellow grass in its palm.

Nalanjing said softly: "This is the weed leaf grass, which has miraculous effects of relieving cough and relieving asthma. If you chew and swallow it raw, you will feel better soon."

Nalan Jing originally wanted him to eat something to fill his stomach, so that it would not irritate his stomach so much, but now he can't control that much.

Rong Yu was already coughing so hard to breathe, he took the herbal medicine from her hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed hard, as if taking a slow step would make his life worse than death.

Nalanjing picked up the raccoon meat again and started roasting it again. The intermittent coughing sound behind him had completely quieted down before the meat was cooked.

There were coughing sounds all the way, and suddenly it was quiet, which made me uncomfortable.

However, this discovery made both the old lady and Rong Qian very happy.

Rong Qian said in surprise: "Second brother, why don't you cough anymore?"

Rong Yu: "..." If it doesn't itch, he won't cough, does he really want to cough?
Rong Yu looked at the woman in front of the fire with meaningful eyes, and said truthfully: "Sister-in-law understands medical principles, and herbal medicine is very effective."

Rong Qian wanted to ask how it was possible, she was the daughter of the Duke of the Protectorate, she knew that a single herbal medicine could relieve cough and relieve asthma, it might be a coincidence, and it might not necessarily be because she understood medical principles.

　Babies, remember to collect it, if you can, give me a ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)