Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 133 Chapter 152

Mo Fengyi walked over, squatted next to the firewood, glanced at the fire bag in the man's hand, and said lightly, "The fire bag is damp and useless, go outside and pick up two fist-sized stones and come in. "

The man seemed to listen to Mo Fengyi's words very much, he threw the fire bag aside, got up and went out to pick up stones.

Mo Fengyi removed all the neatly stacked firewood, built a small shed again, and stuffed hay into the gap under the shed. At this time, the man had already picked up the stone and returned it to Mo Fengyi, and handed the stone to Mo Fengyi. he.

He took the stone, touched the dry grass, and rubbed the stones against each other. Presumably he had used his internal strength, and sparks burst out instantly, igniting the dry grass.

He returned the stone to the man who had been stunned for a long time, and said:
"The firewood is a bit wet, and it is difficult to burn for a while. Remember to keep adding hay until the firewood is burning."

The man nodded blankly, as if he knew for the first time that it was still possible to light the firewood, and the others also cast admiring looks at Mo Fengyi.

Only Yan Qingcheng stared pensively at Mo Fengyi who was walking back.

Mo Fengyi looked at Yan Qingcheng's eyes examining the prisoner, and smiled indifferently.

Said: "Don't look at me like that, I believe you will too."

He has been secretly observing her expression, and the thoughts in her eyes just now are obviously the same as what he thought.

Yan Qingcheng's eyes moved slightly, and asked:

"The majestic Mr. Mo shouldn't just stretch out his hands for food and open his mouth for clothes, and live a life of rich clothes and fine food without touching the sun and spring water. How could this wild way of making fire from a millstone in the wild..."

"If you don't have me, how do you know that I have always lived a life of luxury?"

There was a smile on the corner of Mo Fengyi's lips, and he spoke very lightly, very lightly.

However, Yan Qingcheng keenly captured the despair and pain in Mo Fengyi's blue phoenix eyes.

Some people are not easy to get to the bottom of it. Yan Qingcheng lowered his head and continued to help Yuse change the wet handkerchief, not intending to continue asking.

"Haha, I'm so lucky today, friends, we have meat to eat!"

Hearing the sound, the others arrived, and the others hurriedly got up and went out, only to see that the last person was holding a two-foot-long little wild boar in his hand. His mane was black and shiny, and he was shaking by the person. , Howled in fright, kicking his calf and struggling desperately.

"Brother Lu, this wild boar is said to be difficult to catch, how did you catch it?"

Brother Lu pointed to the inside of the wild boar's hind legs, where after a fierce struggle, blood kept oozing out.

"This wild boar is injured. How about luck? Judging by the rain, we might spend the night here today. Let's eat some roasted suckling pork first."

Just do what you say, but everyone has no power to restrain a chicken, no one has seen a pig slaughtered or plucked pig hair, even if they have, they can't do it, everyone looked at each other at a loss, and no one dared to mention pig slaughter matter.

Yan Qingcheng looked funny, a group of scholars were stumped by the pork in their mouths, she thought Mo Fengyi would help them solve it again, so she looked up at Mo Fengyi.

However, Mo Fengyi's thin lips were tightly pursed, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of haze. He watched the wild boar cub trying to hold back something, standing there motionless.

Seeing that no one dared to kill a pig, Chu Yu's servant stepped forward and snatched the hot potato-like wild boar. He laughed and said:

"Leave it to the young one. The young one's father used to be a butcher, so he knows best how to kill this beast."

Everyone collectively let out a sigh of relief and watched the boy quickly wring out the wild boar. In just one cup of tea, the boy came back sweating profusely with the disemboweled and clean wild boar.

He found a wooden stick with ease, sharpened both ends neatly, then passed it through the pig's mouth, through its body, out through its buttocks, and set it on the fire to start roasting.

Mo Fengyi had already turned his back to the group of people at this time, his eyes were quietly looking in the direction of Yu Se, and his thin lips were still tightly pressed together.

(End of this chapter)