I'm not a wild eater

After all, they took away all the cubs and ate them.

Bang Bang Bang, Bang Bang Bang.

哐

There was a dull sound of impact in the distance.

"Judging from the sound, the bamboo tube should be blocked."

Bang!Bang!Bang Bang!

After the impact stopped for a few seconds, there were scattered sounds of bamboo colliding with other things.

Mu Qing's smile froze and gradually transformed into a complicated face.

"The bang just now gave me a good feeling."

"Now, I have a bit of an ominous premonition, let's go down and have a look."

As Mu Qing said, his pace quickened a little.

Walking to the edge of the vine wall, two big bamboos cling to each other, waiting for Muqing there.

The bamboo is still hanging loosely, and a large pile of bamboo vines were originally tied.

Strictly speaking, there is a junior between them.

The other one was erected here before Muqing, and was used as a fulcrum for the side vine wall.

Mu Qing squatted down and observed the vine wall on the ground.

Two of the vines were broken by the big bamboo tube, and even the bamboo next to it fell down.

On this side, there were simply a few vines wrapped around it.

Originally, I didn’t plan to chop bamboo this time, and when I set off, there was a disgusting smell of roasted excrement around the camp.

Muqing didn't reinforce it before setting off.

"The matter is already obvious. This bundle of unscrupulous big bamboos crashed into this side after it came down bang bang bang."

"Two of the vines were broken, and some vines tied in the middle rushed out by inertia and rushed directly to the bottom."

"In this way, the vines that bind the bamboo will loosen, and the stacked bamboo will fall off the hillside sparsely."

Looking at the scattered bamboos on the hillside, Muqing let out a long sigh:

"Hey"

"Sure enough, the essence of survival in the wilderness is always to do small things well and do the details well."

[Sure enough, a wilderness survival challenger who doesn't know much about reason is not a good cook. 】

[Upstairs, why do you old sows wear bras, one set after another. 】

【Master Mu is considered careful, he noticed it before. 】

[In the end, I still couldn't escape the fate of picking bamboo all over the hillside. 】

【Seeing how smooth Mu Ye has been recently, I knew something was going to happen, hahahaha. 】

[Bah, bah, shut your crow's mouth. 】

"It is more consoling that there are still two bamboos left here, and the bamboo baskets have not been thrown out, probably because the binding is more meticulous."

After cutting off the vines that bound the bamboo baskets, Muqing returned to the camp with the bamboo baskets.

In the pottery kiln, the fire has been submerged for several days, and there are still almost dried pig offal hanging on it.

Pork legs, trotters, pork ribs and strips of fried lean meat are drying on the hillside.

The fat in the skin and flesh is exposed, shining brightly in the sun.

The whole camp looked very reassuring for Muqing.

"I have a very special feeling right now."

"The tree house in the bamboo forest is like a mansion in the city, but this camp is more like an old house in my hometown where I grew up."

"The luxury house is comfortable and beautiful, but the old house can give me a different sense of belonging and security."

In fact, I have only been there for a few days, and the camp is not dirty.

Muqing still pulled two dry bamboo branches from the side, and swept the ashes on the roof and bed.

Then put down the rosemary and the bamboo basket, and took out the clay pot from the backpack.

Fold the black plastic bag and put it in the inner pocket of the backpack, and put the bamboo shoots in the clay pot under the bed.

Take the pot and empty water bottle to the creek.

Soak the pot in the stream, wash it inside and out, and fill the water bottle with water.

Back at the campsite, I lit a fire in the stove, poured a bottle of water into the pot and burned it.

Cut off the bamboo sticks fixed on the bamboo poles, take out the sleeping bag and put it on the bed.

Cotton and palm fiber, Muqing also came on the bed first.

Taking the empty bamboo basket and the newly emptied mineral water bottle, I went to the stream again.

"I have to weave another bamboo basket when I have time. If I dry things, two bamboo baskets are often not enough."

"I'm going to the creek now and bring back the cassava first. I don't know if it's broken after soaking for so many days."

"I originally thought that I would be able to come back the next day after going to the bamboo forest, and then take the cassava back and eat it."

Putting the empty water bottle aside, Muqing took the bamboo basket to the place where the cassava was soaked.

First, he picked up a smaller cassava, pinched it in his hand, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it.

"Fortunately, the feel is normal. It's not greasy, and it doesn't smell like the peculiar smell of potatoes that are about to go bad."

"It's just soaked for a long time, and the side near the water surface is a little black."

"I'll take them home, cut off the black part, and it should be fine if they are baked."

Muqing hesitated for a while, and took half of the cassava back.