I'm not a wild eater

Picking up a piece of wild vegetable and stuffing it into his mouth, Muqing nodded in satisfaction.

"The ribs have too little meat, and they are grilled and sun-dried, so the fat is also less."

"It doesn't have the aroma of stewing at home, but overall it's still delicious."

After tasting the soup with wild vegetables and ribs, Muqing brought the earthenware pot over, and poured the contents of the pot into the bamboo bowl.

The lard that has been boiled after stir frying is emulsified and slightly whitish.

A little bit of soup with white and tender bamboo shoots looks very attractive.

"This is the first fried dish I've eaten here."

"I can actually cook and eat now, hahahaha."

Mu Qing held a bamboo shoot in his mouth, and nodded in satisfaction.

【Master Mu, pay attention to this influence, you are surviving in the wilderness! 】

[As we all know, this is a food show. 】

[Challengers who can't eat fried vegetables are not worthy of saying that they are surviving in the wilderness. 】

【Compared to Master Mu, I'm just a pot of fish with pickled vegetables, sour, vegetable and redundant. 】

[Oh, it's Brother Wild Vegetables here, Master Mu really eats wild vegetables, look. 】

【Brother Yecai came to Master Mu to catch up on the heat again, hahahaha. 】

After eating everything, Muqing satisfactorily piled up the bowls and chopsticks.

"I won't wash these pots and pans. I'll bring the water over and wash them here."

"I'm going to get this new long stick out now and use it to poke through the bamboo knots."

The stone used to sharpen the long stick yesterday has not been removed, so Muqing refilled a bamboo tube with water and put it aside.

Increase the fire in the stove, put the cut long stick in it and burn it for a while, then take it out to cool and polish.

According to the already familiar process, a new long stick was polished out.

Feel it with your palm.

"Yes, very sharp and hard enough."

"All I cut back this time are Hsinchu, and this wooden stick is definitely enough to deal with."

Muqing took a long stick to the edge of the bamboo pile, and put a bamboo on the hillside at a slight angle.

Muqing sat, holding the bamboo between his legs.

First, use a broken stick that was used before to pierce the front bamboo joint.

Then stick a long stick in and poke the bamboo joint in the middle.

The bamboo is longer than the long stick prepared by Muqing, after piercing one side, it needs to be turned around and continue to pierce the bamboo joint from the other end.

Until all the bamboo joints inside the bamboo are pierced.

Muqing stood up the bamboo, and tapped lightly to make the bamboo knots inside fall out.

Close one eye and look into the bamboo with the other.

"Yes, although this is not long enough for a long stick, the thickness fits the bamboo very well."

"The bamboo joints in the middle have basically been cleaned up, and the water flow will not be affected at all."

Put the finished bamboo aside and change to another one to continue processing.

Chapter 122 I Have Tap Water

After finishing a few bamboos, Mu Qing pressed his long stick with his palm.

"How did it soften without poking it a few times?"

"Compared with metal, the hardness of wood is still a little bit worse, so it will definitely not hurt any animals. I want to return them to the furnace and rebuild."

Cut off the blunt part directly, and use a machete to cut a sharp corner again.

The long stick was re-quenched and polished to be sharp and hard.

Picking up a few thick vines from the ground, he climbed onto the bed with a long stick, and gestured on several roof beams.

"The long stick tied to the top of the bed is for self-protection in times of crisis. It must not be tied to death. If you can't untie it immediately, it's useless."

"Let's tie it loose. If it falls and hits me while sleeping, it will be very sad."

After gesturing on the roof for a while, Muqing squatted down and tied the long stick to the sleeping position, close to the internal test of the mountain.

"It's fine to tie it lightly, it's within reach, it may be more suitable than a high tie."

Simply fix it, and confirm that you won't be kicked down in your sleep.

Mu Qing jumped out of bed, picked up the short stick from the ground, fiddled with it and looked at it.

"If you want to talk about the things in the camp, the short stick has the most history. I peeled it on the first day and used it to go down the mountain."

"Every time I use it bluntly, I sharpen it a little more. Compared with the beginning, it has been shortened a lot."

"It feels like it will be officially retired when it is used up today, and it can join the big team waiting to burn firewood."

Use a machete to cut one end of the short stick into a pointed point, and the other end into a flatter shovel shape.

After cutting the stick, Muqing picked up the three bamboos and went to the stream.

Put the bamboo aside first, squat down and pick off the wild mint on the ground.

"Before digging the canal, we must clear all the weeds along the way to expose the ground."

"Pluck these wild mints, dry them in the sun, and occasionally have a cup of tea."

The picked mint was stuffed into the pocket, and the other weeds along the way were cleaned up, and they were placed in a ball on the side of the road.

There are no big trees from the creek to the camp, and even small trees grow to both sides tacitly.

It has brought great convenience to Muqing's South-to-North Water Diversion Project.

After the ground was cleared, Muqing put the bamboo against the edge of the stream, and used the pointed end of a wooden stick to mark out the size of the bamboo on the ground.