(Thanks to the brothers who responded to Melancholy’s call, thank you for your rewards! Really, thank you very much! Initially Melancholy was worried that no one would take notice, so he went and rewarded himself, so that the number of rewards would be zero, which would be too embarrassing.
Haha... Fortunately, there are more than a dozen brothers who helped me to cover up my facade so that I wouldn't be embarrassed. Thank you! Thank you all! Especially when I saw the names of some familiar old book friends, one of them even started writing a book from me.
We’ve known each other since the beginning, and when I think about it, I’m really touched. Thank you! It’s great to have you by your side! I love you! mua!)
Yun Buliu placed the venison on the two bamboo poles, and the bamboo poles couldn't help but bend. Fortunately, the bamboo poles were thick enough to withstand the heavy pressure of the two to three hundred kilograms of venison.
He hung the deer skin on a bamboo pole to cool down, and later prepared to make a shelf and spread it out to cool down.
After it is dry, sand is mixed with plant ash, and the grease and meat scraps on it are removed, and a piece of deerskin is simply and crudely made.
Yun Buliu doesn't know whether such deerskin will be soft or not.
Because he had no better way to make these hides.
As for the deer head, wait until night to process it slowly, especially since there are antlers on the antlers. This kind of wild antlers is definitely a great supplement.
At this time, the little white snake came to him again and asked for meat.
Listening to the rhythmic neighing sound, Yun Buliu couldn't help but laugh.
He used the wild boar's tusks to scrape off thin strips of venison and put them on the leaves. The little white snake walked to the edge of the leaves obediently and ate the venison.
There is a lot of venison, at least two to three hundred kilograms of bones and meat. However, his food intake has increased greatly recently, and the two to three hundred kilograms of meat and bones are probably enough for him to eat for four to five days.
But it’s enough to be able to eat all over the world.
It was a pity that he didn't have a big pot, otherwise he could have boiled these deer bones in a big pot.
Thinking of this, he looked at the big clay pot, stood up, picked up the big clay pot, went to the lake, filled the jar with lake water, came back and put it on the stone stove.
He used the wild boar's tusks to scrape out a deer rib, cracked it hard, and then separated the deer rib from the spine, and then poked the rib several times with the wild boar's tusks.
He then discovered that the deer bone seemed to be very brittle in front of the wild boar's tusks, and it was easy for him to poke several small holes.
He exerted force along those small holes and broke the rib in one stroke.
After breaking the deer ribs into three pieces, he inserted them into the clay pot. After thinking about it, he threw a few pieces of venison into the clay pot.
Then he continued to scrape the meat, nearly twenty kilograms of food, which would take a long time to cook alone.
Therefore, roasting some with fire is also necessary.
After the little white snake ate a few taels of deer meat, it crawled to the small window of the bedroom and lay down to bask in the sun.
After the water in the clay pot boiled, Yun Buliu used chopsticks to fish out half of the bitter vegetables from the cold water and put it into the clay pot. Slowly, the aroma of meat floated out of the hole, and a small fur ball appeared like a bolt of lightning.
In front of him, he squatted beside the stone stove and silently looked at the bitter vegetable and venison soup in the clay pot.
Seeing the speed of this snack, Yun Buliu couldn't help but smile, and continued to scrape the venison with wild boar tusks, skewer it with bamboo strips, and roast it next to the campfire.
When the meat aroma in the clay pot completely dissipated, he poked the venison with chopsticks. When he felt that the meat was cooked, he turned off the stove and left the clay pot there to cool.
After cooling for a while, he picked up the salt wrapped in leaves that he had boiled yesterday, picked some with chopsticks, put it into the meat, and stirred it with a large vertical-handled spoon made of bamboo.
He filled a pottery pot with some broth and tasted it. It was a bit bland to him.
But he was afraid that the little furball couldn't stand the salty taste, so he didn't add more salt.
He scooped up two ladles of soup and two pieces of meat, put them into a clay basin, and then placed them in front of the little fur ball.
The little fur ball stretched out its fluffy little head and poked into the pottery basin. When it was hit by the steam rising from the hot soup, it quickly shrank back. It made Yun Bu stay aside and was very happy.
He picked up another pottery basin, filled it with broth, meat, and bitter vegetables. He dipped his chopsticks in some salt, then reached into the broth in his basin and stirred it.
When he blew on the hot soup and slowly took a sip, he showed a satisfied look.
He found that after living through more miserable days than this, it is really easy for people to feel satisfied. If there was no MSG before, he would not want to taste this kind of broth.
But now, he just feels that this is the most delicious thing he has ever tasted in this world.
He picked up the venison with chopsticks and took a bite. There was no fishy smell on the soft and tender venison. Instead, it had a lot of the smell of bitter vegetables.
The flavor of bitter vegetables is inherently strong and can easily cover up the fishy smell of venison.
As he ate, his speed increased.
He drank the pot of venison soup, but the little furball was still circling the pot, glancing at him from time to time, imitating his appearance and sitting on the ground, with his little paws exploring the sides of the pot, and then shrinking back.
When we got back, it obviously didn't dare to pick up the pottery basin and drink the soup.
"Okay, don't worry, just wait!"
As he spoke, he put down the clay pot and began to turn over the venison beside the campfire.
After a full meal, the sun is already at its peak.
The little furball obviously prefers flavorful broth, but does not like salty barbecue. In other words, it can eat salty food, but not too salty.
In comparison, Yun Buliu felt that his taste was much heavier than it.
Fortunately, its appetite is not big. Yun Buliu only needs to add a little salt to its clay pot the next time he drinks broth. He can add the rest directly to the clay pot.
After lunch, he made a wooden frame and stretched out the deerskin to cool down.
Then he carried the fish basket on his back, picked up the wild boar's tusks and short spear, said goodbye to the little white snake, climbed up to the grove on the back mountain, and walked towards the depths of the grove.
He was not planning to hunt today, and brought a short spear just in case of wild beasts.
Maybe it was because he ate too much last night and didn't have breakfast, so he didn't feel very hungry.
He hurried to the wilderness behind the grove and arrived at the place where he found the salt mine last night. At this time, many wild deer appeared in the wilderness.
When they saw Yun Buliu, this uninvited guest, they fled one after another.
Yun Buliu trotted over and picked up a stone on the ground. He used the curved wild boar tusks as a small iron drill and hit the top of the wild boar tusks with the stone.
In front of the wild boar tusks, these salt mines were not as strong as he imagined.
However, I didn't dig out a whole piece, it was all tiny pieces.
He padded the bottom of the bamboo basket with pieces of cloth left over from his torn suit, and loaded the gravel into the bamboo basket.
After filling less than half of the bamboo basket, he went back with the bamboo basket on his back.
He estimated that it might be because the salt mine is located on the surface of the earth and has more impurities, so the salt production rate is not that high. But with only 20 to 30% of the salt, six or seven kilograms of salt can be cooked.
After all, most of this bamboo basket weighs at least twenty or thirty kilograms.
Returning to the cave without any danger, he began to repeat the work of last night.
The crocodiles in the lake were not attracted by the venison in the cave. Even if they were attracted, they probably would not dare to enter the cave because the bonfire in the cave has not been extinguished.
But today he has to do one more thing, which is to find a pair of big stones, dig a stone mortar with wild boar tusks, and then pound the salt ore, soak it, filter it, and cook it.
In the face of the sharpness of wild boar tusks, the stone mortar was not difficult to make, but it was not very aesthetic. Two hours later, a small stone mortar with a length, width and height of more than half a meter appeared in front of him.
The central recess is more than twenty centimeters deep and thirty centimeters wide.
But it looks a little irregular, of course, that's not important.
Half an hour later, Yun Buliu began to boil the salt.
The process of crushing the salt ore, soaking, filtering, and roasting lasted until midnight.
He got up the next day and continued the same work until midnight the next day when he was finished.
He packed more than four bamboo tubes that weighed about two or three kilograms each.
Although the process was boring, looking at the black salt gave him a sense of accomplishment.
He was accidentally moved by himself and felt that he was really awesome!