Little White Snake obviously didn't notice Yun Buliu's nonsense.
If he could really get out of this vast mountain, it would be strange that he would be willing to come back.
But the little white snake didn't know this. It obviously missed him too. From his palms to his shoulders, it raised its little head and gently rubbed his cheek affectionately.
He laughed, grabbed it from his shoulder, and asked it, "Have you eaten?"
It paused, then shook its head slightly, and finally raised its head and looked at him quietly.
Little White Snake is actually a little too smart. After getting along with him for less than a month, listening to him talking to himself from time to time, you can gradually understand the meaning of some of his words.
Although it cannot speak, it can respond to some of the questions he asks.
Yun Buliu was very happy and said, "Let's go hunting. I'll have something to eat soon."
He said, taking it back to the cave.
The cave without fireworks was obviously much colder than before.
He put down the bamboo basket, spread two deer skins on the ground, poured half a basket of camellia leaves in the bamboo basket on top of the deer skins, and then found a pottery basin, a salt cylinder, and a sock wrapped with a lighter among the tea leaves.
He put these things back to their original places one by one and inserted the short spear back into the bamboo basket. Then he took the bamboo basket on his back and went out hunting.
He thought that he should sew a leather bag out of rabbit skin to hold the short spear.
After all, using bamboo baskets to hold short spears is a bit inconvenient.
More than an hour later, he came back carrying a large deer weighing about a hundred kilograms.
Animals in this world are generally larger, and he is no longer surprised. Even people like him, whose development has long been established, have recently discovered that they have grown a little taller, and finally got rid of the title of disabled.
He carried the deer to the lakeside, looked at the big lake, and found that apart from a few dry firewood floating in the lake, there were only the foolish men of E Village paddling leisurely on the clear waves.
Seeing him appear, some idiots started to scream again.
As if to remind their companions that the scourge is back!
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the small pool by the lake. The green grass in the pool that he had stepped into the mud had not died because it was soaked in the lake water, and still maintained its green color.
But there is no bait, and few silly fish come into the small pool.
It is estimated that even if a silly fish comes in, it will be troubled by those silly geese.
Looking at the clear water, he took off his clothes, sat in the pool, and took a nice bath.
Afterwards, the clothes were rinsed again, wrung out, and covered with grass to dry.
Then, he slaughtered the deer naked by the lake.
Peel off the skin and remove the internal organs, leaving the heart and viscera, discard all other organs that need to be seasoned to remove the fishy smell. Then wrap the deer meat with deer skin and carry it back to the cave.
After putting the deer meat on the bamboo pole, he picked up the bamboo basket and ran back to the lake.
He planned to use the internal organs of the deer to trap some silly fish in the lake.
He hasn't eaten fish for a long time, so he plans to increase the variety of food.
As a result, when I came back, I saw several geese with their big wings spread out and their necks stretched out, fighting for food in the geese field, causing intestines and filth all over the ground, and the stench was overwhelming.
He didn't even notice the pieces of dead wood slowly approaching in the lake.
Seeing this situation, he gave up. Not only was the stench unbearable, but also because he knew he couldn't compete with these stupid warriors.
Because these silly brave people of Goose Village would rather die for food than give up the food that comes to their mouths easily, unless they kill them all.
But obviously, he didn't want to do this.
Although these goose warriors are a bit silly, they are still an excellent source of food.
If they were accidentally exterminated, where would they find meat to eat in desperation?
He looked at the dead wood in the lake and thought that he might be able to find an opportunity to hunt them. But he wondered if the monster in the lake that had never been seen before would appear after hunting them?
He now has some complicated thoughts about this monster that has never been seen before.
On the one hand, he hopes to see it. Unknown things are the scariest. After knowing it, it is not so scary.
On the other hand, he was afraid of seeing it.
He was afraid that after seeing it, he would find that seeing it was scarier than not seeing it at all.
Seeing that there was no chance to snatch back the deer's internal organs, he had no choice but to quickly pick up his clothes, and before the fools in E Village came to kill him, he ran to the lake in the distance and removed the deer meat that had been stained on his body from just carrying the deer meat back.
Wash off the blood, then turn around and go back to the cave.
When he went back, he found that the cry of goslings appeared in the grass.
Obviously, in the past ten days, the offspring of these silly geese have been born.
Maybe in the next year or so, these young fools will become his delicacies.
But by then, I should have left this place!
He was looking forward to it while walking, but when he returned to the cave, he saw the little white snake that couldn't wait anymore and climbed onto the bamboo pole. It ejected directly from the bamboo pole into his arms, opened its mouth and screamed at him, begging for meat.
Maybe he has become accustomed to the way it often opens its mouth and shows its fangs, and he is no longer so afraid of it. Sometimes, he feels that it looks a bit fierce and cute.
He laughed and said: "What a greedy snake, don't tell me that you have been starving these days!"
I don't know if it can understand it, but anyway, in response to his words, the little white snake just looked up at him quietly, then opened its mouth, waiting for him to feed.
Yun Buliu scraped the meat with the wild boar's tusks, tore off shreds of meat and fed it to it, while sighing: "I don't know if I'm harming you by feeding you like this? If one day I leave, you haven't learned to hunt on your own.
…At that time, what will you do without me?”
He shook his head and sighed, comparing its body length when he left it with its current length, and found that its body growth was very limited after he left it.
With his feeding, it can grow almost one centimeter a day, which is a bit scary. But its current length doesn't seem to be much different from when he left.
He suspected that it might really be hungry these days.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. It was indeed me who had harmed it and completely crippled it! But that's good, at least I don't have to worry about it biting me.
Speaking of which, this little white snake has been with him since he was born. He raised it with his own hands. With its intelligence, it would definitely not bite him easily.
After feeding it, he picked it up and took it back to its nest to rest.
Then, he picked up two clay pots, washed them at the lakeside, and returned with two pots of lake water.
He started to light a fire, grilling meat and simmering broth.
When everything was arranged, he put all the tea leaves back into the bamboo basket, then took the two deer skins to the lakeside, washed them, and put them on the grass to dry.
He had used both of these deerskins and would use them later when making tea, so he had to wash them clean.
He cut some grass with his hunting tusks, carried it back to the cave, spread it on the ground, and then covered it with two deer skins, with the fur side facing down.
He poured the tea leaves out again, spread them on the two deer skins and spread them evenly.
He knew the simple method of frying tea. He was born in a rural area and had a tea plant in his family. When he was a child, he saw his parents frying tea themselves. There was also a tea factory next to the village, so he was no stranger to this.
It's just that making tea in a tea factory is different from making tea by hand. Tea factories use machines, and the temperature and other things are easy to control, but hand-made tea is not easy to control.
And he doesn't have an iron pot yet, so he can only use a clay pot instead.
Therefore, the final result was definitely not as good as he imagined.
However, no matter what, first spread the tea leaves on the deer skin and let it cool for two days. After the tea leaves become soft, try stir-frying.
After finishing these tasks, he thought about the tea tree he brought back.
Just as he was thinking about it, the little furball ran in and squatted beside the stove.