I'm not a wild eater

【Is Muye really going to act like eating maggots in the wild?The child is afraid! 】

[Please start, my takeaway has just arrived. 】

Pull away the skin of the rotting animal.

Under the fur, small white maggots were slowly wriggling their bodies.

"what"

"Strictly speaking, this thing is edible, but I really can't accept it."

Muqing showed a disgusted expression.

"I grew up in the countryside when I was a child, and my family used a large dry toilet."

"The toilet is densely packed with maggots like this, some of which are slightly bigger than this one."

"I will never eat this stuff! Absolutely not!"

"They're not entirely worthless, though."

Saying that, Mu Qing looked around.

Gathered some dry firewood and came back and built a fire over the rotting animal carcasses.

The flame burned extremely hot when it touched the fat on the corpse.

After waiting for a minute, Mu Qing put out the fire with the surrounding snow.

Cut off a small piece of umbrella cloth, collected dozens of cooked maggots and wrapped it up.

"Okay, now I'm going to find a place to sleep at night."

"As for this, you'll soon find out what they're for."

Muqing put the wrapped maggots into the outer pocket of the backpack, and looked up at the distant hillside.

"There are no caves here, and there are very few trees."

"It's not enough to take advantage of the convenience of nature, or to build a temporary shelter."

"The snow over there should be thicker, let's go up and have a look."

After weighing his backpack, Muqing strode towards the hillside.

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Compared with Mark's direction, the hillside on Muqing's side is much gentler.

Walking up for a while, Muqing would poke the ground with the javelin in his hand to feel the thickness and density of the snow.

"It should be almost here."

Mu Qing forcefully poked the javelin down.

Most of the javelins were stuck in the snow, and the snow on the surface did not collapse.

"It's good here, the snow is pressed hard enough, so you don't have to worry about landslides."

"And this direction is leeward, so it won't be blown by the cold wind."

"I'm going to dig a snow house here and live in it at night."

【Come on, come on, Master Mu's classic reserved items, I'll bury myself. 】

[Igloo, sounds a bit high-end. 】

[The Inuit call them experts. 】

[Are you going to sleep in the snow all over?Can't it be cold to death? 】

[Snow can insulate heat, but it won't be cold. 】

【Master Mu and Lee Fengpo are destined to each other. 】

[Claustrophobia says it's a shame! 】

"The location of the shelter has been selected, and now I need a tool for digging."

"If I dig it with bare hands, my hands will be useless before the shelter is dug."

Mu Qing put down the backpack, took out all the things inside and arranged it.

Cups, flints, paracord and cloth, and the slingshot I made yesterday.

"Sharpening a knife is not a mistake for woodcutters. I need to get a shovel for digging snow first."

The slopes were bare except for some dark rocks.

There are only some small plants in the plain below, let alone a shovel, even a slingshot can't do it.

After thinking about it, Mu Qing stared at the javelin in his hand.

"As long as there are no exaggerated big guys coming at night, this little slingshot is enough to handle it."

"Compared to animals, there are more serious consequences in places that are not used for sleeping at night."

As Mu Qing said, he took out the switchblade from his pocket.

After making a gesture, he cut the javelin into three pieces of wood according to the approximate distance, made a gap at the connecting position, and stuck the wood together.

"Hey, this creates a triangular frame."

"Next, I'm going to fix this frame with a paracord, just cut a piece of umbrella cloth and wrap it around a few times."

Pushing away the snow on the side with his feet, Mu Qing sat down on the snowdrift.

Take out the paracord that was cut off to make snowshoes, wind it back and forth at the joints of several wooden strips, and tie it tightly.

"Okay, now just fill in the middle."

Put down the finished wooden shelf.

Muqing took the umbrella cloth, spread it out on the ground like shaking a quilt, and put the wooden frame on it to measure it.

Cut two strips of cloth with a switchblade.

The first one, fixed at one end of the shelf, walks back and forth in the lower half of the wooden shelf.