Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

Xiong Shi carried a stone bowl that was bigger than his head, walked up on his short legs to where Xiong Hui was lying.

"Grandpa, it's time for dinner. There's a lot of meat today. You can eat as much as you want."

Xiong Shi came closer and heard purring, "..."

Ma Tian was also speechless. You swallowed the black pill as if you were dead, but you started snoring after a while, which made him feel so embarrassed!

Ma Tian quietly swallowed the medicine. Xiong Hui had someone bring food to him, but he didn't have it. However, he was used to living on one leg. With experience, he skipped to eat barbecue and drink broth.

Qiao Xin woke up in the middle of the night and found that she had turned into a little raccoon, huddled in her bed, covered with a military green quilt.

A huge furry creature lay next to her bed, exuding a warm smell as before.

yue——The cave also smells of greasy raw pork and the sweat of many orcs.

As an orc with a keen sense of smell, Qiao Xin really couldn't smell these smells.

She moved herself and got under Lang Rui's belly.

Lang Rui suddenly stood up and looked down at the little raccoon who was not sleeping honestly.

With the warm feeling far away, Qiao Xin raised her eyes, and her golden eyes met Lang Rui's.

The little paw patted the ground.

Ouch, ouch.

Come and lie down.

Lang Rui wanted to move away, but the cave was filled with today's harvest, and all the orcs were huddled together to sleep, unable to escape.

Lang Rui nestled down again, the little raccoon's body covered under the long wolf fur, surrounded by the warm smell, blocking out the odor outside, and closed his eyes with peace of mind.

Half an hour later, Qiao Xin slowly opened one eye and listened carefully to confirm that Big Maomao was breathing slowly and was indeed asleep.

Little claws that were ready to move stretched out from under the belly.

Gently lift the silver-gray fur in front of your eyes.

The soft and slippery thing I expected came as expected, and the little claws couldn't resist and inserted it into the fur again. Ouch, I'm good, I've hit the wolf.

The fluffy feel like a cloud made Qiao Xin enjoy playing with it.

He buried his head into the hair, sucked hard, and sucked out a bunch of nose hair.

The little raccoon raised his head, opened his paws, and took off the fur stuck to his nose.

Silver-gray fur flew away from between the claws.

Hair loss? !

To prove it, the little raccoon caught another handful and pulled out a ball of fur.

Qiao Xin silently put Maomao back in her mind. Why do wolves lose their fur in the winter? ! !

Shouldn’t furry hair grow in winter?

Qiao Xin thought of hair loss inexplicably! I fantasized about Lang Rui's cool and handsome face, with a Mediterranean hairstyle, hiss - the picture is too beautiful, I can't imagine it.

It’s better not to tell Lang Rui about this kind of thing! It’s so hurtful!

Qiao Xin honestly closed her eyes.

Until the little raccoon under him fell asleep, Lang Rui opened his eyes, filled with helplessness, and closed them again.

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There are more than 150 baskets of pork cut into long strips, as well as many bones removed, and more than baskets of offal.

After a night of marinating, the whole cave smelled even worse.

Early in the morning, Qiao Xin, with messy hair and hooded eyes, sat on the bed, watching the tribesmen carrying basket after basket of pork down to the clearing.

The tribesmen who had never seen so many people were very excited. The impact this time was even greater than the last time the hunting team brought back more than 50 baskets of meat.

Qiao Xin woke up and took a nap for a while before getting up.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and Qiao Xin didn't want to leave her warm bed at all.

But she couldn't afford it. Her big iron pot was back. There was so much pork. She changed the flavor. They had enough bacon.

Qiao Xin, with her messy hair on her head, slid down to the open space, found Lang Rui, and received two baskets of pork that had been marinated overnight and a basket of offal.

She took out a large white plastic cutting board from the space, lifted a piece of skinned meat with her hands, and touched it. The graininess of the salt was still there, and the ginger foam on it was not removed. Qiao Xin cut the pork that had been marinated overnight into small pieces. piece.

Lang Rui finished arranging things in the clan and took over Qiao Xin's job of cutting meat.

Qiao Xin put her hands into the cut meat and rubbed it repeatedly until the obvious graininess disappeared.

Take out the sausage from the viscera basket, find a smooth and straight branch, turn it over, lay it flat on the stone board, and use the branch to quickly scrape off the pink intestinal wall.

The cubs in the clan were rubbing small straw ropes with thatch in their hands, and they frequently paid attention to her.

"What is Master Qiao Xin doing?"

"I don't know, I really want to go there."

"The patriarch is so scary. If he goes there, he will be beaten."

"The patriarch doesn't beat people, but his eyes are colder than the coldest snow."

"Yeah."

Qiao Xin burst out laughing when she heard it, and glanced at Lang Rui. His facial features were as sharp as a knife and an axe, and his face was expressionless, which was indeed a bit scary.

When Lang Rui heard her little laughter, the helplessness in his eyes showed for three seconds and then disappeared again.

The pink intestinal wall was quickly scraped away, leaving a layer of white and transparent casings.

Qiao Xin took out another broken drink bottle from the space. The energy drink inside had already leaked out, exuding a sweet fragrance.

Use a machete to cut off most of the bottle body, leaving only the bottle mouth with a section of the bottle body. After cleaning, put the casing on the bottle mouth.

I went to the children's place and got some straw ropes.

"Lord Qiao Xin, what are you doing?"

"Make sausage!"

"What is sausage?"

"Well, you'll know when it's done."

"Oh."

None of the children dared to ask to go there and watched Qiao Xin go back eagerly.

Qiao Xin tied the other end of the casing tightly with a straw rope, picked up the chopsticks and started stuffing the meat into it.

After filling a piece of sausage, she pinched it down with her hand. After a while, she finished one piece. She took out the straw rope and divided the sausage into small pieces. Each piece was tied with a straw rope for easy hanging on the pole. Let dry.

After finishing this piece, she started to make another one. Lang Rui cooperated with her, and the whole morning passed before she knew it.

Qiao Xin looked at the sausages that had been dried for five poles, pursed her lips and smiled.

With more people and greater strength, all the cured meats have been dried. Not only are the open spaces full of them, there are also many hanging on the trees nearby.

Mao Bai followed everyone for a busy day and rushed over to cook. Qiao Xin asked him to rest.

Everyone is tired today, and she doesn't want to start a small stove and eat with everyone.

There are two stone pots in the open space, one pot is boiling chestnut potatoes, and the other pot is stewing bones and pig offal.

There are several females in the tribe who are older than Leopard Moon and Xiong Hui. They will occasionally go collecting, but more often they will stay in the tribe to cook.

Lang Rui took the iron box, made two bowls of pig feces soup, and brought back four chestnut potatoes.

An iron box full of plain pig offal, the soup is milky white, with only simple salt and ginger to remove the smell.

The taste is not that good, it smells quite fragrant.

Lang Rui squeezed a sour fruit into the soup for her to make the taste richer.

"Are you going to deal with those skins this afternoon?"

"Ah."