Early the next morning, before dawn, Ling Wenjiao got up again, brought a knife, fire, kettle, and a small bottle filled with some seasonings such as soy sauce, salt, garlic, etc., put them in a bag and went to his own field to pull a few sweet potatoes and cassava, and carried them to the foot of the mountain to find a river and make a fire.

When she had piled up a lot of charcoal, she wrapped two sweet potatoes, one large and one small, in large leaves and buried them in the fire to roast.

After eating two roasted sweet potatoes, she drank a few sips of water, buried the fire in sand, and turned away.

I walked the same path I had taken last time, found the bow and arrow that I had hidden halfway before, and continued to walk into the mountain.

On the other hand, Du Xiguang, who really thought that Ling Wenjiao was going to bring food to him, waited stupidly for a day, but didn't see the dead girl appear, and he instantly felt that he had been trapped!

Looking at the rice bowl and pot that he had bottomed out, he silently took out his wallet and counted the money in the bag, then sighed and took a dozen yuan out to buy something.

"Stinky girl, don't let me see you next time! I have to eat my two meals when I see you!"

After I went out to buy some mustard and noodles and came back and ate them for three more days, on Friday, someone suddenly came to the door: "Xiguang, let's go, go up the mountain." ”

When Du Xiguang saw the man, his eyes lit up: "Is there a life?"

The man laughed, "Well, let's go." Someone has come to collect the tree oil, you are familiar with the mountain, you take it down. ”

Du Xiguang hurriedly asked, "When are you going?"

The man said, "Tonight." ”

Du Xiguang nodded: "Okay, I see." See you at ten o'clock that night, at the old place down the mountain. ”

"Okay, that's it. The man nodded, waved at him, and turned to leave.

That night, Du Xiguang appeared next to a big tree at the foot of the mountain behind Ling Wenjiao's next village, and not long after, a group of people came, and then they walked into the mountain overnight.

The next day, Ling Wenjiao entered the mountain from another direction, but it was the same direction as Du Xiguang and the others.

Ling Wenjiao walked for three hours in the morning, and when she reached a mountain pass, she stopped, climbed a tree with the bow and arrow left last time, and waited quietly.

After a while, there was a fan over my head.

Ling Wenjiao looked up and saw a red-breasted bird flying by.

She quickly drew her bow, raised her arrow, and shot it a little before the red-breasted bird's trajectory.

"Poof—" Her arrow landed at the red-breasted bird with great precision, knocking it down.

Ling Wenjiao quickly jumped down from the tree and ran towards the place where the bird landed, only to see that the bird had been pierced into half of the arrow by her arrow.

She picked it up and put the bird in a bag and carried it on her back.

This bird is not big, just a little bigger than a pigeon, and it is nothing if it is plucked and roasted. One must not be enough, and another one will have to be brought back.

But there are not many such birds in this mountain, and it is good luck to catch this one.

However, for skinny chicken, she still likes to eat fatty and tender mountain mouse meat. It would be nice to find bamboo rats in the mountains, which are very fat.

In addition to bamboo rats and mountain mice, there is also a species called deer rat that is also very large. However, this deer rat is very fast and has a strong hind legs, which is difficult to catch.

After shooting a bird, Ling Wenjiao left the spot and continued to walk forward for some distance. Then they came to a deserted grave slope, on which many myrtles grew, and this was the time when the fruit was ripe.

Ling Wenjiao picked it and put it in her pocket, and ate it while picking it, and picked two full pockets before leaving.

But she didn't go far, she found a tree next to her, climbed it, and stared at the grave slope while eating rice on the tree.

After staring for more than half an hour, there was some movement in the grass on the grave slope.

Ling Wenjiao immediately took the bow and arrow and began to aim, and quietly observed the place where the movement came from for a while.

Judging by the sound and direction of the movement, she shot an arrow into the bushes.

"Squeak-" A rat cry sounded, and the corners of Ling Wenjiao's mouth hooked.

I jumped down from the tree, walked over to take a look, and sure enough, I saw a mouse there paralyzed and struggling.

This kind of place where the myrtle fruit is ripe, there are many rats, birds, and bees, and it is not difficult to find these things, and there will be rats running out in broad daylight.

After putting the big fluffy mouse into the bag, Ling Wenjiao turned around and left.

I found a mountain stream, picked up some dry firewood, and burned a fire. She grabbed the rat by the tail, supported its head with a tree, and set it on fire until all its outer hairs were rolled up, and then gently scraped off the burnt hairs with a knife.

After the feathers were cleaned, they followed the bird to the stream.

It is difficult to pluck the bird feathers that are plucked dry, but there is no pot or water to scald here, so you can only pluck them by hand.

Fortunately, she has experience in plucking, so it didn't take much time to deal with it. After cleaning the stomachs of the two prey, she found a bamboo and skewered them on the coals to roast.

While separating the charcoals, he continued to set up firewood to burn the fire, and put half a cut of cassava in the fire and roasted it together.

Soon she had a meal of roast bird and rat meat, plus half a cut of cassava.

After eating, I cleaned up the crime scene, carried my things and continued to walk into the mountains.

When the sun was about to set, she finally arrived at the cave where she had been, and in order to have meat to eat to-morrow, she cut some mangosteens, and found some rattan to make ropes, and then began to observe the rat path near the cave.

Wherever rats often walk, there will be a path, and you can see it if you look closely.

She wandered around until dark, found several places where rats were active, set a few sets, and after cutting a little tapioca shavings as bait, she picked up some dry wood and returned to the cave.

At night, he caught an unlucky yellow eel in a waterfall pool and was eaten.

After taking a bath in the pool, she sat on the stone and rubbed her feet for a while, and then did a few sets of stretching movements. After stretching the tendons, she went around and cut some grass and came back and put it on top of the dry grass that had dried up before.

She's a lot faster today than she was last time. The physical exercise every night this week has had a little effect, and although it is not very noticeable, it is still felt.

And when I walked up, my feet didn't hurt so much and didn't sink so much, so it would probably be easier to go down the mountain tomorrow.

After thinking about it, I decided to get up early tomorrow morning and prepare some materials for making a bamboo bed.

You can't sleep on the grass every time you come in the future, and you can't carry a bed from the bottom of the mountain, so you can only make it yourself with local materials.

Fortunately, there are trees and bamboos on this mountain, and she can make anything with a machete, and then next time she will slowly bring some straw mats and quilts from home.

Then whatever pots and pans can be brought up slowly, little by little, and you have to stay in this mountain for a long time during the summer vacation.