Walking outside, the bull-headed fire bee has disappeared, and there is a gentle breeze wafting with the fragrance of flowers, smelling it, refreshing.

Suddenly, Gongliang saw that there seemed to be something moving on the ground in front of him, and when he walked over to take a look, it turned out to be a pile of corpses of bull-headed fire bees.

He found that the bull-headed fire bees seemed to have been pierced by something, some were dead, some were not dead, and they were convulsing in pain. He found a sharp thorn like an arrow from the body of a bull-headed fire bee, light as nothing, but hard and sharp.

It's just strange that there are no other people in the valley, where does the thorn come from?

"Uncle Oishi, what's going on?" asked Gongliang to Oishi, who came over.

"Look at the side. Oishi gestured to the mountain flowers next to him, which looked like wild chrysanthemums.

Gongliang looked at it, and he didn't feel anything strange about Shanhua.

Dashi seemed to see his doubts, so he said, "This flower is called ghost needle grass, and the spikes in your hand that pierce the bull-headed fire bee are actually its seeds. It's a strange place where a strange wind blows from above every afternoon, just blocked by the mountain wall in front of it, and the strange wind blows down the mountain wall. The strange wind is huge, and the light but sharp seeds of the ghost needle grass are blown by the wind, and they instantly become ghostly killing weapons. If you're not careful, you can shoot through. That's how the bull-headed firebee was shot. Look over there, it's full of seeds of the ghost needle. ”

Gongliang looked at the opposite mountain wall, and saw that the mountain wall was covered with dense ghost needle seeds.

It's just that he still doesn't feel right, because generally the seeds have kernels in them, and even if they are blown by the wind, it is impossible to shoot people through, let alone firmly prick them on the mountain wall. There must be something extraordinary about this kind of sub. So, he collected some Phalloidal Needle Grass seeds and planned to take them back to study them.

The path was paved with bull-headed fire bees that had been stabbed to death.

Gongliang looked at it, thought about it, and then went to find some thick leaves, picked up thirty bull-headed fire bees that looked relatively intact, wrapped them, tied them up, and put them in a leather bag, ready to take them back to make wine. In the previous life, the wine brewed by tiger bees could treat rheumatism and other diseases, and I don't know what this is for.

In his previous life, he liked to brew some strange medicinal wines, and in this life, he has regained his previous interests.

It was getting late, and the hunting team planned to spend the night in the tree hole, so everyone split up to prepare dinner.

The old hunter of the hunting team had been here and was very familiar with this area, and knew that there was a delicious white-scaled fish in a stream by the sea of flowers, so he took a few rookie hunters to catch it.

The creek is on the left side of the sea of flowers, and the water is very shallow, only up to the knees. In the stream, there are not only white-scaled fish as the old hunter said, but also some small shrimp. There are also some red and black brook crabs by the stream, but they are not big, and it is estimated that the Yanbu people are not eye-catching. The white-scaled fish in the stream are as narrow and long as grass carp, but their heads are like bullets, and some of them are very large, weighing about a dozen catties. Or if you live in a clear stream for a long time, the body of the white-scaled fish has become as transparent as the stream, and you can almost see the bones inside.

These white-scaled fish are not afraid of people, and when you walk into the stream, they swim at your feet and catch them.

After catching more than a dozen in a row, almost enough to eat, Gongliang and the others got up from the stream.

Suddenly, Gongliang saw that there seemed to be a clump of shallots by the stream, thought he had seen it wrong, and hurriedly walked over. At first glance, it was indeed a shallot. I didn't expect to see green onions here, which was an unexpected bonus. Looking at the side, there were still some of them, so he picked them up, and dug up some of them with soil and planned to take them back to plant.

Originally, Gongliang and the others wanted to dispose of the fish, but Shimamitsu, who brought them over to catch the fish, didn't know what he was thinking, so he said no.

The fish doesn't have to be handled, it's easy. It's not too late to see the sky, Gongliang wants to enjoy the scenery of the sea of flowers, so he asks Yu Han and the others to bring the fish back first.

Yuan Rolling also followed him, and when he caught fish, he caught mountain crabs next to him. Gongliang grabbed a palm-sized white fish and gave it to it, and it sat on the shore with it and bit it, eating it deliciously. At this time, seeing that Gongliang was leaving, he hurriedly bit the fish and followed with his fart.

There are countless kinds of flowers in the sea of flowers, and the colors are red, purple, yellow, green, white, black, red, and blue.

It is strange to say that when they came here just now, there was nothing in the sea of flowers, but now they found butterflies and wild bees flying among the flowers, and he even saw a group of red ants quietly climbing up the flower branches and eating nectar.

It's so beautiful, Gongliang couldn't help but pick a blue mountain flower and smell it.

"Hmm"

This smell couldn't help but make him frown.

What the hell is this, it stinks so much. If you look closely at the body of the flower, it is a little strange, it seems to be a mountain leek. Look at it again, it's really the appearance of mountain leeks. He suspiciously pinched a leaf and sniffed it, and it smelled like a leek.

I didn't expect to see mountain leeks here, it's a miracle.

You know, there are a few very special dishes in the kitchen, that is, onions, garlic, leeks and ginger.

Now that he has found shallots and mountain leeks, is there still wild ginger and mountain garlic in this place? Thinking of this, Gongliang looked for it in the sea of flowers, and after a while, he really let him find some ginger and garlic.

It's just that these onions, garlic, ginger and leeks are all mountain varieties, not only small, but also have a strong mountain taste, very rushing. It is not artificially cultivated like in his previous life, and its own taste is relatively weak. However, none of this matters to Gongliang, all he wants is the taste of these things. If the flavor is too strong, you can put it a little less.

Seeing that it was not early, he dug up some of these things with the soil, and planned to take them back to plant.

Back at the giant tree, a bonfire had been lit in the cave, and several slightly smaller beasts were set up on the fire to roast. The white-scaled fish caught from the stream are also pierced and roasted against the firewood, and the smell of the fish slowly wafts out.

Gongliang saw it, and hurriedly picked up his helmet iron pot and went out to wash, and by the way, he also took some Tianhuang truffles to wash them, and filled a pot of water back, and then found a few stones to build a stone stove to burn the fire, and then cut a few fleshy animal bones and put them in the pot, and put them on the stone stove to cook. It's a pity that there is no pan, otherwise this kind of Tianhuang truffle is fried on top of it with animal oil, and it must taste good.

Although there is no pan, Gongliang also has a way.

He skewered the cleaned Tianhuang truffles with branches, and when the meat of the fierce beast was roasted to oil, he put the Tianhuang truffles on it and rolled them, covered them with animal oil, and then put them on the fire to roast, and a fragrance immediately wafted out, and the gluttony made the mouth water.

After baking, Gongliang took a light bite, and the aroma of animal oil and the aroma of the earth kneaded lingered in his mouth, making him almost eat his tongue.

"Gollum"

"Gongliang, how does this thing taste?" asked Yu Han as he swallowed his saliva beside him.

Gongliang took a Tianhuang truffle and put it on the branch for Yu Han, "You can dip yourself in some animal oil and roast it, it tastes good." Then he took a few more points and gave them to the people in the hunting team. Seeing that the Tianhuang truffles in the pot were getting less and less, he cried out dissatisfiedly next to him, this thing was dug out by it.

This stingy guy.

Gongliang rubbed the little guy's head and roasted it too, so as to suppress the injustice in its heart.