In the eleventh year, once Jian Ning went out hunting, she found nothing for four days and five nights, just when she thought she was going to be cold in the ice and snow, the tiger's mouth was feverish, and Chizhu saved her life in the world, and since then the days have only improved a little bit day by day.

At that time, Jian Ning thought countless times that it would be great if he found out that he had a strange treasure before the natural disaster.

The red dot in the tiger's mouth has been there since Jian Ning croaked on the ground, and at that time it was just an ordinary red mole, but I never expected it to be a big baby.

Reverie to reverie, the days are still going on.

However, the blessings and misfortunes depended on each other, and the people around her spent several years to spy on her secrets and quietly planned a big conspiracy.

During the mission, he was ambushed, and the ants bit the elephant to death, and died tragically on the spot.

A second before she lost consciousness, a force tugged at her, and she vaguely realized that her soul had entered the red bead.

Before the consciousness was completely dispersed, the villain in Jian Ning's heart laughed loudly, laughed out of tears, what about cutting off his arm, and the red mole disappeared the moment the broken palm fell to the ground.

What's the use of picking up an arm and going back, those fools who are greedy and innocent are useless to study one arm for a lifetime.

In the end, I can only jump to my feet and be annoyed, and I have wasted my efforts.

Sooner or later, he will freeze to death.

Dogs are more than toys, killing chickens and taking eggs.

Good business and good quantity, you can also follow her for a few days.

Thinking back, Jian Ning pondered, dog days are rarely going to be bare-chested, this time the baby must be hidden firmly, so he twisted the sesame seeds and pressed them to the armpits.

In the blink of an eye, Chizhu moved to its original position again, looking very disgusted.

Jian Ning raised her arm high, put her head into the squeaky nest and sniffed hard, it didn't stink, and there was a unique fragrance of a girl.

Aren't we one, what do you dislike, Jian Ning has to press the red bead to the squeaky nest, the red bead doesn't do it, one person and one bead start a tug-of-war.

After a few times, the two sides took a step back, and finally Chizhu settled near the squeaky nest.

Following.

A beam of sunlight shines through the hole in the window and hits the bed directly, and Jian Ning sleeps sideways, the light and shadow like a golden rod on his stomach.

Last night, Jian Ning burned a dozen arms-length thick firewood in the stove hole and made some simple charcoal.

During the firewood firing, a boxy pit was dug under the bed with an iron hoe, the size of which was smaller than the bed, and some stones were picked up and laid at the bottom of the pit.

When the firewood has burned and the open flame is extinguished and no longer smoking, take the fire tongs and put it in the pit and stack it neatly, and then cover it with a layer of grass ash two inches thick.

Simple charcoal is ready.

Burning through the heart of firewood, covered with a layer of grass ash can not only avoid the spread of fire and cause fire, but also delay the rate of volatilization of charcoal.

If you don't cover the grass ash charcoal, you can keep warm for about an hour or two at most, and add a layer of grass ash to extend it to seven or eight hours.

When the heat of the charcoal is exhausted, the stones in the pit continue to emit residual heat.

The night was warm, and Jian Ning hadn't slept so comfortably in many years.

After a good night's sleep, waking up has been three poles in the day.

Jian Ning opened her eyes and stared at the damp and moldy wall in a trance for a long time.

I haven't gotten used to the unfamiliar environment yet.

Relieving herself, Jian Ning rolled over and got up, supporting a corner window to let in air.

Then I went to the stove room to light the fire, scooped half a bowl of corn into the pot, washed the three sweet potatoes without peeling them, and chopped them into small pieces on the cutting board and boiled them with the corn.

What a waste of peeling.

There are also a number of fine grains.

I made a good meal yesterday, but I can't make it all at once, the third sister is still suffering on the construction site.