As soon as you enter the canyon, the view suddenly opens up.

As Jainning expected, there was no python in the canyon at all.

It's a little regrettable, I originally wanted to catch a big snake and stew it home to drink, and winter is a good season to store it.

I came in a hurry yesterday, and I didn't have time to take a closer look at the surrounding environment of the gorge.

Today, Jian Ning plans to pick up the outside of the gorge mouth more secretly.

Enter the canyon, go to the cave, move the two large urns to the mouth of the cave, and light the smoke pile of pine branches and chaff.

Use a few thick bamboo poles that you have just cut and place them on a triangular support, poke a hole in one end of each piece of meat, put straw on them, and hang them in rows on the bamboo poles.

Basically, you don't have to worry about the bacon, just sprinkle a layer of chaff every hour to press the open flame and add some smokewood.

Jian Ning sat in front of a few bamboo poles and smoked meat, eating breakfast happily.

Pieces of bacon hung in front of him, Jian Ning's eyebrows stretched, and the joy in her heart was bubbling.

The upper part of the mouth is almost obscured by slanted branches.

The lower part is covered with a clump of miscanthus grass that is more than one person high, and it is difficult to find a hidden hole behind it if you don't deliberately pick it up.

The two walls of the gorge mouth were covered with vein-like dry vines, which looked like they had withered for a long time, but Jian Ning knew that as soon as the spring breeze blows, clusters of green vine buds will emerge from the branches of the withered vines, full of vitality.

She took a few steps backwards, stood at a distance and looked, returned to the side of the gorge, waved her firewood knife along the gorge wall, and split a path that was close to the mountain wall, with horizontal branches on it, and thick clumps of miscanthus grass below, so that it was difficult to find the path when she got closer.

She picked up some gravel and scattered it irregularly at the entrance of the path, and put a layer of stones on it, so that when it rained, there would be no deep footprints of people trampling on mud and grass.

After picking up and testing the results before and after, and feeling that a satisfactory effect had been achieved, Jian Ning went to the hole with a firewood knife to press half a basket of chaff.

After that, I went into the thorn forest and put the fields in order, and yesterday I didn't bring a hoe, and only a third of the weeds were cleared.

The hoe was abandoned for a winter, and after digging a few times, it was taken off, and the hoe was pressed back again, and a thin piece of wood was cut and stuck at the border, so that it was much easier.

The weeds were all cleared out and piled up in the middle to burn grass and wood ashes, and the fireworks rose up, and Jian Ning had to stand up straight and stretch his waist.

Looking at the dark green trees in the distant mountains, I hated suddenly, and scenes flashed through my mind.

Eight or nine years ago, when it was difficult to find food in the city, her uncle led her to the forest to forage for food.

The snow was so beautiful back then.

The towering canopy is covered with snow, the canopy is like an umbrella, like a white hat, the clear ice shuttle falls vertically, and when it is gently folded, the ice edge makes a crisp sound, and a natural popsicle falls on the hand.

At that time, she still playfully broke off a piece of ice edge, licking and chirping behind her uncle.

In the first few years, because my uncle and father stored a lot of food, and the government also subsidized it from time to time, life was not bad.

Later, the government collapsed, the stored materials were consumed day by day, the renewable resources were stagnant, and the panic hidden in the bottom of the heart penetrated and crawled out.

One year and two years...... The trees froze to death, the heavy snow crushed the branches, and the forest was horribly bare and bare trunks, which stood in the forest in a staggering desolation.

The only remaining playfulness and ease in my heart was buried deep in the ice and snow.

Jane Ning has been deliberately not recalling past memories, especially about her parents and uncle.

Memories are like a Pandora's box, and as soon as it is opened, the old mother, who has frozen into a popsicle, seems to be lying in her arms..... It was so close, so close that she didn't dare touch it.

In a battle for food, her uncle escorted her to snipe and kill the last person, and fell on her back, and a stream of red and winding blood flowed out of the clean and boundless ice, and the smell of blood and iron scorched into the lungs so that people couldn't stand upright.

Daddy's empty right sleeve shook in front of her, and secretly threw the lost teeth into the bottom of the bed, and the next day she went out early in the morning, went to dig ice holes in the icy and snowy river, rubbed her hands and feet and caught two fish for a day, rushed to the gathering place to exchange for a cluster of fresh vegetables, and rushed home, pushing open the door only to see a room empty.

Since then, the huge ice and snow world has always walked alone.

The water drips on the wet ground, the grass and trees smoke to tears, Jian Ning wiped his face indiscriminately, and dragged a hoe to dig the manure pit.

The manure pit was dug relatively large, boxy, two meters long and wide, and one and a half meters deep.

Each household has a fixed amount of fertilizer for their own land, and the wasteland carved out of the mountains can only rely on primitive fertilizer.

After digging the dung pit, he poured the beast poop in the net pocket into the dung pit, ran to cut two baskets of fresh grass and poured it in, and went to dig back a few baskets of fertile rotten leaf mud under the damp trees, and poured water and stirred.

Pinching his nose and stirring for a while, Jian Ning thought that watering in summer was also a difficult task, and he had to dig a puddle, and then cut a few bamboos and drain them on the ground to draw water down from the cave.

The puddles were dug and tamped, and drainage ditches were continued to be dug around the wheat fields, so that the wheat could not be flooded due to drought and waterlogging.

Jian Ning was too busy to keep her feet on the ground.

After being almost busy and seeing that the time was not early, Jian Ning returned to the cave to collect bacon.

In fact, it is better to smoke bacon for two more days, but she can't move so much time, tomorrow the village will kill the New Year pigs, the day after tomorrow will go to the farm, the day after tomorrow will be the Chinese New Year's Eve.

Since I came here, I have hardly been idle for a moment.

Two urns of pork were built with two baskets full of two baskets, and a basket was full.

The big urn and some other household items will definitely need to be used in the future, so I am not ready to move home, and I will add some new household goods to the house.

A figure appeared at the entrance of the village with steady steps.

"Fourth sister," Jian Mingyu hid behind an old tree, saw the face of the figure clearly, bent down to pick up the back basket on the ground and straddled his shoulder, and flashed out.

Jian Ning said in the direction of entering the town: "Go." ”

The two sisters went to town side by side.

"Half of the sausage stewed pork is left at home, right?"

"Well, stayed. ”

When I arrived in Black Mountain Town, it was dark, and the last time I came back from the county seat, Jian Ning had already gone to explore the road.

This time, he was familiar with the way and felt into the alley, Dong Dong picked up the code, and Wei Er, the younger brother of the sixth son, came out to help carry a few baskets of meat to the yard and lit a kerosene lamp to weigh them.

Because the bacon sausage is not dried and watered, the weight is almost the same as that of raw pork, and the negotiated price, bacon, braised meat, and sausages are all six cents a catty.

The market price of pork is four cents a pound for lean meat and five cents a pound for fatty meat.

The extra two cents are considered the cost of secret craftsmanship and seasoning.

There is no ticket for buying and selling things on the black market, and the price of raw pork in the slaughterhouse is about the same, but fortunately, these things are also the same price as meat when they are prepared in the leftovers, and they don't feel at a loss if they are rounded.

Wei Er's side also felt that it was easy to make money, and the secret braised meat had to be sold for eight or nine cents a catty, and he made a net profit of a few cents.