Zhao Xiaodong's words are not unreasonable, sometimes, you just need to give it a go. Although the danger of encountering wolves on the mountain is great, you can't just watch your family starve to death!

However, now is the time on the cusp, and I think everyone should be able to settle down for a few days.

Song Yiran had an idea in his heart, so he yawned.

Zhao Xiaodong said immediately: "You sleep, I'm leaving." ”

"Auntie, you can stay a little longer!"

"Don't stay, it's cold this day, I'll go back and poke the stove early, you can rest quickly!"

Song Yiran sent Zhao Xiaodong out, closed the door, and went back to the house to sleep.

In the second half of the night, Song Yiran suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

It was quiet, and nothing could be heard outside the window except the sound of the wind.

Song Yiran shivered and put on cotton clothes and pants, thinking that this ghost place in Daqingshan is really cold! I really don't know how the original owner survived after sleeping in the cowshed for so many years. She put on her clothes, put on her cotton shoes, and took a worn cotton jacket from the wall and put it on the outside.

This padded jacket is a little big, the hem just covers her thighs, and the padded jacket is a little old, which is a relic of Old Man Sun. Although it is a little unlucky to wear dead people's things, but fortunately, this padded jacket can block some wind and cold, and Song Yiran does not dislike it, so he has been wearing it.

Finally, Song Yiran took out a half-worn headscarf and covered his head and ears. She put her hands in her sleeves and went out against the north wind.

There was no one outside, not even a dog barking. Song Yiran gathered the old cotton jacket on his body and ran up the mountain with a smoke.

The night was thick, and he couldn't see his fingers, but Song Yiran walked on the rugged mountain road, but he walked on the flat ground, very easily.

As a member of the squad, her eyesight is naturally excellent, but not to the point where she can see at night. Now she is like a leopard walking in the night, not only is she vigorous, but everything in the dark night is clearly presented in her eyes, just like the day.

Song Yiran muttered in her heart, could it be that this is also the benefit brought to her by the fog in the space?

She didn't have time to think about it, so she plunged headlong into the forest and began to go up the mountain.

The mountains and wilderness are unusually cool, although Song Yiran's body has recovered a lot, but the original owner's physical foundation is too poor, and the 'equipment' is also so weak that it explodes, so Song Yiran still can't stand it, so he can only speed up and shuttle through the forest, so that his body can quickly warm up.

When Song Yiran was 'cooking' Lai Changjiang, she dug two simple traps on the mountain by the way, and she wanted to take advantage of the fact that the villagers were afraid to go up the mountain, so she quickly caught some prey and beat her teeth.

It took Song Yiran less than half an hour to come to the trap she had arranged, she first put her hand to her lips and sighed a few times, rubbed it vigorously a few times to make her palm warm, and then carefully removed the camouflage on the trap.

Song Yiran's technique of digging traps was learned from a veteran with very rich experience in wilderness survival, no matter what kind of mountainous terrain, she can find a suitable location to ensure that she gets the maximum harvest.

There are two dark shadows in the trap, and at first glance, it seems that the prey has been hit. Song Yiran climbed on the edge of the trap and reached down to lift up the two prey that had hardened.

A rabbit, a pheasant.

Small is a little smaller, better than nothing!

Song Yiran restored the trap to its original state, sprinkled some soil and dead leaves on it, and then carried the two prey down the mountain.

In the middle of the night, there was no one on the mountain, and Song Yiran didn't have to hide it, but returned home with two prey.

As soon as she entered the house, Song Yiran felt that her body had warmth, she tied the door, fought a cold war, and then ran to the stove to roast the fire.

Song Yiran put the prey on the ground next to him, took some of the pine branches in the basket on the side, and stuffed them into the stove. The fire in the stove soon came to light. Song Yiran's body warmed up and down a lot, and his stomach was also hungry.

She threw the hare into the space, boiled water and flicked the pheasant's feathers, and cleaned the pheasant's entrails neatly.

During the wilderness survival challenge, it is generally a half-month cycle, and each person is only given a pack of compressed biscuits, a packet of milk, and a piece of chocolate. If you want to live and not be eliminated, you have to find food by yourself. Wild vegetables, wild fruits, fish in the river, rabbits, pheasants, mushrooms in the mountains, and even voles in the meadows will become their belly food.

Only when you are full can you have the strength to fight and not become an eliminator. Therefore, Song Yiran not only dug traps for hunting, but also specially asked the old squad leader of the cooking class for advice on how to deal with all kinds of wild ingredients. She is a clever person, and unless she is not willing to do it, no work will be difficult for her.

Song Yiran quickly cleaned up the pheasant and cut it into evenly sized pieces. From the old basket in the corner of the wall, he took out a potato, peeled it and cut it into hob pieces for later use.

There is not much vegetable oil at home, but fortunately, this pheasant is very fat, and the green onion and ginger slices are stir-fried twice, and the fragrance comes out. Add potatoes, soy sauce, a little salt and stir-fry, finally put some boiling water, and simmer over low heat with dried red pepper.

Song Yiran sat in front of the stove pit, constantly twitching her nose, and there were bursts of fragrance from the big kang, which almost hooked out her gluttony.

It's so fragrant!

She has been 'wearing' here for a long time, she has always been in a state of lack of oil and water, and she eats bran vegetables every day, not to mention eating well, and she can't even eat enough.

It was the first good meal for her, in the true sense of the word.

Song Yiran is not afraid of others smelling it, there is no one around her house, and the nearest neighbor to her is a few hundred meters away, and everyone sleeps in the middle of the night, who can smell it!

Soon, the soup in the pot was almost collected, Song Yiran opened the lid of the pot, a rich fragrance came to his face, he took a deep breath, and the pores of his whole body opened comfortably.

Song Yiran couldn't wait to bring out the chicken, sat next to the stove and started eating.

The chicken is very tender, and the bite is particularly springy, and the taste of pure natural wild chicken is much better than that of the chickens that came out of the farms in later generations. The potatoes are also very soft and rotten, and with the original chicken soup, the bite is soft and glutinous, which is really delicious.

Song Yiran ate most of the chicken in one go.

Although the stomach is satisfied, the tongue is still very hungry, and there is always a feeling of unfinished. But she was very conscientious and deliberately left a bowl of chicken for Zhao Xiaodong, including a chicken thigh.

As for how to explain this chicken to Zhao Xiaodong tomorrow......

Song Yiran felt that maybe she should tell the truth.