Ding Qi's heart was pounding when he turned around, he was a little nervous and a little at a loss, he didn't know what to do next, he only knew that the little guy needed milk. So where can you get milk? In modern society, there is milk, goat's milk, etc., so what milk is there in primitive society? Just now standing on the platform and looking out, there are some small animals on the plain below the hillside, it seems that there are some animals that resemble antelopes, and I don't see any bison, so tomorrow I will go and see if there are any goats, antelopes or cattle around.

Of course, wolf milk should also be possible, but first, I don't know if there are wolves around, and second, snatching a lactating female wolf from a pack of wolves is definitely a hellish trip to dance with wolves and fists to flesh, and Ding Qi wants to live for two more years; Three, even if they can catch a she-wolf, they don't dare to send the lynx baby up, these two are mortal enemies, rooted in the hatred gene deep in the blood, so that when they meet each other's lonely, it is definitely an endless situation.

Therefore, the acquisition of milk source will be a long-term matter, and it needs to be well planned. Then the most urgent thing now is to keep the little one fed. So what are the alternatives to what you have?

Tinch walked around, scratching his head in a hurry. Just as he walked back and forth for the third time, he slammed his head.

"yes, why didn't I think of that? There is also rice in the backpack, you can make rice soup to feed the lynx baby! ”

As soon as he thought of it, Ding Qi picked up the axe beside him and walked to the forest not far away, while not forgetting to check if there was any danger around him. Crossing the stream, Ding Qi picked up a few dead trees and branches and dragged them back to the rock.

Put a handful of igniters on the road under your feet, take out a magnesium rod and scrape some magnesium powder onto the velvet, scrape the magnesium rod to make a spark, and after a while, the bonfire is lit. After adding some firewood, Ding Qi made a triangular stand and put it on the bonfire, hung up the hanging pot, poured in an appropriate amount of water, grabbed a small handful of rice and put it in, and waited for the rice porridge to boil.

Ding Qi was not idle, dragged the dead lynx to the side of the stream, drew a straight knife and slashed it from the chin, gently cutting through the soft fur to the tail, with a relatively light force, to ensure that it would not cut the belly and puncture the internal organs. Then he made a long cut on the inside of the lynx's long limbs to the middle, then grabbed the fur and turned it outward, and gently cut the thin layer of fat between the skin and flesh with a knife until the whole skin was peeled off.

Toss that skin aside so that the baby lynx doesn't get upset by the smell of it. Chop off one of its hind legs with an axe and grill it over the fire for dinner tonight.

At this time, the porridge in the hanging pot had been cooked, exuding a strong aroma of rice, Ding Qi turned around and ran to the bamboo forest to cut down a section of bamboo tube that was more than ten centimeters thick, and then sawed off a five-centimeter-high section from one end, polished the edge smooth, and the little guy's rice bowl was completed.

Pour the thick rice oil in the hanging pot into it, let it cool and then go to the tail compartment, take the little guy out, take out his own soup spoon and fill a little rice oil, put a drop in the lynx's mouth, try to feed it to see if it can accept it.

The little one, who was dizzy with hunger, smelled a special aroma and stuck out his tongue and rolled the drop of rice oil into it. And this drop of rice oil is like a drop of catalyst, completely opening the taste buds of the little one, and he screams and sticks out his head to arch towards the spoon in front of it.

Seeing that the little guy liked the taste of rice oil, Ding Qi was very happy, and his hanging heart finally let go. Then he fed the baby lynx a small half spoonful of rice oil, and the little one swallowed it and asked for it. After a while, the rice oil equivalent to half the lid of a lunch box was eaten into its stomach. The well-fed little guy twisted his body in Ding Qi's arms, found a comfortable position, and slowly fell asleep.

This made Ding Qi cry and laugh, she is really a mother with milk! Ding Qi's heart was full of relief and a sense of accomplishment, and he didn't have to worry about the little guy's eating for the time being. Looking at the cute and cute appearance of the lynx baby, Ding Qi said out loud:

"Little guy, seeing that you are so well-behaved, I will call you cute in the future, right? Agree no, if you don't speak, it means you agree! Cutie! ”

In one sentence, the name of the little guy was decided, and he didn't forget to rub his cheek against the soft hair of the little cutie. The baby lynx, who did not know that he had been sold, shook his ears in his sleep, as if to say:

"Nasty! Table disturbs me sleeping! ”

Seeing that the little guy in his arms was sleeping soundly, Ding Qi put aside the remaining half of the bamboo tube rice oil that the little guy had eaten, ready to put the little cutie in its nest. Unexpectedly, the little guy stretched out his little paw and hooked Ding Qi's clothes, unwilling to leave his embrace. After trying twice but still couldn't shake it off, Ding Qi was entangled, whether to put it back in the nest?

Listening to a former female colleague, if children are used to being held to sleep, it will be particularly difficult to coax, and they will become the kind that does not hold and sleep, and can toss adults all day long and listless. If the cutie also becomes like that, sticking to her body all day long, and it is inconvenient to do anything, what kind of situation will it be? It's like a lynx mother going out to hunt, probably not with the little one.

Full-time dad or part-time daddy, think about it and know which one is more sour.

Well, let's be ruthless, it's good for the cutie and for herself.

Ding Qi, who decided to come down, lay down, then held the little cutie's body with one hand, and gently got the little cutie's paws off the clothes with the other hand, and then sent the reluctant little cutie back to the nest, covered the tail cover, and Ding Qi was ready to enjoy his own dinner.

It was already dark, and the light from the campfire shone on the face of Tinki, who was sitting there eating the legs of the beast, bright and dark.

The animal legs are not delicious, not only because there is no seasoning, but also because the heat is generally controlled. The meat is fragrant, but it is not as light as water in the mouth, just like a vegetable pepper, mixed with a trace of blood, half-cooked, a little hairy and drinking blood.

When it came to the pepper, Ding Qi's eyes lit up, and he quickly took out a green wild pepper from the outer pocket of his backpack, which was not big, but it finally had a little taste, and it was okay to eat it while roasting, and it was also considered to deal with it. Drinking the remaining rice porridge again, Ding Qi, who had been tired all day, felt comfortable.

Taking out his flashlight, Ding Qi checked the wound on his shoulder, and there was no sign of inflammation for the time being. After smearing a little more iodine, Ding Qi got up and went around to find a few fist-sized rocks and came back. What is Ding Qi going to do?

He was going to make the Flying Stone Cable, which he had seen before for hunting, but it was a little more complicated than what they had made. The stone is first polished into a round shape and then tied with a rope or wrapped in a cloth bag or leather bag. It is more troublesome to tie the stone balls, and there is no skin, so Ding Qi had to cut off three round cloths with a diameter of 15 centimeters from the cloth cover on the back seat of the pickup truck with a multi-purpose military knife, put the stone balls with a diameter of about 5 centimeters into it, tie the round cloth tightly, and tie a paracord about 60 centimeters long, and one of the parts of the flying stone rope is ready. Make two other identical parts, tie the ends of their untied balls together or tie them to a ring, and the flying stone rope is complete.