After the Fang Jing brother and sister finished eating the badger meat, they both sat on the edge of the firewood in the stove room, reminiscing about the taste of badger meat and thinking about what to eat tomorrow.

After resting for almost a quarter of an hour, Fang Jing stood up, took the clay pot and two bamboo bowls to the ditch to clean, the little sister also got up and followed Fang Jing, it was already dark, and the darkness made Fang Jing feel no trace of fire, only some dependence of the villain behind him.

Fang Jing washed everything and took her little sister home, looking at half a piece of badger meat and a rat meat, she was very helpless, without salt, she couldn't marinate salted meat, she could only dry it and make it into jerky, or eat it tomorrow, otherwise it would be all bad in another day.

Fang Jing tied up the badger meat with hemp rope, inserted a small stick into the earthen wall, and hung it on a higher place, and the mouse also hung up, thinking that he would finish eating the two pieces of meat tomorrow.

"Brother, will you hang it up and eat it tomorrow?" The little sister asked, looking up at the meat.

"Yes, I will finish eating this meat tomorrow, and if I can't finish it, I will give it to the dog's family, and it will be bad the day after tomorrow." Fang Jing explained.

After getting everything done, he took his little sister back to the main house, closed the door, picked up Fang Yuan and put it on the wooden bed, let Fang Yuan lie down and sleep, and Fang Jing then climbed on the wooden bed.

"Little sister, are there bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest? Ever seen a bamboo mouse? Fang Jing asked the little sister patiently.

"Brother, there are bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest, but I haven't seen mice, and the people in the village all cut bamboo and come back to make baskets and pull them to the market to exchange things." The little sister replied in a whisper next to Fang Jing.

"Did anyone in the village dry the bamboo shoots? I went to Muramasa's house and didn't see it. Fang Jing asked the little sister curiously.

"There are no dried bamboo shoots, but there are wet bamboo shoots, but no one seems to dig wet bamboo shoots now." Xiaomei is very curious why my brother asks this, has my brother forgotten?

Fang Jing didn't ask Fang Yuan anymore, his thoughts would be tens of thousands of miles away. Fang Jing thought about the characteristics of bamboo shoots in her previous life, whether it was spring or summer or autumn and winter, anyway, she didn't know, so she felt that there should be bamboo shoots in spring and winter, but what Fang Jing didn't know was that bamboo shoots were not in season.

"Little sister, tomorrow we will go to the bamboo forest to have a look, cut some bamboo to make a few baskets for use, save no baskets to load things, and it is troublesome to wash vegetables." Fang Jing said to Fang Yuan after a while.

……………… Whew

……………… Whew

It's a pity that the little person next to her has fallen asleep, Fang Jing looked at the direction of the little sister in the dark, and could only feel Fang Yuan's existence from the right hand, but she didn't know that the little sister's dream was full of all kinds of delicious food.

Fang Jing pulled the rag quilt from his side and gently covered it for Fang Yuan, and he also covered the corner of the quilt at his navel to prevent him from catching a cold.

Fang Jing thought that he was drinking with a bunch of subordinates yesterday, and today he ran to this world era, although he didn't know what kind of world era this was, or other space, although he had crossed over, he thought that it should still be on the earth, and the words spoken by the people here were similar to the way the ancient Chinese people spoke.

Fang Jing thought in her heart that this should be the ancient Chinese period, listening to what the villagers and little sisters of the village said, it was a bit like Cantonese, and it was only six or seven. Fang Jing thought that it was fortunate that she had stayed in GD for so many years, learned a little Cantonese, and could cope with the current situation, otherwise she wouldn't be able to speak Cantonese, and it would be over.

Fang Jing thought about it, and felt that something was wrong, the language spoken here was like Cantonese, was that still in the GD area? Looking at the mountains and rivers, the ditches and ditches can't see anything, forget it, after a while, I will slowly know what kind of place this is, and what kind of world era it is, now in short, everything is based on filling my stomach, saving myself from being hungry, what do I want to do later.

Fang Jing fell asleep in a daze, Fang Yuan turned his body in the middle of the night, one leg on Fang Jing's head, and the other on his chest, if anyone saw the sleeping appearance of the brother and sister, they would think that this was the daily life of the daughter and father.

As the morning sun rises, the sky slowly glows, and the rising sun gently shines on the earth.

Fang Jing was lying on the wooden bed, sleepy-eyed, a stone pressed on his chest in his dream and couldn't get him out, struggling desperately, suddenly Fang Jing woke up, looked at the scene in front of him, and then thought of the scene in the dream, he was really speechless, looking at Fang Yuan's two legs on his chest, no wonder it was like a stone pressing on himself and couldn't breathe.

Fang Jing glanced at the bright sky outside the window, and hurriedly shook her little sister gently, waking up her little sister and getting ready to get up, Fang Yuan looked up at Fang Jing with sleepy eyes.

"Little sister, get up, it's dawn, and my brother will take you to get food in a while." Fang Jing can only use food to lure her little sister to get up, maybe she doesn't need to be tempted at all, she will naturally get up.

Fang Jing has been looking for a piece of clothing to wear since she got up, but there is no other clothing and cloth in this house except for the rag quilt, I want to get a pair of shoes to wear, think about it, there is nothing, I think of watching a show in my previous life, a foreigner's survival in the wild, but Chiguoguo's entry and exit, think about my current self, what is there to be afraid of.

Fang Jing walked to the stove room and picked out the dandelions in the wild vegetables at random, picked some leaves, made a bamboo bowl and cleaned them with some water, then put them in his mouth and chewed, wanting to use the dandelion leaf juice to clean his teeth, and then asked Xiaomei to follow him.

"Little sister, put this dandelion in your mouth and chew it, chew it more until it is rotten, but don't eat it, spit it out when it's almost done." This is the most convenient way for Fang Jing to think of to clean her teeth, and maybe it can also play a certain role in oral inflammation.

The little sister responded happily, followed Fang Jingxue, and when she was done, she spit it out and rinsed her mouth with water, which was considered to be the end of the process of brushing her teeth.

Fang Jing carried a broken knife, and then asked Shangyuan to go to the bamboo forest together, wanting to cut some bamboo to make baskets, Fang Jing did not have the fine craftsmanship of making baskets, but it was still possible to make a simple basket, in the previous life, rural people basically had to know a little bit of everything, not to refine but to seek breadth, so that they would not starve in the time of the catastrophe.

Fang Yuan happily followed Fang Jing, feeling that his brother was the most powerful brother in the world, thinking that there would definitely be something delicious to eat for a while, or it would be good to catch a few birds and roast them, this is the most practical and realistic idea of the villain now, eating a full stomach is the biggest thing in the world, and the others will stand aside for a while.

Fang Jing turned his head to look around as he walked, and saw that there were some edible plants and fruits, but the fruits were cyan and not yet ripe, so he could only keep them first, and walked into the bamboo forest, the mountains were full of bamboo, and when he looked up, some bamboo shoots drilled out of the ground with sharp tips, Fang Jing was very curious, and said that the good ones were spring and winter bamboo shoots, why did the summer in this world also grow bamboo shoots?

Fang Jing looked at the tips of the bamboo shoots on the ground, and his thoughts were flying all over the sky, but after thinking about it, he realized that the bamboo shoots can grow in spring and winter, and even more in summer and autumn.

Fang Jing carried a broken knife to chop the bamboo, about ten meters high, waved the knife and chopped, the bamboo fell in about a quarter of an hour, and quickly cut off the bamboo branches, leaving a bare pole bamboo, I was going to call the little sister to resist the bamboo and go home, but I was worried about the bamboo shoots at the tip of the hat. Whispered to Fang Yuan to wait for himself in this place, resist the bamboo and rush home, although it is not very far, it is less than two or three hundred meters away from home, it is still downhill, but he is also worried that some animals will break into the bamboo forest to scare the little sister.

Fang Jing resisted the bamboo and returned home, threw the bamboo on the ground, and trotted towards the dog's house, and as soon as she arrived at the dog's house, she saw the dog's mother walking out of the door.

"Aunt Xiu, I want to borrow your hoe and dig some bamboo shoots back, can I?" Fang Jing shouted at the dog girl, the dog girl called Li Daxiu, and Fang Jing had to call Aunt Ji.

"Jing Wazi, are you in good shape? If it's not good, call the dog baby to help you dig some back. The dog baby mother was afraid that Fang Jing's health was not yet good, so she said worriedly.

"Thank you, Aunt Xiu, there is nothing wrong with my body, don't bother the dog, I'll just borrow a hoe and dig it myself." Fang Jing was afraid that it would be too troublesome, so she could only refuse.

"Okay, that aunt will get it for you, be careful when you dig bamboo shoots, don't be too tired." The dog baby mother is still worried about Fang Jing.

"Thank you Aunt Xiu for reminding me, I'll pay attention to it." Fang Jing took the hoe and hurriedly thanked him, and quickly ran towards the bamboo forest with the hoe.

Fang Jing ran back to the bamboo forest, and saw that the little sister was sitting on the ground with a bamboo stick and whipped something, and her heart was settled.

"Little sister, come, let's find some bamboo shoots and dig them back to make bamboo shoot meat, it's delicious." Fang Jing called her little sister to find a bamboo shoot with the tip of her hat and dig it up.

"Brother, the bamboo shoots have a bitter taste and are not delicious, but the meat is delicious." Fang Yuan felt that the bamboo shoots were bitter and did not like to eat them, so he objected and stated that the meat was the most delicious.

"Little sister, the bamboo shoots that my brother gave you have no bitter taste, they will taste better when cooked with meat, I believe my brother." Fang Jing loves bamboo shoots, and even more likes tobacco shoots in her previous life, explaining the deliciousness of bamboo shoots to Fang Yuan.

"Well, I believe in my brother, the wild vegetables made by my brother are delicious, and the meat he makes is even more delicious." Fang Yuan had a happy expression on his face to show his approval of the dishes that the other party had cooked.

Looking at Fang Yuan's smiling face, he understood that the little sister was very happy at this moment, and her big eyes had already narrowed.

Fang Jing hurriedly dug the bamboo shoots, the hoe was not strong, the head of the hoe was made of iron-clad wood, and a wooden stick was set on the wood as a support point, Fang Jing dug the bamboo shoots, and felt very laborious, unlike the head of the hoe in the previous life, which was all iron, and the force was just right. There is no way, in order to eat a meal of bamboo shoot meat, I can only dig hard, fortunately, the land is looser, and I can save some effort when I dig it, otherwise, let alone whether I can eat bamboo shoots today, Fang Jing worked hard for half an hour before digging seven or eight large bamboo shoots.