Liang De dug out the revised edition of "Early Morning Picnic" from the consciousness database, this book is the reward he received after killing the endorsement, known as an all-round picnic strategy, an advanced camping manual, a super practical wilderness survival guide, and the best companion for survival in the wilderness.

Liang De disagreed, from the perspective of his half-Lingnan people, in order to be the best companion for survival in the wilderness, at least it must have edible attributes, and this book obviously can't do it.

But after Liang De's busy research in the past few days, he found that this book is really informative.

The author, Los, spent a long time as a serf in a medieval European environment, and as a thin young serf, access to food was of paramount importance to him.

In the Middle Ages, everything from the fields to the mountains and forests was the private property of the lords, and the serfs wanted to hunt and eat in them, and there was only one way out.

So this book "Early Morning Picnic" contains not only the tips for picnics, but also tips on how to secretly hunt, cook and eliminate traces.

In the process of writing the book, Los received help from many masters in the field.

For many years, several provinces mobilized thousands of police officers and militiamen armed with machine guns and rocket artillery to arrest the king of poaching outside the Guanwai.

There are tribal witch doctors from the depths of the South American continent who lead hundreds of people to survive and pioneer in the rainforest full of poisonous insects and beasts.

There are Arab uncles who have sworn to fight to the death against the capitalist empire, without any supplies and fully armed soldiers, who have been guerrilla warfare in the deserts of the Middle East for half their lives, and finally sent three helicopter gunships to capture them.

There are also Lingnan kitchen gods who have learned from the north and south, are famous in the Central Plains, and cook all kinds of birds and beasts in the wild that they don't know, and can make the children of Fujian frightened with their eyes.

"Picnic in the Morning" is a fusion of the world, the north and the south, and the new ideas, all kinds of practical skills complement each other, decisive killing, no mercy, and strong operability.

Liang De believes that if only this Mr. Loos and Master Pei are left in a wilderness, the English gentleman who has screwed off the heads of countless creatures to obtain protein will understand what real wilderness survival is.

In the spirit of humanitarianism and also taking into account the mental health of children, he selected some techniques that were less cruel and bleed less and taught Li Daidi.

Since Feng Ming's iron cloth shirt's fighting style was already very violent and cruel, he took out the penetration method of the golden snake and the five grains iron sand palm separately to teach her.

"Alright, take my brother." Liang De scanned a circle with Yuan Shen and said, "There is a moose in the direction of eight twenty, you go and try your hand." ”

"Oh." Li Daidi used the two styles of pigeon concealment and magpie stepping on the branches, silently moving and jumping on the branches, and soon approached the location of the yellow-brown moose.

The moose was gnawing at the grass on the ground with its head down, its large, palm-shaped horns swaying slightly as it graze, unaware that a powerful young predator had quietly approached.

Li took his brother to stand on the branch, his two little hands touching his head in distress.

"It can be like this...... It could also be like that...... It seems like that's fine, what a whole thing. ”

This is something that a scumbag will never experience in his life...... Too many ideas to solve the problem!

Li didn't dwell on it for long, she silently cut off a branch from the tree, and with her hand as a knife, she sharpened it into a rough short spear.

The little black-faced girl held a short spear made of twigs and squinted one eye at the moose below.

Sink your waist and lean back, throw your arms and throw guns!

The short spear was shot out with internal gas perfusion, leaving a vacuum trail in its path.

The moose sensed this, and spread its four white hooves before the short spear came to him, and ran forward half a foot, but this action had already been expected by Li Daidi.

The family secret of the king of poaching outside the border is quoted in a sentence about the art of war from nowhere.

"If you anticipate the enemy first, you will have an opportunity to fight."

A short spear no less rigid than ordinary steel pierced through the top of the moose's head, and the spearhead dug deep into the earth, nailing it to the ground, bleeding all over the ground, and the large herbivore, which was five feet tall at the head and shoulders, twitched all over, and then stopped moving.

The black-faced little girl jumped down from the tree, her eyes were full of happiness, and she happily carried the meaty moose to the vending machine.

In the bushes in the distance, outside the scanning range of Liang De's martial arts primordial spirit, a ragged man with a bow watched in disbelief as Li took his brother to carry the moose.

There was a slanted scar on his red face, which looked very vicious, and he was dressed in an earthy yellow suit, but it was covered with dull bloodstains, and there were many holes left by the sword.

The big man with the bow lay on his stomach in the bushes several times and tried to come out, but in the end he still did not show up.

After Li took his brother to leave with the moose on his shoulder, he quietly retreated with bated breath and soon disappeared into the depths of the mountain forest.

"Yes, yes, make a hanger and hang it to bleed first, don't let the meat be too fishy. Then the hair faded, swept it with penetration, shook out the hair and dirt, smeared with rock salt and wild vegetable juice inside and out, no need to wipe too much, you have a master said, if it is clumsy, the taste is true, our Lingnan cuisine is to maintain the freshest flavor of the ingredients...... Okay, okay, it's ready to be baked.

Before starting the fire, leave the flue and aim it at the vending machine's coin slot, so that no one will find out if I suck it all out.

Hey, yes, use the outer flame to grill, grasp the heat, the skin should be crispy, the meat should be tender, and let it stand after roasting, so that the gravy can complete the accumulation, but unfortunately there is no southern milk and sesame seeds. ”

Li Daidi operated a grill made of tree branches, so that the flames evenly grilled the surface of the moose, and the aroma of the barbecue gradually came out.

The little girl couldn't help but swallow her saliva, because the sound was too loud, which startled herself.

"Hahahahaha, take my brother, you're hungry, you eat a deer leg first, I see that the leg is already cooked, remove what you want to eat first, and give me the rest."

"Master, I'm not hungry."

"Eat more if you're not hungry, you're just growing up, and you're practicing kung fu, how can you eat less than you eat, you eat on four legs, leave your head to me, I love to eat this."

You don't have chili peppers and cumin here, it's a pity. ”

Li took his brother to tear off a hind leg from the roast moose, and took a large piece of tender meat with a whimper, and ate it with a mouth full of oil.

She had never eaten meat so much, and the aroma of the barbecue instantly inspired the greed in the depths of her genes, and the meat roasted in the most primitive cooking method was enough to bring the purest pleasure to every descendant of Homo sapiens.

Liang De gnawed the roast moose in the cave to the point that there were no bones left, and the utilization rate was extremely high, and his nutritional reserves rose rapidly, reaching the level of 2.1 fat houses.

He lay on the ground contented, with a rustic, fat smile.

There was the buzzing sound of the scout's drilling bomb above the hole, and the sound of this generation of products digging was nearly 70% smaller, if it weren't for Liang De's full strength to unleash the martial artist's spiritual sense, it would probably have been ignored.

"Take my brother, Master has left beforehand, you can clean up your traces after eating and follow the standard picnic steps, you can go hunting if you want to, don't go deep into the mountains, don't mess with large carnivores first, don't let others know about you and me, have I made it clear?"

"I see, Master."

"Well, bye-bye."

"Master, break it."

After Liang De left, Li took his brother to beat another roe deer, and after eating and cleaning up the field, he returned to the village with a small bundle of pigweed and firewood.

A group of people gathered at the entrance of the village, and there was a lot of discussion, and Li Daidi saw that Whitebeard Village was and a few messengers with waist knives were posting something on the notice board of the Shenming Pavilion.

The little girl came into the crowd curiously with pigweed and firewood on her back, and a few poor people impatiently pushed away the villagers who were too close with their sheathed waist knives, and the first poor man with a black mole on his mouth scolded loudly:

"Look what! What to see! Do you hillbillies know how to read?

Listen to the master, this person's name is Zhang Mo, and he is a Jiangyang thief who kills people without blinking! He shouted loudly as he tapped the seafishing paperwork that had just been glued with paste.

On the sea fishing document is a stick figure portrait of a scar-faced man, very fierce, and he is not a good person at first glance.

"This thief killed someone in Chengde Mansion, and now he has fled to our Qinyang Mansion, someone saw him in Nineteen Lipu a few days ago, and he can't be said to have fled to this side of the mountain.

Listen to the ears of the master, no matter who sees this person, immediately report it to the village, if the thief is caught, the county government will reward the money consistently, do you understand! ”

The onlookers were full of discussions.

"It's always money, it's not old or young."

"The Chen family, this is a Jiang Yang thief who kills people without blinking, I really saw it, and I slashed you with a knife!"

"Phew! Why didn't it slash you with a knife! ”

"Bodhisattva bless, the robbers will be caught by the official soon, don't harm the people of our little Songzhuang."

Li Daidi stared out a pair of eagle eyes, looked over the gap in the crowd, and recognized the words on the sea fishing document one by one.

This Jiangyang thief is called Zhang Mo, a native of Chengde Mansion, and the sea fishing document says that he violated the ban with force, robbed and killed people, and was extremely vicious, and offered a reward of fifty taels of silver.

Li thought that this matter had nothing to do with him, and told his father and mother to be careful at night, so he went home to feed the pigs with a full burp.