As soon as I was busy with my work, there was a knock at the door. Opening the door, Meng Jiucheng unexpectedly saw two children, the young clown and Sanming.

"Brother Cheng, come out, what's wrong?" Da Chou and Sanming saw that the mountain gate was blocked, and they came in through the gap in the courtyard wall, and there were so many people in the view, and the two of them were full of fog.

Meng Jiucheng explained briefly, and the two of them suddenly told what happened in the hunt, and waited for Meng Jiucheng to make a decision.

In fact, this hunting technique was seen by Meng Jiucheng in later generations from the book "Mysterious Island".

In the book, he talks about a lot of simple and practical knowledge, such as making nitroglycerin, making glass, making iron and steel, and so on. It also describes the use of tough and sharp whale fibrous bones to bend into an arch, add water to freeze them into a stone of ice, and then coat them with animal fat. If the prey swallows, the heat in the belly melts the ice, and the whale bones bounce back to their original shape, piercing the prey's stomach and dying. And here, the only change is the replacement of whale baleen bones with bamboo skewers.

At this time, of course Meng Jiucheng will not continue to keep this simple method a secret, he is still too busy to get to work, who still wants to hunt in the mountains and be a savage!

"Tell her, tell her." Meng Jiucheng waved his hand again and again, "It is not easy for a woman to go hunting. After telling her, let her go quickly, lest the rebels come and suffer. ”

Sanming hesitated slightly, but didn't say anything else, turned around and left.

"The rebels aren't coming back, are they?" The big clown said with some worry: "Xuanqing Daoist is gone, Brother Cheng, it's not safe for you to be alone in the view!" ”

I don't plan to stay for long! Meng Jiucheng rubbed his nose, smiled reluctantly, and said, "It's okay, robbers are also afraid of retribution, whoever comes to rob a broken Taoist temple has nothing valuable." ”

The big ugly man was stupid, and he didn't know what to say, so he sighed and said, "I'll go and unload the two hind legs of the wild boar, and I'll be busy for most of the day, cold and hungry, so I'll eat it here Brother Cheng." ”

Meng Jiucheng nodded, not pretentious. When the clown was gone, he went into the house and took out some gunpowder canisters and put them in the corner of the utility room.

The iron pot was placed on the fire in the main hall, and the smell of rice gradually spread, and the refugees swallowed their saliva and felt even more hungry. Seeing that the rebels were not coming, the people's hearts were also relaxed, and they spread their burdens and clothes on the ground, Meng Jiucheng asked them to take some hay again, and lay or sit on the ground, and there was almost no place to stay in the worship hall.

"Wash and peel clean, the pig hair has to be burned!" Meng Jiucheng was also a little tired from his busy work, and his attention quickly shifted to the wild boar, and stepped forward to command, fortunately, there was still a small pot in the kitchen, ready to feast on it.

The big clown screamed and worked hard.

"I'm going to chop some firewood." Sanming took an axe and threw it into his waist, took a rope and wrapped it around his wooden gun, turned around and climbed out of the gap in the courtyard wall.

"Slow fire, less water, when the fire is enough, he is beautiful. Get up every day to make a bowl, and you can be full of your own king" is Su Dongpo's play "Pork Poem", which wrote the production know-how of Dongpo meat.

After cleaning up the wild boar, Meng Jiucheng began to use the knife and cut the mixed fat and thin Dongpo meat materials. The ingredients are a little small, so you can use them! Blanching, boiling, steaming, a set of procedures go through, and wait for the fire to start eating.

"Can tiger meat be eaten like this?" The black strong woman watched from the side, smelled the smell of meat and couldn't help but swallow her saliva, and asked.

Tiger? It's a protected animal, and I haven't eaten it.

Meng Jiucheng shook his head and said, "I haven't done it, I haven't eaten it, as long as the ingredients are enough, it should be okay, right?" So, go and get a piece of tiger meat and stew it together. ”

Oh, the strong black woman turned and went out. After a while, a tiger leg was unloaded, and the clown cleaned it up and threw it into the pot. This time, the black strong woman was silent, staring at the pot without blinking, looking expectant or salivating.

Meng Jiucheng was also very interested in this strong woman who could fight tigers, and through her name, she called a name that did not match her physical ability - Qiao E.

It's hard to say whether it will be martial arts, but Qiao E's strength is really good. She is not only a powerful rammer, but also a foodie who knows how to report Entu. He got the method of hunting, but he refused to turn around and leave, and had to unload a tiger leg as a thanksgiving. When he smelled the fragrant meat and rice, he couldn't take a step again, and his stomach gurgled and he was really hungry.

Meng Jiucheng asked the clown to cut some minced meat, take some salt, send it to the main hall, and cook it with porridge. The most obvious manifestation of the thinking from later generations is that they respect life and have a sense of equality. Therefore, Meng Jiucheng doesn't think that refugees are anything, as long as he is able, he will not be stingy.

"Lady Qiao, where do you live?" Meng Jiucheng was idle and chatted casually.

"In the mountains." Qiao E scratched her head and pointed in a direction very solemnly, but it was useless, Meng Jiucheng didn't know the exact meaning of this mountain at all.

"Is it just your family, or what village?" Meng Jiucheng decided to ask in a different way.

"It's just our family, and it's not too far from the village." Qiao E snorted, the smell of meat was indeed stronger, "I hate the people in the village, the people in the village don't want to see my family, and the family doesn't want to see me." ”

Look at each other and hate each other? Look, I've been forced to write poetry by you fool.

Meng Jiucheng is not an indifferent and ruthless character, but he is not a bad person either. The reason why I want to befriend Qiao E is mostly because of the luck of the traverser.

Don't you see that the traversers in the novel have the favor of God? What is the secret of jumping off a cliff, picking up a kitten and a puppy is also a mythical beast, digging a pit and digging a hole can get treasures, and going to the toilet to poop can also touch nobles.

Even if you don't do anything, there are also people outside the world who are stunned and say that you are a bone essence and a genius in cultivating immortals, crying and shouting to accept apprentices, Jiuyang, Jiuyin, Rulai Shenzhang, and Immortal Dafa have to be stuffed into your hands, and you can't do it without practice. Even if you don't teach you peerless martial arts, if you are a top master, it's not bad to be a junior brother!

Although Meng Jiucheng doesn't have any adventures for the time being, he has to go on if he has difficulties, and he has to go on if he has no difficulties to create difficulties.

It's just that Meng Jiucheng thinks like this, but Qiao E only thinks about the meat in the pot.

"Why doesn't my family want to see you? You've made a lot of fun from hunting, haven't you? Meng Jiucheng still had to talk.

It's not bad to trick a powerful helper! Look at the weapon Qiao E is holding, a big stick nearly three meters long and the thickness of the bowl, with more than a dozen long nails nailed horizontally and vertically on the head of the stick, and the nails are rust and blood stains, and it smells of blood very deeply, but it kills the prey.

And this weapon Meng Jiucheng is also familiar, the artifact of street fighting, the homemade mace, swept a large piece, and smashed into a few holes on the body.