Chapter 47: The Primeval Forest

Although the three of them are skeptical about the white-haired monsters living in the mountains, they have witnessed the small circle of beast children and unexplained cases of unexplained murder with their bare hands, which makes people have to believe in the existence of some mysterious power.

They entered the primeval forest, there was no road on the mountain, relying on GPS positioning, and the group of the special case team stepped on knee-deep grass to move forward.

When the morning sun rises from the peaks, the white clouds are dyed golden, and the glow shines through the branches of the trees on everyone's faces, people are not talking, no matter what they say, it will seem redundant, and human beings are not a part of the ecosystem of this primeval forest.

The Great Khing'an Mountains, from the bank of the Heilongjiang River in the north to the upper reaches of the Xilamulun River in the south, with a total length of more than 1,200 kilometers, larch, pine, red spruce, birch, poplar and other trees form a dense and broad forest. There are more than 400 species of rare birds and beasts and more than 1,000 species of wild plants.

The group of the special case team walked along the mountain for a morning and arrived at the Yan Pine Forest, which was low, less than two meters, and its branches grew on the ground. The 50 peaks in the northeast are full of this plant, making it difficult to walk every step, and from time to time roe deer running through the pine forest, and snow rabbits poking their heads out of their burrows.

The Fuck Chief aimed his shotgun at the roe deer a few times, but then put the gun down with a sigh and said, "Now that hunting is not allowed, I can't break the law."

The old man said: The hunters in the Northeast are all extinct, alas, I also hunted the black blind with my grandfather when I was a child.

Bao Shu asked Da Chunzi: Is the white-haired monster you saw a bear, is there a white bear in this forest?

Oharuko replied: Absolutely not, it was an old lady with white hair, I can't be mistaken.

Xiao forced the lamp to say: Director, if you just shoot two shots and shoot a few rabbits, we won't say anything.

The fucking director said: That's not good, I have to be realised.

Drawing the dragon said: "Director, you will definitely hunt.

The fucking director said: I can break the law as the director, how can you be so sure?

Su Mei said: Why does the director bring a shotgun when he doesn't hunt.

The dragon said: It has nothing to do with bringing a gun, but the director is carrying wine!

Everyone walked through the glaive forest, a towering ancient tree suddenly blocked the way, the broken sunlight shone on the ground through the dense leaves, there was undried water in the footprints of the beasts, every puddle reflected the golden trees, the small flowers growing on the green moss trunk were amazing, the vines drooped down to form a long corridor made people happy, and a few blue butterflies saw someone coming, around

Wisteria fluttered over the canopy.

Trekking through the woods, the grass on the ground grew more and more lush, and the murmuring of water was faintly heard, and there was a small river in front of it, and the water flowed over the grass, spilling into the depression and forming a swamp. They walked through the wetlands with great difficulty, it was already dusk, everyone was exhausted, the night of the Great Khing'an Mountains was approaching, and the fucking director decided to camp by the river.

Before the rainy season arrived, the river dried up and shrunk into narrow streams, which rushed and washed the pebbles with a pleasant sound. The empty riverbed was in full view, and the black silt dried and cracked into crispy skin, and when stepped on it, it crumbled into foam. The grass on both sides of the bank is green and refreshing, and some blue berries grow in the grass.

Su Mei exclaimed, "Ah, that's a blueberry, I'm going to eat it."

Su Mei took his hat to pick blueberries, a deer got up from the grass, ran a few steps, looked back, the fucking director fired a shot from behind, because the range was far and missed, the fawn panicked and ran deep into the grass. The fucking director scolded and walked away, arranged for everyone to set up tents, prepared dinner, and he went up the river, and after a while, the gunshots rang out again, and he came back with two hazel chickens.

Da Chunzi was in a trance, didn't say a word, just sat still and refused to work.

The old and small fish caught more than a dozen river carp in the river, and the method of catching fish was very simple, intercepting the river, constantly narrowing the encirclement, forming a small pond, and splashing the water out with a sapper shovel, leaving the fat fish to jump in the weeds and muddy water.

The fish is cut and cleaned, smeared with salt and marinated for a while. He found a flat sandy slope, dug a pit, drew the dragon and Bao cut up the dead branches, and lit a bonfire in the pit.

Everyone sat around the fire, and their dinner was grilled fish and chicken.

The most commonly eaten game in the Great Khing'an Mountains is wild fish. Due to the high cold, the rivers are full of cold-water fish, coupled with good water quality and pollution-free, the meat quality and taste of river carp in Daxinganling are many times better than those in the mainland.

The old lantern sticks the fat fish with a branch, puts it on the charcoal fire to grill, the oil from the fish drips to the fire from time to time, making a sizzling sound, after the roasting, sprinkled with chili powder and cumin noodles, the fragrance is fragrant, and it is mouth-watering.

The three of them, Painted Dragon, Bao Chop, and Su Mei, also devoured the old lantern, and put fish and chicken on the branches of the tree to barbecue.

The fucking director took out the pesticide bottle, unscrewed the lid and took a sip of wine, handed the bottle to Hualong, who didn't dislike it, raised the bottle and took a big sip, wiped his mouth and said: It's a pity that Uncle Liang is not here, so he can't eat such a delicacy.

The fucking director said: Wait a minute, there are still delicious dishes, and the hard dishes are in the back.

Su Mei and Bao Shu didn't drink, and the rest of them each took a sip and quickly drank all the wine.

The Fuck Chief tosses the chicken bones into an iron pot and sets them on a charcoal fire to cook the soup.

Su Mei said, Director, the big dish you are talking about is this chicken bone soup.

The fucking director said: This is not called bone broth, this is called dragon soup.

The director explained that birds are the first choice among game, and the top quality of game is hazel chicken, which is also called flying dragon, and was once a tribute to the emperor by officials in the northeast. Hazel chickens eat pine nuts and pine buds, and there is a faint pine fragrance in the meat. The soup is boiled with a skeleton and simmered slowly, which can be called "the first soup in the Northeast." ”

Xiao Qideng picked some wild mushrooms and wild fungus and put them in the pot, saying: It would be nice to put some green onions and garlic cloves to enhance the flavor.

The old man said, "There's everything here, there's everything on this mountain."

The old man bent down in the shade of the rocks to look for it, there was a small garlic on the ground, hidden in the soil, just growing young seedlings, he dug out a bunch of white small garlic with his fingers, washed it and put it in the pot.

After a while, the flying dragon soup was boiled, and the director of the fucking bureau lifted the lid of the pot, only to see that the soup was white and tender, the water and fat were blended, and the rich fragrance came to the nose, and everyone shouted hello. The old lamp put some garlic sprouts and salt in the pot, the conditions were simple, everyone used a spoon around the iron pot to drink the soup, the taste of the soup is indeed delicious and fragrant, which is amazing.

It was the first time that the three of them had tasted such a delicacy, and they would never be able to eat it again.

The temperature difference between day and night in the Great Khing'an Mountains is large, everyone gathers around the charcoal fire to keep warm, and listens to the old man tell the story of hunting, and the fucking director once again talks about his legendary experience of scaring away hungry wolves with poop. When night fell, the old lamp extinguished the charcoal fire, and everyone fell asleep. At dawn, a layer of water was hung on the outside of the tent, and Su Mei was weak and woke up from the cold, she got out of her sleeping bag and put on her jacket.

At this time, the sky was not yet dark, the night sky was full of cold stars, and the mountains were still shrouded in darkness.

Su Mei moved his body outside the tent a few times, and Bao Qi also woke up, he said, Xiaomei is not cold.

Bao Shu gave Su Mei the hat of the jacket and put it on his head.

Su Mei stretched and said: I'm such a big girl with yellow flowers sleeping in a tent with you stinky men, what is this called.

Suddenly, Su Mei saw a bright spot in the mountain in front of her, and she pointed and asked, "What is that?"

Bao Chu also looked in the direction of his finger and said: Strange, it seems to be a light.

Su Mei said: How can this barren mountain and wilderness be inhabited.

Bao Chu said: Could it be that someone was killed in the mountains and sent a distress signal?

Su Mei and Bao Qi woke everyone up, and they immediately set out for camp, heading towards that little light. When they got there, they were surprised to see a very strange picture, it was a street lamp!