Wake up refreshed.

Mu Tu pushed open the door, and the fresh air outside poured in.

"Wang, Wang!"

Dahei ran over from the firewood room, leaving a series of plum blossom prints on the muddy ground.

The rain fell in the second half of the night last night, and Mu Tu had some memories in a daze.

He reached out and pressed the dog's head to prevent the big black from entering the house.

"Go and go, the paws are covered with mud, let you run around the house, and the ground will be dirty."

"Whew!"

Da Hei rubbed his head against his legs, and then moved his head towards the "pot house".

"Oh, you're hungry, aren't you? Let's cook. ”

Due to the muddy roads, there is no way to go out to catch the mountain now, so Mu Tu plans to rest at home for the morning and go to the surrounding woods in the afternoon to see if he can pick up some spiritual fungi.

Walk barefoot to the "pot house" and pour out the wild things in the bamboo basket.

The hedgehog was still alive, and at this time it was huddled in a ball, and it smelled of urine.

Mu Tu sniffed the turtledove and the pigeon again, and found that the turtledove was fine, but the pigeon had already emitted a faint stench.

"Alas, it's a pity for this pigeon!"

At the end of July, when the weather is hot, things can often only be stored for one day, otherwise they will stink.

The pigeon should be dead for most of the day in the trap, otherwise the body will not stiffen.

Last night, because the spirit crystal was stolen, Mu Tu didn't cook dinner at all, but let the pigeon stink alive, so he could only throw it in the haystack first, and then chop it up and stuff it into the "ground cage" in the evening for fishing.

Tear off the turtledove with the belt hair, twist off the head, open the stomach and take out the intestines and internal organs, and then pull the two claws back and forth at the leg joints, the whole process is not moved, just rinse with water a few times, the turtledove will be cleaned.

Ku Ding Xie Niu, nothing more than that, eat out of experience.

Mu Tu walked to the small courtyard barefoot, and the mud kept rising from the cracks between his toes, itchy and not very comfortable.

He picked a green onion in the vegetable garden, picked two thick and long cucumbers, and then picked a small handful of green peppers, and before leaving, he suddenly caught a glimpse of freshly baked dog poop on the side of the tomato vine, and he couldn't help but sick to his stomach.

"Dog, how many times have I told you, the vegetable garden doesn't need you to fertilize!"

Scoop half a basin of water with a gourd, wash the peppers, green onions and cucumbers first, and then soak the preliminarily processed turtledoves.

Brush the pot, cut the green onions, cut the peppers, cut the birds, light the firewood, dig a spoonful of meat oil, and when the meat oil is lumped, throw the green onion and pepper into it - "Bang pa, pop pop." ”

Mu Tu operated the shovel back and forth, and after the heat was almost over, the smell of oil smoke suddenly became louder.

After more than ten minutes of manipulation back and forth, the meat is almost cooked.

Mu Tu put down the guy in his hand and turned to look for spices.

"Woohoo!"

The dog smelled the smell of meat, and out of nowhere, his two paws lay directly on the pot.

"Go, go, get out of the way, I haven't it yet."

Mu Tu bent down to add a fire, and after adding spices, he rummaged for a few minutes, tired and sweaty.

"Wow! Barking! ”

Mu Tu saw the dog drooling around the pot, smiled slightly and began to serve the plate.

"Alright, alright, don't rush."

Mu Tu was satisfied with putting more than half of the meat into the dog basin, and brought the rest to the stone table in the courtyard, for fear of attracting flies, and used a coarse porcelain bowl to buckle it upside down.

The two cucumbers were thick, long, and slightly old, and he peeled and marinated them, and put soy sauce, white vinegar, and garlic cloves.

This will be a kung fu, Da Hei has already eaten and licked the little bird meat, and he stretched out his tongue and wagged his tail, and ran over to rub his thigh with great enthusiasm.

Mu Tu stabbed the hedgehog to death with a dagger, and the provincial one would suffer later, and he scolded Dahei: "See, don't make trouble, this will be yours!" ”

He used a shovel to pluck out the burning mahogany from the stove, put it in the open space in the courtyard, and covered the hedgehog with brown sugar mud, wrapped it in a large mud ball, and buried it in the wood fire.

"You're just watching here, I'll go eat first, and I'll add to the fire later."

In the yard, Mu Tu nibbled on hard dough cakes, spicy turtle dove meat, and then sandwiched a piece of vinegar mixed with cucumber, and the breakfast was also delicious.

It's a pity that there is no rice at home, otherwise boil another pot of gruel, which is beautiful!

Barely half-full, Mutu added a few more handfuls of bran to the slag pile.

You can't use high heat to burn hedgehogs, otherwise it is easy to bake into black charcoal, and you must have a bottom fire or low heat, and slowly stuffy.

After more than an hour, the sun had climbed on the roof, and the dog's saliva was almost dripping into a puddle before the hedgehog was roasted.

Mu Tu helped it break the mud, and a strong smell of barbecue suddenly dispersed, burrowing into the nose and provoking the taste buds.

At this time, the hedgehog, which was larger than the mouth of the bowl after the ball was formed, had shrunk a full two circles, and the needle-like spikes on its body were roasted and pasted to the skin of the flesh.

In an instant, the fragrance in the air became stronger.

A hedgehog weighing two catties is only the size of a fist when grilled.

Mu Tu couldn't help but tear a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, full of fragrant flavor.

In the midst of the big black's eyes, he tore off a small piece before putting the rest in the basin.

"Wow! Whew......"

Da Hei ate happily, not too hot, and finally his mouth was full of oil.

……

After a morning break, Mu Tu also took the time to study the chicken eating equipment for a while, and after obtaining the inheritance of the earth civilization, he was very familiar with these things.

At noon, I ate bacon mixed with potatoes, and most of it went into the dog's belly.

After brushing the bowl and locking the door, Mu Tu instructed Da Hei to stay in the yard and not run around, then tied the dagger, took a bamboo pole, and carried the wooden basket on his back to go into the mountains to pick up mushrooms.

In fact, it is best to pick up mushrooms in the middle of the night and arrive early in the morning.

However, due to the rain in the middle of the night last night, many mushrooms will emerge in the morning, so there is no need to worry about not harvesting them when you pick them up now.

Passing by the thousand-year-old acacia at the head of the village, Mutu hit some acacia flowers by the way.

Xu is this locust tree is too old, the flowers are snow-white and fragrant, not only has the effect of smoking mosquitoes, usually stomach pain and diarrhea, brew a few with hot water, but also drink it.

After walking for more than half an hour, the mud on the surface of the dirt road has been dried, but when you step on it, the shoes will still stick to the wet mud.

When they arrived at the market, many women had already arrived here and found a shady place to rest.

Mu Tu swaggered to the pergola occupied by the merchant Wang Fatzi, sat down in his slippers, and then used the edges and corners of the stones to buckle the mud stuck to the soles of the cloth shoes.

Wang Fatzi walked over with a gloomy face, slapped his big fan-like hand on Mu Tu's shoulder, and said strangely: "Little cub, who gave you the courage to hang around in front of me?" ”

Mu Tu buttoned his nose, flicked his hand on his clothes, and suddenly shouted: "Murder, murder, Wang Fat is going to kill." ”

After seeing that everyone's eyes were attracted to it, Mu Tu snorted twice and said: "Everyone knows that the vendors in the market have fixed stalls, basking in the sun over there, and these pergolas are a resting place for everyone, anyone can sit, but this Wang Fat Man is domineering, taking this as his own stall, and not letting others come to rest, what is the reason?" ”

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone was watching, the vendors were not good at beating people, Mu Tu showed his white teeth, and smiled at the fat man of the king: "A-Niang told me that there are gods in the three feet of your head, and it is easy to die if you do too many bad things!" ”

Then, without waiting for the fat man to react, he slipped out of the crowd and rushed towards the woods in the distance.

He just wants to disgust the fat man first, and the saint will appear behind his back, just like a brocade robe at night.

Ten minutes later, Mu Tu came to a commanding height, transformed into a woman's clothes, took out the dark green sniper from behind, aimed four times, and slowly pulled the trigger.

"Poof!"

After the gunfire was silenced, it was a little dull.

Thousands of kilometers away, Wang Fatzi suddenly fell to the ground, and his kneecaps were shattered.

"Poof!"

Mu Tu pressed the trigger again.

A ball of blood appeared in the belly of the fat man.

"Yes...... That kid just now? ”

When he was distraught and struggled to stand up, another bullet flew in, and Wang Fatzi's head exploded like a tomato......