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This was the first snake to be found here, and everyone was amazed and talked about for days.

Later, the eldest uncle came up with a solution, which was to let the dogs and wolves take advantage of the cool morning every day, bark and run around in the nearby mountains and forests, and drive the snakes out and kill them.

After doing this for half a month, I haven't found that disgusting thing again.

Also, in the first few days, the eldest son and a few young men came back from picking a lot of bracken and bamboo shoots on the hill where they cut wood last time, and changed everyone's appetite a few times, and the ones that could not be eaten were cooked and dried, and they wanted to wait until winter to eat them.

When the mother and the full sister were beating pigweed, they found a large piece of gray cabbage, called the children, picked it for two days in a row, dried it in the yard, and estimated that they could eat it for a winter.

Gray cabbage tastes soft and crispy, and tastes good. Aside from these things, there was nothing more to say all summer.

My father sat on a rock at the bottom of the cliff with his legs crossed, and he was looking at the clouds slowly drifting in the sky.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered the matter of picking gray cabbage a few days ago, and from eating gray cabbage to mixing gray cabbage with meat oil, he still felt a slippery, itchy and swishing taste in his throat, which was very uncomfortable. My father thought that it would be nice if there was vegetable oil, but I hadn't smelled the fragrance of vegetable oil for several years.

After a long time, there is no vegetable oil in the dish, and the meat oil is not a taste after all.

But where to find rape? After thinking about it for a long time, my head hurts, and I can't come up with a reason, just like rice, just thinking about it -- I dream about it, but I can't help it.

Rapeseed oil, rape, cabbage, hey, my father thought about it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, there is no rape, you can use cabbage seeds, no, no, a cabbage can't bear many seeds.

Father thought about it and shook his head again.

The eldest uncle looked at his father and shook his head with a smile, not knowing what he was thinking, so he threw his father a mountain fruit.

The father turned his head and saw that it was the eldest uncle, so he called over and talked together, and told the eldest uncle what he thought.

The eldest uncle smiled and said, this is not in a hurry, he can conjure up some clear oil in the autumn.

His father hurriedly asked him what he could do.

The eldest uncle said that some time ago when looking for limestone in the mountains, I found that there was a small tea grove by the stream, I don't know if the result is not fruitful, if it is the result, we can first play some tea oil, tea oil tastes more fragrant than vegetable oil, if this method works, you can also plant tea tree seeds to cultivate some seedlings, and specially plant a tea forest to eat oil. When the children heard them talking about this, and when they talked about tea oil, they thought of the alluring appearance and light fragrance of the tea brew.

The eldest uncle laughed and scolded, "Look at you gluttonous cats."

Tea bubble is a kind of fruit-like thing that grows on the tea tree in summer, in fact, it is transformed from young leaves, and the outside is a white and tender layer of bubble-like flesh membrane, the membrane is empty inside, and the taste tastes faint fragrance and sweetness, and there is nothing else.

But for the little ones in the mountains, it's delicious.

Tea bubbles are not every tree grows, and not every tree that grows will grow every year, and it also depends on luck when you encounter this thing, sometimes you come across a tree full of tea bubbles, and sometimes you may not be able to see one when you walk through a tea grove.

Some of the young leaves are not completely transformed into tea bubbles, but they still grow into tea leaves, and you can see the thick leaves of white and tender flesh from afar, but the taste is still the same as tea bubbles.

Speaking of which, a few anxious children picked up their hoes and were about to set off, ready to dig up some seedlings and transplant them, but the eldest uncle and father hurriedly stopped them, saying that the tea trees could not be planted in this season, and if they were to dig up, they would only die.

When the children heard and thought about it, they hurriedly gave up.

Tea oil compared to vegetable oil, although the taste is more fragrant, but the yield is low, the oil is also less, it is estimated that it is not suitable for long-term eating, the ancestors have chosen vegetable oil for thousands of years, there must be his reason, it should be better to eat vegetable oil.

Just like no matter how good your cooking skills are, no matter how delicious you make bud grains, even if you eat them in a different way, people will be annoyed even if they eat a few meals, but eating rice is different, and you can't eat three meals a day.

But speaking of which, rice and vegetable oil, these two things are rooted in my father's mind, and he secretly made up his mind that one day he will let everyone eat this.

In the middle of summer, the grass planted in the newly opened field is also very dense and stout, and the mother no longer has to go to the mountains every day to hunt pigweed, that is, autumn and winter, plus the sweet potato vine and radish Yingzi planted this year, it is enough to eat, which can save a lot of things.

After hoeing the crops in the field twice, there was nothing to do in the field for the time being, and my father, my eldest uncle, my second uncle, my uncle, and my uncle-in-law discussed going out to find rape and rice.

Seeing that my father was bent on what he wanted to do, everyone had no other opinions, and they all agreed to take this time to go out and look for it.

Without much preparation, the father, the eldest son, the second son, the younger son, the second uncle, and three cousins and cousins set out in a group of eight people, bringing with them two wheeled carts, ten dogs, two little wolves, two killing knives, two axes, four steel drills, two hoes, and enough for them to eat three or five days of cooked meat, thirty bud flour cakes, and half a bag of raw old sweet potatoes -- when it was inconvenient, the sweet potatoes could be eaten raw when they were hungry, and they could resist for a day or two.

As for the housekeeping, there is an eldest uncle, so they don't have to explain a lot, they will worry about it. The direction of their group was to go downstream along the small river, because these two things are unlikely to grow in the deep mountains and old forests, and they hoped that the ancestors had missed some seeds on the way when they went downstream, just as they found buds and corn-like ones.

After walking out of the door, no one knows how big this hope is, even the father is just taking one step at a time to see the next step-the second uncle thought.

At noon on the first day, they walked to the thatched hut where they had last looked for reindeer, the thatched hut had long been dilapidated, and the ground was also half a man's deep artemisia grass, and there were even some animal droppings in the thatched hut, which seemed to have been visited not long ago, and the half-man-deep pit could still be used, which could save two people half a day's work, and the father decided to spend the night here, and arranged for two people to chop wood, one to carry wood, two people to build a house, two people to cut the artemisia grass within two or three zhang of the surrounding area, and cut the yellow thatch of the thatched house, and at the same time responsible for hooking a few piles of dead leaves with a hoe, and another person specially chopping thorns。

After the arrangement was made, everyone immediately got busy, and the dogs and wolf cubs were on guard around them. There is no need for the dogs to find food for themselves tonight, the owners bring enough things for the owners to eat with them for two days.

This time, because there were more people coming, the semi-underground pit needed to be dug wider, and the house needed to be made bigger, which took a lot of effort.

It wasn't until dark that my father and my second uncle built the house and dug the pit. After the others were busy, everyone helped dig the drainage ditch and helped the outer wall with mud, but fortunately nothing unusual was found in this busy process, and the dog and the little wolf did not bark, but they were just late for cooking.

When dinner was ready, it was already the middle of the night, and the younger children were already yawning, but the father kept cheering everyone up and not letting down their vigilance.

As soon as they got into the hut, they put a few steel drills into the fire and burned them, put a few knives and axes within easy reach, and sharpened a few wooden spears, which were burned and hardened by fire, and were ready to be used at any time.

Meals are still eaten in turns.

After eating, my father arranged for everyone to stand guard, although this hut is comfortable, but it is on the river beach, there is nothing to rely on, both sides are exposed to the flat ground, last time I met wolves, it was very unsafe, so I stood guard according to the ratio of six to two, and each shift had a bag of cigarettes.

In order to prevent the children from standing guard and falling asleep, my father also brought a handful of moringa fruit and leaves this time, the moringa fruit tastes very sweet, even after swallowing, it can keep the sweet taste in the mouth for a long time, and the leaves are extremely spicy, even adults often do not have the courage to chew a leaf continuously, but anyway, these two are good things to refresh the mind. (Thank you for the good platform provided by the starting point, thank you for the careful help and guidance of the editors, and thank you for the support of the book friends, if you like it, please ask for more recommendation votes.) ）