The white-haired old man was only up to Fu Minglai's chest, but he passed by Qin Min imposingly, rushed directly to Fu Minglai, and swung down with a stick towards this big man.

"Stinky boy! Didn't you say you'd help me collect the herbs! ”

Fu Minglai turned sideways to avoid the stick, and his attitude towards the old man was obviously much calmer, and he said flatly: "I accepted it." ”

The white-haired old man was even more angry, chasing Fu Ming to fight, "What did you collect, didn't you see what those herbs looked like!" ”

Qin Min remembered the herbs she saw at noon, she felt that those herbs were almost sun-dried at that time, and wanted to remind Fu Ming to put them away, but when she saw his sister, she forgot about them.

Fu Minglai said lightly, "No one has told me, and I don't know if I need to see this." ”

He calmly dodged the stick, not even like it was dodging, more like it was avoiding him.

"If you don't know, don't say help me dry it, it's thundering and slashing!"

"Didn't you say that you wanted someone to do it?"

The old man said with a headache: "Are you called a fighter!" Are you embarrassed to say that you are here to do it? ”

Fu Minglai's expression was flat, "If I do something wrong, you can teach me, and I don't want to learn." ”

He works diligently and changes his mistakes, and his attitude can be said to be impeccable.

The old man exploded directly, "Didn't I teach you, do you remember!" I taught you to recognize so many herbs, which time did you not teach one and forget one! I'm not going to ask myself which herb to be dried in what way to be counted, and I'm going to ask how many herbs you can distinguish now! ”

For those who want to learn Chinese medicine, distinguishing between herbs is an extremely high barrier to entry.

Not only do you need to have a strong memory, but you also need to be very patient and careful to be able to distinguish between herbs that are similar in shape but have diametrically opposite properties.

Qin Min is also a careful person when he asks himself, and there are times when he remembers the mistakes and regards the harmful grass as a life-saver, and he was scolded by the school professor at the moment.

Later, after studying hard for a long time, I reluctantly got the professor to nod.

Liang Dawei poked his head out of the thatched hut to see if they had finished fighting, and when he saw Qin Min watching the battle, he hurriedly shouted: "Qin Min, come over and help." ”

Qin Min walked into the thatched hut and saw seven or eight fat bamboo rats in straw bundles on the ground.

Liang Dawei was skinning the bamboo rat, his hands were bloody, "Hey, you guys came just in time, the others went to take a bath, and I was the only one left, so I couldn't be busy." ”

Qin Min answered and picked up an extra kitchen knife.

Liang Dawei raised his shoulders and wiped his sweat, the skin of this bamboo rat is really not easy to peel, the skin is soft and thin and slippery, he almost cut his hand.

He finally disposed of one, cleaned the internal organs, and handed it to Qin Min, "There's a basin over there, you can take this and wash it, and put it on the leaves over there." ”

Qin Min put down the bamboo rat that had just rested under the knife edge, and took the piece of meat to clean.

Liang Dawei stretched out his hand and touched the eight bamboo rats next to him and touched the air.

He turned his head in confusion and saw that he didn't see the shadow of the bamboo rat, and was about to beckon Qin Min to find the bamboo rat, but his jaw almost dropped.

Qin Min had seven pieces of red bamboo rat meat where he was just now, peeled the skin, and lined up neatly in a row, and the remaining one that had not been peeled was stunned.

Qin Min came back from washing the pieces of meat, and when he saw Liang Dawei looking at her board in a daze, he said puzzledly: "I still have one left, do you want to take it and peel it?" ”

Liang Dawei hurriedly waved his hand, "No, I can't, you ...... Or are you coming? ”

When he said that, he looked at Qin Min's slender fingers, and couldn't help but hesitate, was this really her peeling, is it possible.

Qin Min sighed, then picked up the remaining bamboo rat, stabbed the knife into the junction of the bamboo rat's head and neck, cut a gap, inserted the knife into the middle of the gap, cut the intersection of skin and flesh with the knife, and peeled the skin down with one hand.

The movement is neat, like undressing, and smoothly peels off the skin of the bamboo rat.

Liang Dawei swallowed his saliva, I don't know why I was a little scared and a little cool to watch, and I wanted to catch a few more to watch her continue to peel the skin.

After Qin Min finished peeling the bamboo rat skin and taking out the internal organs, he glanced at the outside of the thatched hut and couldn't help but shake his head.

An old man and a strong man outside are still fighting.

Liang Dawei brought a few wooden sticks, which looked like they were sharpened by Fu Minglai in the afternoon, one end was sharpened so that it could be worn into the bamboo rat meat pieces.

Qin Min picked up a wooden stick and wanted to go through the bamboo rat from tail to end, but he only stabbed it a little bit after spending most of his strength, and he didn't know where it was stuck, so he couldn't stab it at all.

It's not the same as the technical work of peeling, it's more of a hard job.

Liang Dawei watched thrilling on the side, seeing that the wooden stick was crooked, almost piercing Qin Min's hand, and finally couldn't help but snatch her wooden stick, "I'll get this, I can't peel it, it's okay to do this, you go and make a fire, the firewood is all chopped, and the flint is there." ”

What a skillful hand, if you get hurt, how can you peel the skin?

Qin Min knew that his physical strength was small, so he didn't insist, and looked around and saw the wooden blocks piled up in the corner.

"Do you want to make a fire in there?"

Qin Min said hesitantly, she was really worried that the thatched shed would be burned if it was roasted.

"Make a fire outside."

Qin Min then moved a few bundles of firewood to the soil three meters away from the thatched hut.

The two outside are still fighting.

No, it was the old man who unilaterally beat Fu Minglai, Fu Minglai kept dodging, occasionally taking a hit, and the expression on his face was not painful.

Liang Dawei saw her watching and explained: "It's okay, it's good to move your body more, the head is exercising for Uncle Liang and making fun." ”

Qin Min looked at the whizzing stick waving in the air, really, how could she look at Liang Bo's posture, she was really moving.

The two of them dodged and went to the side.

The ground on that side is uneven, and if you don't pay attention to stepping on the pit, you can directly break your foot.

Fu Minglai didn't go back any further, stopped, and raised his hand to block.

The wooden stick smashed Fu Minglai's arm.

The stick broke in two.

Liang Bo never thought that Fu Minglai didn't dodge, so he stayed where he was, looked at the wooden stick that was only half cut off, and then looked at Fu Minglai's arm, and his old face faintly flashed with a hint of crampedness that he had done something wrong.

Fu Minglai said lightly, "I'm fine." ”

His arm wasn't even red.

The so-called copper skin and iron bones are nothing more than that.

Liang Bo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, snorted coldly, and threw away the wooden stick, "Count you kid lucky, next time you touch my herbs, I will kill you." ”

With that, he turned around and went back to the thatched hut.

Qin Min was trying to build a bonfire shelf, erecting wooden strips and leaning together like cones, with a ventilated gap leaking in the middle.

Fu Minglai walked up to her, looked at the strange-shaped bonfire shelf, did not criticize or find fault, and said nothing.

He silently cut the white-haired old man's wooden stick in two into more flammable flakes for ignition.

Qin Min didn't feel narcissistic and felt that he had a good ride, and hesitated, "It's the first time I've built a bonfire, is this right?" ”