When Sarriel heard about marriage, she was inevitably a little disappointed.

The topic was picked up by her, and at this time she felt that she had changed the topic when it came to herself.

"Lawrence, when you were eating in the mountains, did you offer the food you carried to the spirits of the mountains?"

Lawrence looked puzzled, "What elf?" Are there elves here? ”

"It's the elves of the mountains, and every year we have people dying in the mountains or in the sea, and when people go into the mountains or out of the sea, they throw out some of the food they haven't eaten and give it to the former victims and the spirits in the mountains and seas, so as to bless this peace," Saril explained. ”

Lawrence frowned, this was a very superstitious practice, wasting not much food.

However, I have crossed by myself, and some things are just not explained.

"Okay, I will, I hope the mountain elves will like Andrew's rabbit pie."

Lawrence looked at the sky.

The two chatted for a while, and the sky changed from black to white, and the change was very rapid.

The climate in the mountains was changeable, and Lawrence still had a lot to do, so he said, "I'm going to be busy, I'll see you in the evening." ”

Saliel nodded and glanced at where Lawrence was going, "It's going to be a good day today." ”

"Okay." Lawrence casually replied and continued walking up the hill.

Lawrence stepped out of the vicinity of the farmhouse farmland, walked up the mountainside, and climbed two more hills along the steep slope, following the trail of the road he had walked for the past two days around the river and the grass.

In some areas, the weeds are so vigorous that they are taller than Lawrence's, making it a dangerous adventure to enter.

There aren't many of these nutrient-rich areas, and most of them are knee-deep because of the poor soil.

"If only I had a dom sheep, I could ride it fast and convenient."

"But the dom sheep eat a lot, and they also need to help with bathing, and they have to feed some eggs and fine ingredients a day or two before each ride."

"Whether it's building a house or raising a mount, I need someone to help me farm the land and solve the problem of eating, so that when I have enough to eat, I have time to do other things."

Lawrence didn't eat in the morning, but he wasn't very hungry either, and first went to the woods to check for traps.

In the morning, the forest is not only full of rotting leaves and flowers, but also lively insects and birds.

The early birds are eaten by insects, and the morning is when the insects are active, and it is also the time when squirrels and some birds are active.

As soon as Lawrence got close to the trap, a shadow flew out of the grass in front of him.

In the fluttering sound, Lawrence's body stiffened and stood still, unable to move for a moment due to panic and fear.

Fortunately, this feeling of chill in the bottom of my heart and a hot feeling on my face passed quickly.

Lawrence looked up and saw the figure flying from the grass to the branches.

It's a chicken, a colorful chicken!

Red eyebrows and eyelids, blue neck, white belly, and black feathers with many white spots.

The chicken, standing on a four-meter-tall branch, seemed to feel unsafe, and after being watched by the strange thing below, it quickly spread its wings again and flew away to another branch.

"Is it grouse?"

Lawrence couldn't see the chicken anymore, and it wasn't easy to find a bird in the woods, neither a squirrel nor a grouse.

"Living near pine trees, it's not a grouse or a grouse, it's called a grouse."

Lawrence added grouse to the recipe, but unfortunately it was only a planned recipe in mind.

The trap that was set up improvised yesterday has been destroyed, and as long as the trap is not triggered from the front, it will be a false alarm for many of the prey in the vicinity.

Lawrence looked at the empty rope hanging from the branches, and then at the pine nuts placed nearby.

There are a lot of slender or round droppings near the pine nuts, which should be the droppings of birds or squirrels, and these guys not only eat most of the pine nuts, but also gnaw and throw away the ones that can't be eaten, and they have a hand in spoiling food.

Lawrence rearranged the trap, and by the time he was done, it was noon.

Time passes very quickly, whether it's farm work or other things, it's like sleeping, and it passes in the blink of an eye.

Unlike the modern society in memory, one thing in this era is enough to be busy for a day, unlike office workers who can do hundreds of things a day.

Lawrence found a dry place to sit down and took his first meal of the day from the tightly wrapped parchment bag.

A two-fist-sized, bulging dough and enclosed by fingers around it.

The pie must be cold, and if it is heated in the morning, it can be kept at a temperature until noon.

However, wood is used for cooking and wintering, and it is not easy to collect wood, and Sariel works every day, and Andrew will not wake up half an hour early to make a fire to boil water because he heats up a meal for Lawrence.

"Alas, let alone eating a hot meal, it's a luxury to go out and drink hot water."

Lawrence began to talk to himself, going out alone for a long time, or doing things alone, sometimes always deliberately making a little noise.

In modern society, you can listen to songs and look at your phone, and now Lawrence can't do much other than see the scenery.

After taking a small bite of the cold pie, Lawrence suddenly remembered Sariel's advice.

"Oh, yes, the elves of the mountains!"

Lawrence lowered his head and took the pie in both hands, forcefully broke off the part of the pie crust slightly, stood up and threw the dough off in his hand into the distance.

The dough flew out, about five or six meters away, and fell into a bush.

"That's it." Lawrence sat down and continued to eat the pie.

Large pieces of meat and bread are the best way to eat a full stomach.

There are a lot of pine nuts here, but Andrew and Saliel and the villagers don't come to collect them even if they know about it.

If you collect it, you have to walk a long way first.

These pine nuts don't taste good, and when eaten raw, there is an uncomfortable feeling of bitterness and stuffing of teeth, and people except animals will not eat this casually.

Of course, it will be delicious when it is fried, but you need an iron pot to fry this first.

Because of this unpalatable taste, it is obviously not cost-effective to come to the mountains with pine nuts that can't be eaten for an hour.

If the population at the foot of the mountain was more than 1,000, then naturally there would be more children and women coming to gather food, but as far as Lawrence knew, there were only a few hundred people in the village at the foot of the mountain.

This number of people only needs to farm and collect wild fruits in the vicinity, and there is no time to come to the mountains to collect pine cones.

After eating the pie, Lawrence pulled out an apple from the bag, which was small and sour, but it was perfect for quenching his thirst.

While Lawrence was thinking about things, he saw a squirrel slowly come out of the grass.

The squirrel stood there and bent over, watching, and after feeling that there was no danger, he took a few more steps in this direction.

Lawrence spotted the squirrel and its companion behind it, and gently placed the uneaten apple on the ground.

The squirrels waited quietly for a minute or two, and the squirrels behind them watched like statues for a long time, and then moved cautiously a few steps.

After a long and quick wait, a squirrel finally approached Lawrence's feet, ready to pick up the half-eaten apple.

Seeing this, the other squirrel also quickly came over and sniffed the apple with its head.

"Oh! O elves of the mountains! Lawrence shouted excitedly in his heart.

Soon, Lawrence's right foot stepped on two squirrels!

The two squirrels struggled violently, and the surrounding squirrels quickly dispersed and hid.

Lawrence quickly pinned the two squirrels to death and happily carried them out.

Add dinner tonight!