Song Ziyi's eyes widened when he saw the exquisitely shaped dagger. "Sister, where did this come from? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Song Yun started to deceive again, "I bought it on the black market in Beijing. Don't tell anyone. If anyone asks, just say it was passed down from our ancestors."

Although Song Ziyi was young, he knew that the black market was illegal, so he nodded immediately and said, "I understand. This is our family heirloom."

The dagger produced by the high-level planet did not disappoint Song Yun. The "cutting iron like mud" mentioned in the novel was concretely demonstrated. This dagger really could cut iron like mud.

Useful, but also dangerous.

Song Yun decided to put it in the system storage compartment when not in use and never let anyone else touch it, not even Ziyi.

They easily cut down two bamboos, trimmed off the branches, and the brother and sister dragged them down the mountain together.

It was not yet afternoon, and the villagers who were renovating the house were still busy mending the walls. The materials for building the roof were also in place. Everyone was working hard when they suddenly saw Song Zhiqing and his sister coming over dragging two bamboo sticks. They were all very surprised.

"Song Zhiqing, what are you doing with bamboo?"

Song Yun dragged the bamboo into the yard and replied with a smile, "I have learned bamboo weaving. My family is short of many things, such as backpacks, bamboo curtains, and kang mats. It would cost a lot of money to buy them. So I thought there are ready-made bamboos in the mountains, so I might as well weave them myself."

When they heard that they were going to weave basket-shaped kang mats, everyone lost interest instantly. Many people in the village knew how to weave this kind of thing, and they thought that Song Zhiqing, a girl from the city, would be able to make something strange.

Song Yun dragged the bamboo to the backyard and sorted out the wild vegetables to be eaten in the evening. The rest were spread out on the broken door panel to dry. She also had to weave a few round winnowing baskets for drying things, otherwise it would be inconvenient to dry too many things in the future.

Song Yun deftly cut the bamboo into pieces and soaked them in water. Since it was still early and no one was by the river, she quickly picked up the two wild rabbits and went to the river to clean them up.

The rabbit fur can be kept to make gloves, but she doesn't know how to nitrate it, so she will ask Uncle Liu when the time comes.

With the help of the system dagger, cleaning up the prey becomes very interesting. Every stroke is so smooth. You can imagine the feeling of cutting rabbit meat and bones with a dagger. It must be stress-relieving.

When she was packing up the rabbits, she saw from afar some people leaving the fields and walking towards the village. Some people in her deserted yard were also rushing out to go home. Song Yun walked lightly and took advantage of the grass on the roadside to hide the rabbit in her hand. She successfully entered the deserted yard through the back door.

She started to cook dinner only after all the villagers in the deserted yard had left.

It's not that she is stingy, it's just that there are too many people helping her. If she cooks meat dishes in front of them, it would be unreasonable not to invite anyone to eat. If she does, this amount of rabbit meat is not enough.

The deserted yard is some distance away from the village. As long as no one comes here on purpose, no one will know what she does here. This is also one of the reasons why she chose this yard, for its own convenience.

There were two rabbits, one braised and one stewed. She and Ziyi had strong tastes, so she wanted the braised one. Her parents were sick, so they could only eat the stewed one. She would send a bowl to Fangfang later.

Just like the fish at noon, it looked like a lot, two big pots, but after eating it all, there was not a single drop left.

But finally they had some meat, and both the brother and sister were very satisfied with the meal.