This time it was lucky and found a deer.

It was not difficult for it to bite the deer to death, it just took a little time, but it was impossible to drag it back.

But it doesn’t matter, there’s still Feng Xun.

Songzi took Fengxun to do hard labor.

Feng Xun's eyes widened when he saw such a big stag.

Wow, now I can have a good meal!

She dragged the deer back, and Song Qingci was also shocked.

The tiny pine nut contains huge energy.

But how to explain it to others?

She said that she caught the hares and pheasants by setting traps herself. This was not uncommon. Others would just praise her for her good luck and her trap-making skills.

But what about such a huge stag?

"Just say it broke its leg," Feng Xun suggested. "Let them ask the deer how it broke. We don't know."

Song Qingci was amused by her and sharpened his knife: "Okay, then it's settled."

She is good with a knife.

Whether it is treating people or cooking.

All of her mother's superb medical skills were passed on to her.

Song Qingci cleaned the deer and separated the blood, meat, bones, and internal organs one by one.

She only left a piece of meat weighing about two pounds for herself, and asked Feng Xun to send the rest to Master Fu San and let him distribute it to everyone.

She didn't want to go through the trouble of serving food and drink to so many people. She just wanted to quietly roast a piece of venison to satisfy her craving.

Feng Xun felt that he understood the ways of the world.

For example, when she was in the village, she knew that she had to express her gratitude to the village head during festivals.

Now that they live in the mountains, they have to have a good relationship with Mr. Fu San, right?

"... Think about it, if we just give it away like this, how will Mr. Fu San feel comfortable taking more? Why not take the initiative to say which ones are for filial piety to him?"

Song Qingci said, "Is it necessary?"

Why did she feel that Mr. Fu San didn't want this piece of venison?

Feng Xun felt that his daughter was raised too well and was too upright to understand these things.

Fortunately, she understands.

"It is not only necessary, but also necessary to show our respect for him."

"Oh." Song Qingci nodded, "You can arrange it."

It's not a big deal.

She was only thinking about her roast venison.

Feng Xun and Mrs. Zhang borrowed a small cart, pushed several basins filled with meat, bones and water onto it, and went to look for Master Fu San.