Every year, a considerable number of people across the country die from accidentally ingesting poisonous mushrooms, including some highly toxic varieties. Their toxicity is no less than that of snake venom and other plant toxins, and their mortality rate is extremely high.

Among them, fungi of the Amanita genus are the most poisonous, accounting for more than 90% of the deaths caused by them each year.

Among Amanita mushrooms, the most poisonous is Amanita phalloides, whose main toxin is amatoxins.

The chemical molecular structure of this component is very stable, and even high-temperature heating cannot destroy its toxicity.

Symptoms of poisoning may include vomiting, diarrhea, abdominal pain, and liver and kidney damage, and in severe cases, it can lead to multiple organ failure.

There is still no effective treatment for this toxin. Going to the hospital can only prolong life by exchanging blood plasma for a few days. If liver function fails completely, then one can only prepare for the end.

Of course, this is just my guess. After all, humans will go through a long period of trial and error to summarize valuable experience to distinguish the edibility of food.

I just strolled around the bamboo forest and got about five or six pounds of bamboo fungus of excellent quality. If I packaged and sold these, I feel it wouldn't be a problem to easily fetch several thousand yuan.

However, I knew that the surprises in this bamboo forest were far more than just this, and soon my good luck came.

I was just getting sleepy when someone brought me a pillow.

As I wandered through the bamboo forest, a loud and melodious sound came from about fifteen meters away.

The sound of its cries.

The sound didn't belong to a pheasant or a grouse. It belonged to another bird, even more delicious than either: a bamboo partridge.

The bamboo partridge is a small bird with brightly colored feathers.

Generally speaking, male bamboo partridges have more vibrant plumage, with a variety of colors including red, brown, and gray, and they have a distinctive red comb and white eyebrow stripes on their heads.

The female bamboo partridge has relatively dull plumage, mostly brown or brownish-gray. Its tail is short and wedge-shaped.

They mainly inhabit bamboo forests, shrublands, and grasslands in mountainous, hilly, and plain areas. They feed on plant seeds, tender leaves, fruits, and insects.

They are good at running and hiding, but their flying ability is relatively weak. They usually only fly short distances when they are startled.

It is currently their mating season, and the male bamboo partridges, in order to win the favor of the females, are like a high-powered loudspeaker, their calls audible for kilometers around.

In the past, my second uncle would raise a female bamboo partridge as a decoy bird, using her calls to attract male bamboo partridges so that they could be captured using pre-set bird nets or enclosures.

I don't have time to make so many traps right now. I guess by the time I've set everything up, these bamboo partridges will probably be going home to sleep.

I had an even better and more direct way, so I quietly took the blowgun off my back.

However, bamboo partridges are timid by nature and will quickly hide at the slightest disturbance. If I want to hunt one during the day, I must first hide myself to avoid being seen by it.

The distance from here to the bamboo partridge is estimated to be less than fifteen meters. Not far in front of me, there is a rocky outcrop about the height of a person extending out, forming a natural wall.

It can serve as cover for me, which brings me a few meters closer to the bamboo partridge.

We are now about the height of a bamboo pole apart, and I am right below it, which is its blind spot. This is what they mean by "the darkest place is under the lamp".

At this distance, I'm 90% confident I can use a blowgun to bring that silly dog, who's still crying so loudly, down from the ground.

I quietly raised the blowgun loaded with arrows, aimed it at the singer who was still singing with all his might, puffed out my cheeks, and blew hard.

"Whoosh!"

A blowgun whistled softly and hurtled through the air at breakneck speed. The next second, the singer's voice abruptly stopped. "That was beautiful singing; remember not to sing like that in your next life."

I picked up the bamboo partridge from the ground; an arrow had pierced its entire chest, and it was dead beyond any doubt.

Just as I was feeling happy and preparing to leave to take my chicks to stew with mushrooms, a brightly colored male bamboo partridge flew back to the bamboo branch, less than a meter away from the one I had just landed on.

Holy crap! What incredible luck! Is it buy one get one free again?

I think the male bamboo partridge's calls probably didn't attract the female bamboo partridge, but instead attracted its rival.

Well, since you're already here, why don't you two come with me and experience the local life? My cooking skills are pretty good.

So I used a blowgun to take away this rival again. I was just thinking that Top and I weren't enough to share, but now I don't have to share at all.

Just as I was satisfied and ready to leave again, this time it wasn't a bamboo partridge, but a ring-necked dove with white spots on its neck that flew over.

It once again followed the example of the two bamboo partridges and landed on the bamboo branch, and its position was still directly above me.

I'm speechless. You're just a spotted dove. What business is it of yours if a bamboo partridge crows a couple of times? And you can't even move your position a little.

I've already caught two without even lifting my tail during this hunt, and now a third one is coming. It's really not challenging or fun at all.

I've disliked this kind of troublemaker since I was a child, but I've decided to take him down anyway, even if I don't like him.

Since you're here, you're a guest, and there's no reason to treat guests differently. I was just about to have my meal, so come down and eat with me.

Another blowgun was fired, and before the ring-necked dove could even flap its wings, it fell to the ground just like the bamboo partridge before it.

After all, my blowgun is still too lethal to them at this distance. As long as the arrow hits, it will basically not stay in their body, and the penetrating wound can often kill them instantly.

They gave their bodies to me, and this is how I give them a proper send-off, a sign of reverence for life.

I waited under the bamboo for a while longer, and only after confirming that no silly birds would fly over did I shake my head and leave with my three prey.

Others wait for a rabbit to run into a tree stump and only catch one, but today I waited for a bird to run into a tree stump and three came in a row. It seems like my good luck is about to begin?

As I walked through the bamboo forest with these fresh ingredients, I heard the soft sound of flowing water not far away.

Upon closer inspection, I saw a small stream of clear spring water flowing down from the mountain. I scooped up a handful and drank it; it tasted sweet and delicious.

Bamboo fungus can't be kept for too long, so while there's still water, I've decided to process the bamboo chicken and bamboo fungus on the spot.

First, there were those three birds that were neither too big nor too small. After boiling a pot of water, I easily plucked their feathers off.

After cleaning, all the internal organs except for the heart and liver were fed to Pat.

This kid just ate that bloated hissing viper and is now ignoring my feeding. Sure enough, you can't feed this guy too much!