Lian Xiaomin was happy and stuffed some dates into everyone's pockets: "Brother Xintian, I don't have one. I will write a martial arts secret book for you in the future."
She said to herself that all those years of training in her previous life were not in vain. Back then, she had trained in all the same things that special forces soldiers practiced, and her training was all top-notch.
But her attitude towards life was to just get by, and she didn't have any dreams of becoming a soldier, so she naturally entered into the industry she later entered.
Especially after she had the space, she felt invisibly that some of the elixirs in the space not only increased her strength, but also optimized her body's agility and speed, but not to a great extent.
Because she is already very good! She still needs to rely on herself to improve herself.
The group of five walked forward without stopping, and only took a break at noon. They did not light a fire, but munched on dry biscuits with water from the kettle.
Deep in the dense forest, with ancient trees towering up into the sky and blocking out the sun, they seemed so small.
When traveling through the jungle, Lian Xiaomin was carrying a pill to repel snakes, insects, rats and ants, which she found in the study drawer in the space. The other four also brought some.
If they were ordinary people, even the four young men who were traveling with them, they would have felt some fear in their hearts and were extremely nervous when they walked into the deep mountains and forests.
After all, compared with nature, human beings are too fragile and small. Only hunters who are alert and clever enough can roam freely among the forest.
But Lian Xiaomin is not an ordinary person. She has a powerful space to protect her. She can also use her spiritual power to observe the surrounding situation at any time. She has a clear mind, so she feels particularly relaxed. She allows herself to feel the tranquility and beauty of the forest.
But if danger arises, she will definitely be the one who gets into the situation the fastest!
They walked like this for the whole day until evening came and the forest became dark. They finally stopped and set up camp under a big tree and cooked some food.
Huzi walked around and sprinkled some snake and insect repellent powder. Doubaoer gathered some firewood and built two simple stoves with a few stones to cook. Wang Xintian sorted out the things he brought and checked his equipment.
Zhang Wenyong took out a fur coat from his backpack and handed it to Lian Xiaomin: "Wear this when you sleep at night."
He then took out two cans of luncheon meat and handed them to Doubao, asking him to cook them into a pot of porridge and eat them with the dry food he brought with him.
Lian Xiaomin stared at the can of luncheon meat and found it looked familiar, a flat iron box without any packaging... Hehe, isn't this one of the supplies she had left for Master Qian?
The canned luncheon meat of this era had printed words on the packaging, but the batch she took out had nothing on it. When she took out the space, she cleaned it a little too cleanly.
She smiled inwardly, but said nothing, pretending not to know. She took the fur coat and put it on. This thing is definitely more useful than a military coat when sleeping at night, keeping out the cold and the heat.
Lian Xiaomin helped Doubao cook. She took out a few steamed buns and corn cakes from her backpack. The temperature was below zero now and they had already frozen solid. She planned to put them one by one in the pot to steam and heat them up.
Hu Zi simply found her a few clean branches, put the buns on them, and roasted them over the fire.
Doubao was responsible for carrying the rations for several people along the way. He was busy taking out some dry biscuits, which were all made of two-grain flour that his mother helped to bake on the kang.
Man is iron and rice is steel. The four young men had been walking for a whole day and were very hungry. After a while, the sorghum rice porridge was ready. Each of them filled a lunch box and ate it with bread.
The luncheon meat was poured directly into the porridge and cooked together. It was quite delicious. It was really exciting to eat around the stove with four people with such big appetites. Even Xiaomin was influenced by the atmosphere and ate half a bowl more.
She then remembered the large amount of dried meat she had brought with her that she had not yet eaten, so she took it out and put five or six pieces in each person's lunch box. Each piece was half the size of her palm, which was quite generous.
I picked up the bean curd and chewed it. It was spicy and delicious! It was pork.
"Xiao Min, did you make this? How come you are so good at it? It's delicious. Is this how they make it in your hometown?" Doubao asked while eating.
Lian Xiaomin replied, "Yes, people in my hometown like spicy food. Adding some seasoning will make it taste better."
In fact, she figured it out on her own when she had nothing to do in the space and saw that she had collected so many boxes of seasonings.
She made a lot of dried meat, both spiced and spicy.
In addition to pork jerky, there is also beef jerky, which is even more delicious, but she didn't dare to take it out. There was very little beef for sale at that time, and oxen for farming could not be killed. Only when a cow accidentally fell to death could it be eaten.
I could only eat the beef jerky by myself.
People in Northeast China don't eat spicy food very often. Several people ate the spicy dried meat and found it more appetizing. They all praised it highly.
Zhang Wenyong said, "I'll get some meat later, and you can help me make some jerky like this. Tell me what seasoning you need, and I'll make it."
Lian Xiaomin didn't even look up while eating: "Well, I have plenty of seasonings. If you need anything, I can just grow some in the yard later."
She discovered that Zhang Wenyong also had the potential to be a foodie.
After dinner, they sat around the fire and chatted for a while.
On such nights, Lian Xiaomin felt particularly comfortable and happy, probably because of the surrounding environment. Being in the forest, he was not concerned with worldly affairs. The night and his heart were quiet, peaceful and harmonious.
She thought that those old gunners who often went into the woods also loved this kind of solitude and sense of isolation from the world.
There is also the spirit of adventure, which is determined by the passion in our bones.
However, she knew that unlike the modern travelers she knew in her previous life, they could carry more advanced outdoor equipment with them and explore the forest.
At this time, in this background and environment, people here are risking their lives to hunt for food. How many people dare to go into the mountains to hunt? How many people died in various accidents! How did my original father, mother, uncle and aunt die?
People from all villages would repeatedly warn their children and grandchildren not to go into the mountains.
Even if it is a collective hunt, when many people go together, there are always people who get injured.
Although Zhang Wenyong and his three companions are highly skilled and courageous, they do not always go so deep into the water. Usually they just hunt prey from the outskirts and come back after two or three days.
However, the deeper you go into the mountains and forests, the more good things you find. In the afternoon, Zhang Wenyong picked a small ginseng on a cliff. It was not big, about 20 or 30 years old, which was not bad. Wang Xintian took a look and said it could be exchanged for at least 100 yuan.
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