The thick shell on the back of the snake-clawed turtle has long lost its former luster, and the growth lines are also very large.
Jiang Che knew that the snake-clamping turtle was about to shed its shell, and it was about to grow up again!
The crack grew bigger and bigger, and soon the first diamond-shaped piece of tortoise shell fell off.
The newly formed tortoise shell underneath was revealed, and Jiang Che walked forward to take a look curiously.
The newly grown tortoise shell is dark green with intricate patterns on it.
However, only one piece of tortoise shell fell, so Jiang Che didn't see the whole picture very well and didn't know what the whole picture looked like.
After breaking free from this piece of turtle shell, the snake-clamping turtle relaxed completely.
He was lying on the ground, gasping for breath, looking like he had kidney deficiency.
It seems that we will have to wait for some time before we can let it take off its shell.
Jiang Che bent down and picked up the diamond-shaped tortoise shell that had fallen from the snake-clamping turtle. It was as big as two palms and quite heavy.
"Big guy, you are no longer the snake-clawing turtle you used to be. It's time to give you a name."
Jiang Che took the tortoise shell, came to the head of the snake-clamping turtle, patted its big head and said.
The snake-clamping turtle nodded enthusiastically, as it had long wanted to have its own name.
Seeing the snake-clamping turtle so excited, Jiang Che smiled.
This big guy usually stays in the space and has a very low sense of presence.
Even he often ignored its existence, seeing that the snake-clamping turtle, which was once the size of a palm, had now grown to the height of his waist.
Jiang Che didn't know what to say.
"Since you look so much like the mythical beast Xuanwu, and your whole body is dark green."
"Let's call you Mo Xuan. How about this name?"
Jiang Che asked, patting Mo Xuan's head.
Mo Xuan nodded vigorously with great satisfaction. It now had its own name.
Like Yuanbao, black beans, kidney beans and red clouds, the owner also recognized it.
Mo Xuan was very happy. Although he was very big in size, he had the same mentality as a child.
After getting his own name, he immediately ran to share his happiness with Yuanbao and the others.
Watching them playing, Jiang Che smiled and continued to play with the pheasants.
Because of this little episode with Mo Xuan, he missed his meal and felt even hungrier.
Jiang Che caught another pheasant and bled it, but he was too lazy to boil water this time.
Just use your mind to cover every feather of the pheasant, and pluck off the pheasant's clothes in a flash.
The scene is too violent, so I won’t describe it because I didn’t use boiling water.
The pores of the pheasant were not fully opened, so the skin of the pheasant was torn and its appearance was greatly reduced.
But it doesn't matter, he is the only one eating it anyway.
Chop the pheasant into pieces and put it into the pressure cooker.
When he was halfway through filling it up, he realized that there was no more room, so Jiang Che had no choice but to light the oven again.
I asked Hei Dou and Kidney Bean to come over and roast the pheasant, and took half of the chicken and let Yuanbao and the others deal with it themselves.
Jiang Che filled half of the pressure cooker with chicken and then ran to dig up a ginseng and threw it in.
He turned the heat to the highest setting, covered the pressure cooker, and went to process the fruit.
After being air-dried for such a long time, the wine jar should be dry.
Jiang Che picked up a large wine jar at random, checked it and found that it was empty.
He picked up the wine jar and knocked it gently with a wooden stick.
The sound is rich and long, without any cracks or anything.
Jiang Che plans to brew raspberry wine as the first batch, after all, raspberries have the most fruit.
If it's not dealt with, it will rot on the tree.
First, put the wine jar on the scale and check the weight so that you can add rock sugar later.
Then Jiang Che moved his mind, and all the fruits growing on the raspberry plants fell off automatically.
Jiang Che then used his mind to remove the stems and leaves from the fruits, transported them to the wine vat, and crushed them all with his mind.
Jiang Che put the wine into the wine jar and stopped only after about half of it was filled.
After checking the weight on the scale, Jiang Che took out some rock sugar, crushed it in a ratio of 15:1 and put it in.
Because the fructose content of fruits grown in this space is generally high, Jiang Che appropriately reduced the proportion of rock sugar.
After finishing all these, Jiang Che sealed the wine jar and put it aside to let it ferment naturally.
Come in and stir it from time to time, change the container, and you will be able to see the result in about half a month.
Jiang Che then did the same thing again and got a total of five large jars of raspberry wine.
The ripe raspberry fruits in the space were basically used up, and then Jiang Che started making peach wine, plums, apples, etc.
He filled all one hundred wine jars, and only a few fruit trees in the space still had fruits hanging on them.
This is what Jiang Che specially kept for himself to eat. If he has time, he will take a batch out for his family to try.
After the fruit wines were processed, the pressure cooker for stewing pheasant began to hiss and emit steam.
Jiang Che quickly went over to turn off the fire and release the excess steam.
As soon as you open the lid, a rich aroma of meat spreads out, mixed with the herbal fragrance of ginseng.
After adding a little salt, Jiang Che stirred it with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup and took a sip.
Fresh, so fresh.
Jiang Che had only eaten real pheasant when he was a child, and the quality of the meat was really amazing.
In other words, pheasants are now protected animals and are not allowed to be eaten, otherwise the pheasants on Qingyun Mountain would probably be eaten to extinction.
As expected, the pheasant was raised drinking spiritual water. It tasted so good even without any seasoning, just a little salt.
Jiang Che moved his mind and picked a bunch of golden camellia flowers from the flower field and threw them into the pressure cooker.
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