Her idea was simple: once she touched it, she could store it in her spatial storage. Whether she caught it or not was a matter of skill; she used her intellect.
The pheasant that was flapping its wings was instantly stored inside her spatial dimension.
Lin Yuxi found a tender branch, broke it off, and peeled off the bark. Now that she had caught a pheasant, she naturally wanted to take it back openly.
She rolled the tree bark into strips, then caught the pheasant in the space, tied its wings and legs together, and to prevent it from pecking people, Lin Yuxi covered its beak with leaves and then wrapped its beak with tree bark.
After doing all this, Lin Yuxi tied the pheasant to the hoe, letting it flap around, and put it into her spatial storage. When she was almost in the village, she took it out of her storage, hoisted the hoe onto her shoulder, and walked into the village.
Aunt Zhou, who lives at the village entrance, goes up the mountain to dig for wild vegetables every few days. After all, eating sweet potatoes every day gets boring. She also has two ounces of fatty pork at home. Today, she plans to make some oil for the family, so she plans to use the oil from frying the fatty pork to stir-fry the wild vegetables. Since it would be a waste to stir-fry just one dish, she might as well stir-fry a few more to avoid wasting any oil.
She had just finished digging up a bundle of wild vegetables when she saw the pheasant hanging on Lin Yuxi's hoe and was startled. "Girl, where did you get this pheasant?"
The eldest daughter-in-law is about to give birth. If there's a chicken in the house, it can lay eggs. If it gives birth to a grandson, we can eat more to nourish the grandson. She asked, looking at the chicken behind Lin Yuxi.
"I caught it on the mountain," Lin Yuxi said politely.
Aunt Zhou's eyes widened instantly, staring at her in disbelief. "You caught it all by yourself?"
Of the two hundred or so households in the village, how could she not know who Lin Yuxi was? She had just arrived and was already causing quite a stir in the village, even managing to shut up Zhang Shufang's wicked mouth. She was secretly pleased; Lin Yuxi was beautiful, but it was a pity that her family background was bad, otherwise she could have been her youngest son's wife.
But with such small arms and legs, and such a small bottom, how could it possibly catch a pheasant?
Aunt Zhou looked at Lin Yuxi with a hint of doubt in her eyes.
"Well, I have to go now." Lin Yuxi continued walking forward carrying the pheasant, its shimmering feathers dazzling in the sunlight.
Aunt Zhou glanced at her, then hurriedly ran home with the wild vegetables in her arms. Why eat wild vegetables? Of course, she'd send her son to catch pheasants on the mountain!
Lin Yuxi caught a pheasant, and many people in the village saw it. After bringing it back, they built a chicken coop around it, afraid that the pheasant would escape. They even tied the chicken's leg inside the coop so that it couldn't fly away.
Zhang Shufang peered through the glass window, frowning. "How come she can catch a pheasant as soon as she goes up the mountain?"
She pressed her face against the glass in resentment, but in her heart she was thinking about when she could go up the mountain for a stroll, maybe she could catch a pheasant.
"Are pheasants that easy to catch? Could it be that Gu Chen secretly caught them for her?" Zhang Shufang wondered to herself, but she hadn't seen Gu Chen wandering around outside the mud-brick house today.
She'd seen pheasants before, but the one Lin Yuxi was wearing was huge and fat, weighing at least ten pounds.
That's a ten-pound chicken! Think of all the meat in that!
At this moment, the pheasant trapped in its coop in the yard was also flying around restlessly.
"We should kill this chicken as soon as possible, and then give half of it to the village chief and the others."
Pheasants are not wild boars. If a wild boar is caught, it must be handed over to the commune. Grandma Lin deftly boiled a pot of water, pierced the pheasant's neck, and then added a large bowl of chicken blood. Just by scalding the pheasant with boiling water, you could smell the aroma of the chicken meat, which was much more fragrant than the chickens she raised at home.
As soon as Wang Dagang returned, he saw Zhang Shufang peeking through the glass, her gaze fixed on the Lin family's house. "Zhang Shufang, it's already five o'clock! What are you doing? Are you going to get full just by looking at them?"
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