Suddenly, a few bright feathers flashed in the bushes. Before He Ruixue could react, a low black shadow beside her shot out like a bow and arrow.
After a fluttering sound and a clucking sound, Chenchen was holding a medium-sized pheasant in his mouth, while next to him, Brother Wolf was not willing to be outdone, holding a gray rabbit under his paws.
As the porter in the hunting team, Jiang Yanxu took out the sacks in time and put the pheasants and rabbits in them.
They had quite a harvest this time, with several already inside.
He Ruixue couldn't help but think about the arithmetic problem of chickens and rabbits in the same cage.
Jiang Yanxu held down the two dogs, who were excitedly sticking out their tongues, to stop them from lunging forward. "That's enough, it's almost done."
Apart from making bacon, any more of it cannot be stored.
After putting the sack into the kitchen, he asked the cook to make some dry pot chicken and some braised rabbit meat to ensure that every employee of the funeral home could have a snack.
Afterwards, the two took the dog up the mountain again.
This time they took another path, which led to the vegetable garden that Jiang Yanxu had cultivated on the mountain.
The leaves of the soybeans he had planted earlier turned yellow and dry, and it was finally time to harvest them.
But I don’t know if it’s because weeds took up most of the nutrients during the seedling stage, the bean pods that grew were very shriveled. When I opened them, I found that half of them were empty. The soybeans were flat and small, and no one would even collect them to grind into soy milk.
Jiang Yanxu bent over and used a sickle to carefully cut off the soybeans one by one at the roots, and neatly stacked them on the edge of the field. The soybean stalks can be used as firewood, and they have a good ignition effect, so they are usually not wasted.
He Ruixue had no choice but to squat down and help him shell the beans. The harvest from a few acres of land was just enough to fill half of the basin.
In rural areas, people would be accused of betraying their roots and losing their traditional craftsmanship.
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