Chapter 24 Covering one's ears and stealing
the bell Jian Mo heard what Ban Ming said and sighed helplessly: "You don't even know what a popsicle is, so what are you talking about eating?"
Ban Ming said righteously: "I don't know, but the things you make are not bad. Tell me, what is a popsicle? A frozen stick?" "
No." Jian Mo thought about it, but couldn't think of how to explain it, so he simply said, "You will know when I make it now, but you can't eat it now. You have to wait until the evening."
Ban Ming didn't mind at all: "As long as the food is delicious, we can wait."
A group of children and fur balls at his feet helped: "We can wait!"
They said they wanted to help, and Jian Mo didn't hesitate to direct them to break some non-toxic wooden sticks, peel off the bark and wash them dry.
He went back to the house, boiled the tuk-tuk milk that he had saved for the past two days, and then boiled the wood tinkle roots. He then cut the boiled wood tinkle roots into small pieces, added tuk-tuk milk and jam, and mashed them into a paste.
Jian Mo found all the wooden barrels for drinking water at home, washed them, coated the barrels with a layer of animal oil, filled them with fruit paste, and then inserted a wooden stick.
Jian Mo looked at the wooden barrels at hand: "There are not enough wooden barrels. Does anyone have extra ones? Lend me some."
He Feng immediately raised his hand: "Brother Jian Mo, I have a lot at home. I'll go get them now."
A group of children followed him and ran to get wooden barrels.
Jian Mo counted the number of children and made a few more barrels.
He filled the remaining fruit paste into small bowls and made eight bowls in one go.
He took the prepared fruit puree to the snow and placed it there, covered it with dry leaves, and said to the children: "It should be ready to eat in the evening. You watch it and don't let anyone come over and mess it up."
The children and the little guys who couldn't transform yet straightened their chests and took on the job seriously: "Okay!"
Jian Mo went home to do things, and the children watched outside.
In fact, there was no need to watch it much, because no one in the tribe would mess up.
However, if you assign some work to the children, they won't chatter in your ears.
The children supervised each other and kept watching the popsicles in the wooden tube.
Jian Mo said that it had to be frozen solid, as hard as ice cubes before it could be eaten.
They kept pressing with wooden sticks to check the freezing condition of the fruit puree.
By the afternoon, every portion of fruit puree had finally frozen hard. The children couldn't wait to run over to Jian Mo: "Brother Jian Mo - the popsicles are frozen! Can we eat them?!"
Jian Mo put down the clothes he was sewing: "I'll go and take a look."
The children gathered around Jian Mo: "We just saw it, it's really frozen."
Jian Mo smiled: "Okay. Banju, go and call your brother to come and eat popsicles together."
The kitten: "Meow! I'll go right away!"
The kitten ran away on all fours, and Jian Mo took the children to see the popsicles.
The popsicles were indeed almost frozen, and a few of them were not frozen too solid, but they were still edible.
Jian Mo took the popsicles home, took them out of the wooden tube one by one by pinching the stick, and distributed them to the children one by one: "This is a popsicle, the stick cannot be eaten."
As for the little guys who could not transform yet, Jian Mo put them on a plate and let them lick it.
The little guys are very hardy and usually eat a lot of cold food. This little bit of ice should not have any effect on them.
The children nodded with bright eyes and couldn't wait to taste it.
Soon, they were captured by the sour and sweet popsicles with a solid texture and full of milky flavor.
Popsicles are not only delicious, but also fun. They make a crunchy sound when bitten, which is completely different from other foods.
The children ate the popsicles and looked at Jian Mo with admiration: "Brother Jian Mo, this popsicle is so delicious."
Jian Mo smiled: "Really?"
The children held up the popsicles and licked them, and did not leave.
Wherever Jian Mo went, they followed.
Ban Ming came quickly, saw the popsicle, and said: "No wonder it's called a popsicle, you need a stick to hold it up and eat it, right?"
Jian Mo: "Almost, it looks like a stick. Eat it quickly, it will melt soon."
Ban Ming: "Eat, eat, eat, let me try it. Hey, it tastes really good. Why is there an extra large popsicle here? Is it specially reserved for the tribe leader?"
Jian Mo denied: "This wooden barrel is extra large, get out of the way, I'm going to feed it to the flying beast."
Jian Mo peeled off the membrane of the popsicle that was frozen in a bowl, took it out and fed it to the flying beast.
The other kids followed him.
Even though they had just had a quarrel, now that there was food, the kids and the winged beast could live in peace again.
Or rather, both sides were busy eating and no one had time to care about the other.
Jian Mo poured the popsicles into the winged beast's food bowl.
The popsicles for the winged beast did not have sticks, so it was convenient for it to bite or lick them.
The winged beast saw Jian Mo distributing food to it, and its nose expanded and expanded, distinguishing the smell in the air.
It soon discovered that the food it got was the same as the children's, and everyone was treated fairly, so it flapped its wings: "Chirp, chirp!" Jian
Mo saw that it was excited, and was afraid that it would wolf it down again, so he patted its legs: "Eat slowly, there will be no more when you finish it."
The winged beast: "Chirp!"
The winged beast sat on the ground, holding the food bowl with its two front paws, and slowly licking the popsicle.
Jian Mo took this opportunity to clean its nest and replace it with new hay.
It snowed again in the past two days, and the hay in its nest was a little damp. It would be more comfortable if it was replaced with new hay.
The children followed Jian Mo around and talked: "Brother Jian Mo, will you make popsicles tomorrow?"
Jian Mo: "There are not so many ingredients, so I can't make it often."
The children immediately said: "We can go home and get the ingredients."
Jian Mo turned around and smiled: "You don't have much wood roots at home."
We are all from the same tribe, so we know what everyone has at home.
In winter, the frequency of people going out to hunt or gather is greatly reduced, and it is true that no one has too many delicious ingredients at home -
delicious ingredients are often eaten first. Can't keep them now.
When the children heard him say this, their expressions became frustrated while eating delicious popsicles.
Such delicious things, it's a pity that they will be gone after eating.
At this moment, no one noticed that the eyes of the winged beast above their heads flashed.
After Jian Mo finished taking care of the winged beast's nest, he took the children back.
He checked Taiyan's wound.
The little beastman's recovery ability is very strong. Except for the hair shaved around the wound that cannot grow back for the time being, the wound has almost healed.
Jian Mo cleaned his wound, removed as much pus as possible, applied new herbs, and told the children: "If you feel uncomfortable, come to me immediately. If you delay for too long, the problem may become serious."
The children said in unison: "I know--"
As it was getting dark, Jian Mo asked the children to go back.
Wu Jiong also came back at this time.
Jian Mo gave him the biggest popsicle, which attracted envious glances from the children.
Wu Jiong calmly put the popsicle into his mouth, took a bite and started eating.
The children stared at it for a long time, and when they were sure that the popsicle would not be taken out and shared again, they went back.
Taiyan's injury was almost healed, and Jian Mo judged that there was no problem for him to go back, so he planned to let him go when his two fathers came to see him tomorrow.
Unexpectedly, the next day, just after dawn, Dejiang came running over to report: "The winged beast flew away!"
Jian Mo had just been woken up, and he was still asleep. Hearing this, he was at a loss for words: "What do you mean by flew away?"
Dejiang: "It just flew away. Just now when we were patrolling, we saw the winged beast flapping its wings and flying through the sky. We thought you guys had gone out early in the morning, but then we saw that there was no one on the back of the winged beast, and we realized that it ran away by itself."
Jian Mo had never thought that the winged beast would run away. He was stunned for a moment before saying, "I'll go and have a look."
They rushed to the back of the house, and the winged beast was indeed no longer there. Only the long rope with fresh bite marks remained.
Jian Mo looked at Wu Jiong, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings, not knowing what to say.
The tribe originally tied several ropes to the winged beast, and the ropes were shortened so that the winged beast could not bite the ropes at all, and naturally could not run away.
Later, Jian Mo felt that the winged beast was not comfortable like this, so he took off the other ropes and only left a long rope tied to its hind legs.
Now that the winged beast has run away, it is his fault.
Wu Jiong looked at Jian Mo and comforted him, "You were the one who rescued the winged beast. It doesn't matter if it gets lost in your hands. It just so happens that there is a shortage of food in winter, so if it runs away, the pressure on us to feed it will not be so great."
Dejiang heard this and looked up at Wu Jiong without saying anything.
Jian Mo was touched and frustrated when he heard his obviously biased words: "We still have to look for it. I wonder why it ran away?"
Maybe the winged beast still likes freedom more? If it were him, he might run away too.
Thinking of this, Jian Mo became even more frustrated.
After hurriedly finishing breakfast and entrusting Taiyan to Qingkuang's care, Wu Jiong turned into a giant wolf and went out to look for the winged beast with Jian Mo on his back.
Other people in the tribe who had nothing to do also came out to help look for it.
The winged beast flew away directly without leaving much smell.
Even though the giant wolf had a keen sense of smell and sufficient hunting experience, they still could not find any trace of the winged beast.
They wandered around outside for a day and found nothing. As the sky gradually darkened, they had to go back into the tribe.
Jian Mo lay weakly on the giant wolf: "What's the matter? I thought Jiujiu liked the food I cooked so much that she wouldn't run away."
The giant wolf turned around and rubbed him to comfort him.
Jian Mo received it, hugged the giant wolf's huge mouth and rubbed it back.
Even though Jian Mo knew that Wu Jiong in beast form was still Wu Jiong, he would involuntarily change his behavior every time he faced him in beast form.
The giant wolf was too much like a big dog.
The sky gradually darkened, and they slowly walked outside the tribe.
Before they had time to go back, Ban Ming came to greet them in beast form, meowing: "Brother Jian Mo, chief, there's no need to look for it, the winged beast is back! The winged beast just flew back, meow!!!"
Jian Mo sat up straight: "Really?!"
Ban Ming: "Really, it was holding a bunch of wood roots in its mouth! You didn't see the way it held its head high and chest puffed out, it looked so proud! Everyone says that it was imitating the way we go out to collect, go out to collect, haha!"
Jian Mo found it unbelievable: "Why would it suddenly go out to collect--"
Jian Mo suddenly stopped talking halfway.
Ban Ming swung his tail: "You also remembered, right? Yesterday we said that there were not many wood roots and we couldn't make popsicles often. The flying beast must have understood and went out to collect them today."
Jian Mo: "It's actually so smart?"
The IQ of the flying beast has always been quite high. If I had to describe it, Jian Mo felt that it should have the IQ of a Border Collie, maybe a little dumber than a Border Collie, but not too much.
Because it knew that there were not enough wood roots, it went out to collect wood roots. The process from making a decision to implementing it was too complicated. Jian Mo could hardly imagine that it had such action.
Ban Ming expressed his understanding: "How normal, I like to eat so much. Every time you mention it, its ears are erected, because I want to eat popsicles, and I will go to the wooden root or something. My brother will also
wake up immediately:" Are they not running? "
Come, but by my dad, I saw it through the idea and slammed his buttocks. Now I cried at home. " Jian Mo sighed and turned to look at Wu Jiong
:" You remind everyone, pay attention to your own cubs, otherwise I will imitate the crime soon. " Roots do not let others take it away.
As soon as it saw Jian Mo, it immediately raised its head and chest, sat upright, and held the wooden root in its mouth and called vaguely: "Chirp, chirp!"
Jian Mo had mixed feelings: "Thank you for your hard work."
The flying winged beast held the wooden root in its mouth and put it in front of Jian Mo: "Chirp!"
Jian Mo looked at the flying winged beast's big head that came over to take credit, and reached out to pat it gently: "I know, Chirp is really great."
The flying winged beast was very pleased with Jian Mo's praise, and flapped its wings, raising a gust of wind: "Chirp!"
Jian Mo smiled.
The flying winged beast realized belatedly that Jian Mo didn't seem to be very happy, and turned his round head to look around, and the people around him didn't seem to want to praise him.
This guy who was good at observing people's words and expressions looked to the side and soon saw the rope on the ground.
It immediately felt guilty, moved to the side, sat down on the broken part, and covered the rope with its huge body: "Hmm."
Jian Mo's mood became even more complicated.
You guys are so smart, you should know that covering your ears and stealing the bell is useless, right?
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