Lan Jiao was also assigned a task by Tu Ling. His task was to weave three strands of the thread grass picked by Tu Ling from the sea into a thread.
Tu Ling had felt that this kind of thread grass should be very useful when Lance mentioned it, so before leaving, she went to look for the thread grass that Lance mentioned. Thread grass is a plant with extremely fine leaves. From a distance, it looks like a round plate covered with dark green hair floating in the water.
She picked two, pulled them in her hands, and found that they were really tough, but too thin. If she used more force, they would break. Braiding three of them into one would be just the right size to use as a thread.
Tu Ling brought a wooden barrel, put the minced meat paste made by Yinhen Shiyi into the barrel, added an appropriate amount of salt crystals, and mixed it carefully to ensure that there would be no salt lumps in it, so that the sausage would taste good.
"Look carefully, put these small intestines on this tube, and then put the meat through the tube. Press the meat tightly."
As Tu Ling spoke, he tied the lower part of the small intestine with string, inserted one end into the gun barrel, and pulled the rest of the small intestine onto the gun barrel. He grabbed a handful of meat and stuffed it into the gun barrel, then picked up a wooden stick and poked it down. As the meat sauce entered, the small intestine piled on the gun barrel slowly retreated from it and turned into a smooth sausage.
"Let's try it."
Tu Ling gave up his position and Zi Ye took over the gun barrel in his hand.
Zi Ye followed Tu Ling's instructions and continued stuffing meat into the gun barrel. He then used a wooden stick to poke into the small intestine. After poking a little, he asked Tu Ling, "Is this correct?"
"Yes, that's it. Then, Ye Li, tie it up every few sections with this string grass."
Tie it into sections like this, and you can cut as much as you want when you eat it later.
"Why is my job so easy?" Compared with the work of Yinhen and the others, his job was simply a waste of time, so Tu Ling was really not prepared to let him join the camp, hum!
"There's nothing else to do. If you feel comfortable doing that, just continue dealing with the remaining beasts."
"That's pretty good." Ye Li was satisfied after hearing that he had lived longer.
Tu Ling doesn't understand but respects people like Ye Li.
Although the orcs were not particularly intelligent, they were quite efficient at work and managed to make about a hundred sausages in just one afternoon.
By the evening, the few of them could no longer work. Their stomachs were rumbling and they were so hungry. They had not eaten anything today or yesterday.
Tu Ling has been improving his supernatural powers in the cave and has long forgotten about eating.
Bai Qi placed the last piece of meat on the chopping board and shook his sore arm: "Shiyi, you guys should take a break. You've been chopping all afternoon."
They had already used up all their energy killing the beasts. If they hadn't rested in bed for a while, they probably wouldn't have had the strength to work that afternoon.
Shiyi and Yinhen were a little hesitant. After all, Tu Ling had not come down to tell them that they could stop. What if the female master wanted to use these sausages tomorrow? Wouldn't they have wasted their time?
"Forget it, let's continue. The Mistress must be right not to let us stop."
Lan Jiao was weaving the grass in his hands out of boredom. When he heard that Yin Hen and the others were going to continue chopping, he felt so tired just by watching.
"Just rest if you're tired. Your wife definitely won't want you to be so tired." Lan Jiao and Tu Ling have lived in the apocalypse for more than ten years, so they know Tu Ling quite well.
Ye Li wiped the sweat from his forehead when he heard Lan Jiao call Tu Ling, "What do you mean by that? Is that how they call it in the sea?"
Lan Jiao felt a little proud. In this world, only Tu Ling and he knew the meaning of wife: "It's not a name used in the sea, it's just what I want to call her." It means that she is my only one. Although I am not her only one, it is enough.
Yinhen almost couldn't lift his hands: "But the female master hasn't told us to stop yet."
"You're too rigid." Lan Jiao was getting anxious seeing them like this. Tu Ling hadn't appeared yet, so he probably spent his time in the cave improving his abilities and lost track of time. He called out to Fu Xiang, "Son, go find your mother. Call her from a distance and don't touch her."
It would be bad if I was accidentally hurt by Tu Ling's supernatural power.
Fuxiang had wanted to go for a long time, but he was still a cub and had no say at all. Now that he finally had the order from an adult orc, he immediately ran to find Tu Ling.
"Mother!"
Tu Ling, who was holding the crystal stone, suddenly heard Fu Xiang's voice and quickly gathered the heat from his body.
Tu Ling slowly opened her eyes and stretched her waist: "Fu Xiang? What's wrong?"
"Mother, Yinhen and his father have been chopping meat all afternoon, and their hands seem to be broken."
Tu Ling finally remembered what he had done and slapped his head: "Oh my god!"
I quickly ran down to check on them, and sure enough, they were still working.
"Yinhen! Stop working and take a rest first." Tu Ling felt guilty about doing something wrong, so her tone was much gentler than usual. She also kindly pulled Yinhen and Shiyi to sit down, and checked their palms, and found that they were bleeding from being rubbed.
"I'm sorry, I forgot about you guys." Tu Ling felt a little guilty. They shouldn't have to work so hard. It was her fault for not thinking things through. Once she improved her supernatural powers, she forgot everything.
The others were naturally flattered by Tu Ling's apology. How could a female apologize to a male? "Madam, it's not your fault that we didn't know how to adapt."
Looking at Yinhen's serious expression and the approval of others, Tu Ling once again observed a second of silence for the males of this world.
As a socialist mermaid, Lan Jiao finally realized how humble the status of male orcs on land was. Although there was also a female-dominated society in the sea, it was not to this extent. She had completely lost her own thoughts. No wonder Tu Ling said that they could not live without her. It was really too abstract.
"Okay, I've made the bed, you all go to bed and rest, I'll cook tonight."
Yin Hen wanted to say that he would do it, but Tu Ling half-pulled and half-dragged him onto the bed.
At first, they were lying in bed, feeling a little uneasy, but after a while, they were all too tired and fell into a deep sleep.
Tu Ling set up the pot, caught a bison, cut off the tenderest part of it, made a few fried steaks, and cut some fatty pork to marinate in the pot to extract the oil. He removed the lard and poured in the chopped beef cubes. The beef cubes were very small and tender, so they didn't need to be fried for too long, otherwise they would become tough. Before serving, he sprinkled some salt on them.
A dish of stir-fried diced beef is ready. It would be better if it had chili or garlic.
This was not enough to eat, so Tu Ling cut off the entire beef leg, added it to the other dishes and roasted it on the fire. While roasting, Tu Ling would brush layer upon layer of lard on it. Although he didn't know if this was the way it was done, Tu Ling felt that it would definitely taste good this way.
Finally, cook a pot of pork tripe soup and the meal is ready.
The table we made before was broken, so we could only eat on the floor as before.
Tu Ling placed the food on the ground, went down the mountain to pick up Lan Jiao, and then called a few people to eat.
They were so moved when they saw the sumptuous dinner and Tu Ling actually woke them up personally.
(End of this chapter)
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