The Reborn Wife is Farming

Before the sun set, Mu Yangling began to look for a suitable place for camping. In winter, it was windy, so she didn't dare to live in an open space, so she stopped in a small forest by the roadside, counted the number of sheep, and then Tie them all to a tree.

Xiuhong and Bowen carried the dry pasture from the back of the carriage to feed the sheep. Mu Yangling took out the bow and arrow from the carriage, and waved to the two of them: "After feeding them, go and pick up some dry firewood. There are also those dead leaves, pick up more, and have to warm up at night."

Although the sun hadn't set yet, the air-conditioning kept blowing into their bodies. Even though they were wearing thick clothes, they still felt a little cold.

Mu Yangling didn't go far, just looked around to see if he could catch prey. Although they also brought food, how could there be any fresh and delicious food?

As long as there are conditions, Mu Yangling will not treat her stomach badly. After a while, she found a pheasant hiding in the bushes. When the pheasant saw her, it screamed and flapped its wings to fly up. Mu Yangling didn't have time to chase it, so he shot an arrow at it. The arrow pierced the pheasant's neck and fell to the ground. Mu Yangling trotted forward and carried the pheasant back.

She took out a wooden bucket from the car, and the water in the wooden bucket was frozen to ice, yes, it was ice, it was Mu Yangling who boiled a pot of boiling water and poured it into the wooden bucket the night before he left. Then put it in the yard, and the water in the barrel will freeze when you get up the next day. Although there is only a layer of two or three millimeters thick on the surface, it is not afraid of water spilling out when placed in the carriage.

Mu Yangling carefully knocked open an opening, poured the water from the bottom into the pot, cut open the pheasant, and cleaned the internal organs inside. She didn't shed the hair, but dug some loose yellow mud nearby, and wiped it with water. The mud was soaked, crushed, and temporarily placed there to allow the soil to fully absorb the water. She went to the carriage and took out some dry goods to soak.

When Bowen and Xiuhong came back with dry firewood, Mu Yangling had already stuffed the dry goods into the pheasant's belly.

It was the first time for the two of them to see someone tidy up the pheasants, and they squatted aside curiously.

Mu Yangling said: "This is the famous beggar's chicken. I heard that it tastes better wrapped in lotus leaves. Unfortunately, we don't have the conditions now, so we can only use yellow mud."

Xiuhong looked at the lump of yellow mud on the ground, tried her best to make up her mind, and asked, "Can you still eat it wrapped in this?"

"I haven't tried it, but it shouldn't be a problem. If it doesn't work, don't we still have dry food in the car?"

Regarding the elder sister's answer, the two expressed their depression, "Then it's better to bake it."

"It's always easy to get angry when eating barbecue in winter." Mu Yangling coated all the pheasants with a thick layer of yellow mud, then dug a shallow hole in the place where the mud was taken just now, and put the pheasants It was buried.

Mu Yangling went to break the dry firewood and lit the fire with dead leaves.

"Sister, can a pheasant be cooked if buried in the ground?"

"Theoretically, I will be familiar with it." Mu Yangling remembered that he once read a text when he was in elementary school. In the Chinese textbook, foreign literature was translated into Chinese. This is how a father took his son into the mountains to survive. It is similar to the beggar chicken in ancient China, or it is the beggar chicken in China.

Anyway, Mu Yangling felt that there was no problem.

"Didn't you try it when you and dad went to the mountain before?"

"Daddy prefers roast chicken and roast rabbit."

Bowen despised her, "It's because you dare not challenge father's authority, right? Sister, you are afraid of hard things, and even used our dinner as an experiment."

Mu Yangling heated up the fire, clapped his hands and said, "Resist if you have the ability."

Bowen gritted his teeth, Xiuhong pursed her lips and smiled.

Mu Yangling went to see her flock, walked around and came back, cleared out the flat area in the middle surrounded by them, and swept away the dead leaves.

She wanted to burn a fire here at night to keep them warm, so when tying the rope before, she tied them in a circle, leaving an open space in the middle.

Mu Yangling breathed a sigh of relief. The damn weather was at least ten degrees below zero, but there wasn't even a single snow falling, and it was dry and cold. Fortunately, the wind wasn't too strong in the forest, otherwise the night would be even more difficult.

Mu Yangling looked at his younger siblings and said, "We have to find more dry firewood. We can save everything at night, and the fire must not be extinguished."

Now half of the sun's face is exposed outside, so it's not far from the dark. Fortunately, this forest is far away from the place where people live, so no one has come here to collect dry firewood, only a large pile can be found nearby. .

Xiuhong and Bowen like to look for the kind of dry wood that is as thick as a small arm, but Mu Yangling prefers the kind that is as thick as a thigh. It can last for a long time, and the temperature of the remaining carbon is also very high, so Mu Yang The spirit only looked for dead and dry trunks or branches in the woods, and if there were any, she uprooted them.

Mu Yangling took the fire as the center of a circle and walked around, and finally pulled out two dead trees as thick as calves and came back. One tree had signs of being cut. It is estimated that someone wanted to cut it for firewood, but I don’t know why it was only cut. He gave up halfway through, and Mu Yangling simply broke the dead tree through the hole and carried it back.

Xiuhong said excitedly, "I'm not afraid to go out with my cousin."

Bowen nodded at the side, seeing his sister come back with a tree in one hand, he was indeed not afraid.

Mu Yangling rolled his eyes and cut each dead tree into three sections, putting three sections on his side and three sections on the sheep's side.

Bowen and the others each dragged back a bundle of firewood. Mu Yangling felt that it was almost done, so she lit a fire for the sheep, but it was a little smaller. She felt that she had to wait until it was completely dark to build a bigger fire.

By the time they were almost done with their work, wisps of fragrance were already coming out of the fire.

It was completely dark.

Xiuhong put the three relatively large pieces of firewood in a triangle shape into the fire, and then put the pot on top, and waited until the water in the pot boiled and the pheasants buried in the ground were cooked.

Mu Yangling moved the fire to one side, then dug up the pheasant and threw it beside the fire, quickly filled the soil back, and put the tent on the ground. The tent that Mu Yangling brought this time was given by Shu Wanniang. They sewed and used thick felt cloth, surrounded on three sides, and the empty side faced the fire. Mu Yangling erected the tent with a stick, and felt that the temperature on the ground had dropped a little, so he picked her out just now. Some of the dead leaves were spread on the ground.

They were small, and the fire was quite big just now, so it was just right for the three of them to sleep after it was covered with dead leaves.

Xiuhong reached out to touch the dead leaves, her hands were warm, and she knew that the heating from the ground would continue to surge upwards, her eyes sparkled and she said: "Cousin, it's not cold at all."

"Don't be too complacent, the temperature on the ground will dissipate in half an hour at most, bring me those little twigs and dead leaves, we have to spread a thick layer, and then put two beds on it A quilt will keep you from getting cold at night."

"Two beds?"

"Yes, it's two beds."

The first bed was brought out by them when they escaped from Linshan Village. Because the family replaced it with a new one, this bed was left unused. This time Mu Yangling brought it as a cushion at the lowest end of the carriage. On the leaf, and then a new quilt, after it is laid out, there are two beds covered, with felt to keep out the wind, and with these measures to keep warm, it should not be a problem even if you sleep in the wild.