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Chapter 159 157. Going down the mountain (additional update 1/5)

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    At around seven o'clock, Nelson and Ivoson got up, and they worked together to dismantle their tents. In Qin Shiou's tent, Mao Weilong was still sleeping soundly.

    Qin Shiou opened the tent without saying hello. Xiong Da consciously got in and stuck out his tongue to lick his face. Outside, Qin Shiou said loudly: "The handsome guy has woken up early, but the ugly guy is still sleeping."

    Mao Weilong shivered and got up. This time he did not dare to push Xiong Da away. The bravery and strength Xiong Da showed when facing the wolves last night made him frightened. Only then did he realize that this was a half-human tall animal.  The brown bear is already capable of biting people.

    "Call your son away, damn, does this guy brush his teeth? Does he eat shit?" Mao Weilong didn't dare to move his hands, but he fought back very sharply with his mouth.

    Qin Shiou chuckled and whistled, and Xiong Da rushed towards him.

    This guy was too heavy and knocked Qin Shiou back three or four steps in a row.

    Nelson raised the bonfire. There was still some leftover broth from last night. It had been well sealed and not spoiled at night. Just heat it up.

    Qin Shiou chopped the remaining more than one hundred kilograms of pork into bones, then separated the venison, spread salt on it, lit a fire under a tree, used pine and cypress wood as fuel, and hung the meat on it to slowly smoke.

    In this way, the meat can be stored for a longer time. At least it can be taken down the mountain and put in the freezer.

    Ivoson also learned how to barbecue. He skewered four or five pieces of venison weighing more than two kilograms. Nelson tied a rack for him. He smiled and turned the venison, applying oil and salt at the same time.

    A simple-minded person must be patient and perseverant in doing things. Ivoson was particularly attentive when grilling the meat. He slowly turned the venison and grilled almost every part. He also brushed the olive oil evenly, which made the grilled meat obviously better.  eat.

    After eating meat all day, Qin Shiou was a little tired. He wandered by the river in the morning and found some bracken, celery, wild kale, and wild vegetables, which he planned to fry and eat.

    Mao Weilong knelt down and took a look, curled his lips and said, "Forget it, you can eat these wild vegetables by yourself. I'll go eat meat with Nelson."

    Nelson smiled and asked: "Boss, do you want me to make you some gravy to mix with?"

    Qin Shiou picked the vegetables and smiled without saying anything. He walked to the river and asked the tiger and leopard to look for ducks along the river.

    There are several kinds of wild ducks on Kanbar Mountain, such as mallards, blue-winged ducks, red ducks, etc. What he is looking for are the eggs laid by these ducks in the water plants.

    The little Labradors lived up to their expectations and ran upstream one by one along the river. Soon the tigers started barking. Qin Shiou went over to take a look and saw four or five mallard ducks in a place with abundant water and grass.  He was screaming and running around being chased by tigers.

    The ducks had nothing to eat, too much fat and too much meat. Qin Shiou whistled to call back the tigers. He fumbled around where the mallards lived for a while and found two nests of duck eggs. There were seven in total, each of which was better than home.  Duck eggs are smaller, light green in color, and have hard shells.

    When Qin Shiou was a child, he ate wild duck eggs, which are from mallard ducks. This kind of wild duck can be seen in temperate and cold zones around the world. His hometown is called Big Head Green, and the duck eggs are very fragrant.

    After bringing the duck eggs back, smash them in a bowl and mix them well. Qin Shiou boiled the olive oil in a pan and fried the duck eggs first.

    ??Originally, olive oil is fragrant. As soon as the duck eggs are put into the pot, the aroma blends and makes people appetite. Tigers, leopards and bears stick out their tongues and lick their lips. Even Dabai, who doesn't eat meat, comes over eagerly.

    Fry the duck eggs until they are five or six times cooked and take them out of the pan. Then continue to boil the oil. Cut the celery, wild leeks and wild kale with a saber. After frying the onion, ginger and garlic, add the wild vegetable segments and stir-fry for a few times.  Add the duck eggs that were cooked before, sprinkle with salt, no other seasoning is needed, and it is ready to serve.

    Mao Weilong ran over with a bowl and licked his face. He stretched out his chopsticks and put two large pieces of eggs into the bowl. Qin Shiou smiled and said, "This wild vegetable tastes better. What about celery and wild leeks?"

    After hearing this, Mao Weilong came back and picked up some wild vegetables.

    Qin Shiou was drinking broth and eating wild vegetables and fried duck eggs. While eating it himself, he was feeding the three little ones. The four of them sat together and enjoyed themselves.

    After eating and drinking, pack your things and get ready to go down the mountain.The family, of course, has one last project, the Burning Gun.

    Qin Shiou brought more than 200 bullets, but they have not been used much yet. As long as the ones left for self-defense are left, the rest will be burned on the mountain.

    Mao Weilong is the most active one, but no matter whether it is an AR-15, a SIG556 or even a Remington, the recoil is very strong. His small frame is so weak after he is used to sitting in an office. He grins after firing a few shots.

    Iverson looked curious, picked up the Remington and tried a few shots. The gun was like a toy gun in his hand, and it was as steady as a rock. "Bang, bang, bang", the large-caliber deer bullets hit a red tree.  The maple bark is splashing everywhere.

    Qin Shiou continued to massage and massage Mao Weilong. If there was no medicinal wine, he would use white wine. In this way, Mao Weilong would shoot for a while and receive massage for a while, and his endurance would gradually increase, and he would have almost no problem playing ar15 later.

    After getting used to playing with rifles, it was much easier to play with pistols. Mao Weilong took the Glock 17 for a walk in the woods. When he came out, he carried the body of a Canada brent goose with a happy face.

    Canada Barnacle Goose is also a kind of wild goose. It is medium-sized and is a typical cold-water marine bird. It is tolerant of severe cold and likes to inhabit places such as bays, harbors and estuaries. It mainly feeds on buds, leaves and stems of grass or aquatic plants.  , also eat roots and plant seeds, and sometimes seedlings of crops such as wheat seedlings in winter, which is not very popular in Canada.

    This black goose seemed to be quite unlucky. It actually hit the muzzle of Mao Weilong, a rookie hunter. Not to mention it was Mao Weilong who shot it. With his shooting skills and the fact that he was holding a pistol, Qin Shiou didn't believe that he could hunt with this thing.

    "There are wild goose legs to eat at noon today." Mao Weilong said happily.

    Qin Shiou felt it was unnecessary. There was so much meat. He had a strong sense of small-scale farming in this regard. Unless he wanted to eat it, there was no need to hunt wild animals and birds for fun. If he caught it, he couldn't throw it away. It was best to  Take it back and eat it, otherwise it will be wasted and he will feel bad.

    This is not the case with Nelson, Shaq and others. As long as it is not a protective bird or animal, Canadians don't care. They just beat it and throw it away if they don't want to eat it or can't eat it.

    The black goose is one of the largest species of wild geese in existence, and it has also been artificially bred, so it is not within the scope of the bird protection law. When Nelson saw Mao Weilong's hunt, he went up to celebrate.

    The bacon had been cured for two and a half hours, the skin had been hardened and blackened, and the moisture in the meat was almost baked so that it would not go bad in a short time, and they were ready to hit the road.

    With no bullets and food and drinks to bring up the mountain, Nelson and Qin Shiou were responsible for sharing tents, lamps, tableware, cooking utensils and other items. Mao Weilong took a miscellaneous small things, and stuffed all the meat into Iverson's bag.

    For this kind of work, Ivoson would like to invite more people. He likes to carry meat and other food on his back.

    The tiger and the leopard were running and leading the way. After the bear was broken, Dabai, the little tail, followed behind, and the group of people walked down the mountain talking and laughing.  (A great pie-in-the-sky event, a cool mobile phone is waiting for you! Follow it~ Click on the Chinese official account (add friends on WeChat - add official account - enter qdread) and participate now! Everyone will win a prize, follow now  qdread WeChat public account!) (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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