The wheat porridge with snake meat became more and more fragrant as it simmered, and gradually, everyone began to make the sound of swallowing saliva.
The sky gradually began to get brighter, and the east was already turning white.
Qingyan stood up with an "Ouch!"
Everyone who was waiting to eat was startled by her, thinking that another snake or other wild beast was coming.
Just as she was about to stand up with them, Qingyan made a silent gesture to them, and then whispered: "It's okay, I think I heard the sound of pheasants, don't move, I'll go take a look."
When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up. Yang Shuanzhu whispered: "Pheasant? This thing is not easy to catch. Do you need us to help?"
"Yes, yes, we ran around it together."
Qingyan smiled and shook her head, "No, too many people scared it away from a long way away. I'm quick and should be able to catch it. You can boil the water and wait to catch it and pluck it out."
Yang Dashan's family said: "Okay, okay, let's build another stove and boil more hot water."
Fortunately, there is a waterhole here, which is convenient for fetching water. They originally decided to boil more water after dinner, let it cool, and put it in a clay pot to drink on the road.
Qingyan once again refused to follow the men, then sent a message to Chou Chou to stay and protect them, and then she ran out.
Soon they arrived three to four hundred meters away from their camp. Among the messy grass, there was indeed a pheasant with a long tail. It was digging the soil on the ground and pecking at the exposed insects.
Qingyan thought for a moment, and if she pounced directly, she would definitely make a loud noise.
She only had these two clothes, and she didn't know if she would have the chance to buy one of these clothes. If it got dirty and she didn't have time to wash it, it would be a bit embarrassing to continue wearing it.
Then he saw the gravel on the ground. He squatted down decisively and picked up a few of the right size. He aimed at the pheasant's head and threw it at it.
The pheasant was concentrating on eating insects and did not realize the danger. By the time it realized it, it was already too late and the stone had already hit its head heavily.
He didn't even have time to flutter his wings, and his head was smashed to death.
Qingyan stepped forward, picked up the chicken neck and weighed it in her hands.
I can't blame the pheasant for being able to fly, but the chickens raised at home cannot fly. The weight of the pheasant is only about half of that of domestic chickens.
I stood up with the pheasant and wanted to go back. Before I turned around, I found a light yellow thing with many roots in the soil that the pheasant had just dug up.
Qingyan immediately stopped, fearing that she had seen something wrong. She took out the miniature flashlight she had put in before from her pocket, opened it and looked at it carefully.
Isn't this yam? Although it was still very thin, not like the thick and long ones they bought at the market, she couldn't mistake it like this.
And the small beans on the vines are yam beans. She and her mother like to eat them the most, and they often use them to make candied haws.
Thinking of this, I picked those yam beans without saying anything and put them in my coat pocket.
I found a branch nearby and dug it up. Because there was little rain and the soil on the ground was not soft, it was very difficult to dig out the branch.
I thought to myself, dig one tree first, and then go back and get a shovel to dig out the rest later.
After digging until more than half of the yam was exposed, he reached out and grabbed the vine and pulled it out.
Because I was a little too strong, I only pulled out about 70 to 80 centimeters, and the thinnest part below was broken inside.
Holding the yam in his hand, he happily jumped back and walked back.
When everyone saw that she had returned safely, they all breathed a sigh of relief. When they saw what she had in her hand, they even laughed.
"Miss Xue, you are so awesome, you actually hit a pheasant!"
"Huh? Isn't this potato medicine? This is usually found in deeper mountains, and rarely found on the edge of mountains. Miss Xue, you won't go into the mountains, right?"
"Nonsense, how can you travel back and forth to the mountains in such a short time? The seeds must have taken root and sprouted here..."
Qingyan was very happy. It seemed that people here knew this yam, so it would be easy to explain, and it would save her the trouble of explaining that it is not poisonous and can be eaten.
Qingyan said: "The place I just went to is not far away, less than a mile over there. When I saw this, I thought it would be perfect for stewed pheasant. It must be delicious."
Yang Dashan's family said: "Yes, yes, this is delicious when cooked or eaten as stewed chicken. It's sweet and fragrant."
Qingyan was a little curious about its name, and said in an insinuating way: "Is this one here called Yao Yao? It's different from the name we have."
Yang Dashan, who was pulling back his chicken feathers, smiled and said: "This thing didn't have a name originally, it was called Dioscorea. In the previous dynasty, it was taboo because it had the same name as the emperor, so it was changed to Dioscorea."
Qingyan blinked, going forward? Is it one of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms or the Tang Dynasty?
But he said: "Master Dashan, you know so much."
Yang Dashan waved his hand, "Hey, I heard this from the merchants who were passing by. We ordinary people don't know this."
Yang Dawang and Yang Erzhuang also nodded, "Yes, yes, thanks to that small road, merchants often pass by us, so we know some of the things outside, otherwise it would be a black eye."
Because merchants often pass by, people often come to stay in villages like theirs that are relatively close to the roadside.
Of course, most of them are to replenish food and water sources. Although the canal is right next to the field, if you don't ask for help, you will encounter some unruly villagers, which will cause trouble.
Qingyan strongly agrees, she still needs to get in touch with outsiders to see more of the world and know more.
Just like in later generations, if there were no newspapers and television, how could we know so many things happening elsewhere? This is the importance of information.
Qingyan told them again that there were some yams over there, and Yang Dashan and Yang Dawang followed her there with shovels, and soon dug up all the yams.
When they came back, the women had already packed up the chickens, took the yams from their hands, peeled and cut them into pieces, and stewed them with the pheasants, making a big pot full.
Everyone gathered together to eat snake meat and wheat porridge, while waiting for the yam stewed chicken and boiling water.
Just snake meat porridge is enough for breakfast. I make the chicken for lunch and put it in a crock pot. Anyway, it’s hot and I don’t have to worry about the cold. It also saves the time of stopping to cook.
