Lin Mo evenly applied the black ointment on the little turtle's wound, painting the emerald green legs black.
After Lin Mo finished applying it, the little turtle couldn't wait to take his left leg back, and he was quite wary of him.
Lin Mo smiled and felt that this little turtle was somewhat spiritual.
He conveniently placed the little turtle in the free space in his right hand, then picked up a big fish from the fish basket and put it on the table. With a bang, the table was shaken by the big fish, and the little turtle was knocked away.
Lin Mo pulled out the drawer under the wooden table. The little turtle leaned his head curiously and saw that there were only two things inside. A stone knife that looked very sharp. It was sharpened and the blade reflected a slight light. The second item was a wooden brush. Lin Mo moved it with his hands. The little turtle found that the hair on the wooden brush was as hard as a steel needle and could not move at all.
Little did the little turtle know that this wooden brush would make him unforgettable for the rest of his life.
Lin Mo picked up the wooden brush and rubbed it hard left and right on the big fish. The large and small fish scales were easily scraped off by the wooden brush, revealing the fresh and tender fish meat. The fish scales fell all over the wooden table.
But fortunately the wooden table was not small and the little turtle survived. The nearest fish scale is a few fingers away.
After Lin Mo cleaned the fish scales, he pulled out a small wooden bucket from under the table, picked up a rag from the upper left corner, walked to the right, dipped water in the second large wooden bucket filled with water, and washed the area he wanted to use. All of a sudden, a small clearing was cleared.
Lin Mo picked up the stone knife and expertly inserted the knife into the belly of the big fish, making a gash from top to bottom. Blood flowed out straight from the gash. There was a dent on the wooden table. Lin Mo had just wiped out some water marks with a rag dipped in water. The blood flowed along the water marks to the dent. Under the dent was the small wooden barrel that Lin Mo had just pulled out.
Of course, the blood would still flow out. Lin Mo scratched the blood into the dents with his hands, then reached out to clean the inside of the big fish, and threw the excess into the small wooden bucket containing the blood under the table.
The little turtle huddled in its shell, shivering in fear when Lin Mo killed and cleaned a big live fish so simply.
Lin Mo cut open the fish's head with a knife and threw the contents into a small wooden bucket. With a little effort, he methodically cleaned up a big fish in about a cup of tea.
After Lin Mo nodded the little turtle's shrunken head, he began to clean up the fish scales and blood. Otherwise, the whole house would be filled with a fishy smell at night, and it would stink after a long time.
The cabin may not be big, but it looks like a small box once the windows and wooden door are closed. If it is not cleaned, it may not be habitable in a few days.
Lin Mo lifted up the small wooden bucket filled with blood and walked outside. The little turtle curiously came to the window that was almost flush with the wooden table and looked outside.
Seeing that, Lin Mo came to a willow tree and put the blood water into the small hole dug in advance to use it as fertilizer. He picked up the shovel and filled the small hole.
After he was done, he put the shovel aside and went to the stove surrounded by several stones. The outermost layer was covered with mud, and a large iron pot was placed on it. Lin Mo poured water from the wooden bucket on the side. In the iron pot, use the collected firewood to make a fire with flint and steel.
After a while, the flames started to burn, and wisps of black smoke came out of the small holes that had been made.
When Lin Mo saw the fire started, he got up and returned to the house with relief.
Seeing Lin Mo coming back, the little turtle immediately returned to its original place and retracted into its shell again, pretending not to have moved.
As soon as Lin Mo entered the door, he picked up the big fish he had cleaned and walked outside the house.
As soon as the little turtle waited for Lin Mo to go out, he immediately stuck out his little head and looked outside. His eyes seemed very curious about what he was going to do.
Lin Mo came to the stove, sat on the small bench, and carefully put the fish in. At this time, the water in the pot was already boiling hot. As soon as he opened the lid of the wooden pot, a white mist came out, covering half of Lin Mo's body. The body is swallowed up.
Lin Mo put the fish in and put the wooden pot lid back. He was choked by the mist and couldn't help but cough.
This actually made the little turtle smile, close his eyes, raise his little head, and grin his big mouth. It was the first time someone was so stupid.
Although, it doesn't know how to cook either. But maybe, the smile is built on others, and it is spiritual and blooms.
Lin Mo couldn't hear the sound and continued to tinker with the iron pot, planning to stew a pot of the simplest fish soup.
Why fish soup? Because Lin Mo didn't know how to cook, he only learned how to make a simple stew. Just put things in, add water, and just keep cooking.
Since I was alone, I didn't have any seasonings, but fortunately, the fish had its own umami flavor, so it wasn't tasteless at all.
An hour later, the wooden pot lid could not suppress the water mist inside, and it made a banging sound, which was caused by the wooden pot lid constantly hitting the iron pot.
It looks almost done. Lin Mo picked up a smooth wooden spoon from the side, opened the lid of the wooden pot, endured the steaming mist, scooped out some fish soup, walked to the side, blew on it, and then drank it.
It's very delicious, Lin Mo thinks so.
Picking up a big wooden bowl, he dug out the big fish with a wooden spoon and took the fish soup with him. Lin Mo took the big wooden bowl back to the house and felt a little helpless when he saw the little turtle still huddled in its shell.
Put the big wooden bowl on the wooden table. This wooden table is both a chopping board for cooking and a place to eat.
Lin Mo put down the big wooden bowl, then went out to get another wooden bowl and a pair of wooden chopsticks, and found a bench to sit down on.
He picked up the wooden spoon in the big wooden bowl and pressed it against the cooked fish. The fish meat broke into pieces and fell apart. He dug out a big bowl for himself, full of fish soup and a few pieces of steaming fish meat.
The little turtle stretched out his little head, and seemed to be hungry. He walked up to Lin Mo and poked him with his right leg. It opened its small mouth and pointed spiritually with its right leg to indicate that it was hungry.
Lin Mo was also very generous. He dipped his wooden chopsticks into the fish soup and dropped a drop of white fish soup in front of the little turtle.
The little turtle looked at him in disbelief, tilting his head and eyes wide.
Pointing to the drop of fish soup, he shook his head with his little head, indicating that he was not spiritual enough, and pointed to his wooden bowl, which seemed to hint to Lin Mo that he should also use a wooden bowl.
Lin Mo misunderstood the meaning, but instead picked up a piece of fish meat from the wooden bowl, put it into the drop of fish soup, and waved his hand to let it eat.
The little turtle stared at him with half-closed eyes without moving. Lin Mo also stared at it. They stared at each other for a long time. Finally, the little turtle held its breath and returned to the place where Lin Mo first placed it, shrinking into the turtle shell. .
Lin Mo understood now. He didn't expect that raising a little turtle would be so troublesome and have such a bad temper.
Lin Mo couldn't resist it. He knew it was uncomfortable to be hungry, so he got up and went out to get a similar wooden bowl. He poured half a bowl of fish soup and a few pieces of fish into it.
Seeing this, the little turtle stuck out his head, limped to the wooden bowl with satisfaction, stretched out his head and started to taste the fish soup.
Lin Mo seemed to have put a lot of distance between himself and the little turtle. He touched its little head and no longer resisted.
Even though he touched too much, the little turtle impatiently pressed his palm, expressing his dissatisfaction spiritually.
Lin Mo was relieved to see the little turtle eating fish. If it didn't eat, he would have a headache.
Now, it saves Lin Mo a lot of energy.
Lin Mo also started to eat, and they spent the meal happily.
After eating, Lin Mo picked up the stone knife and scared the little turtle, thinking that the turtle was angry.
As a result, Lin Mo took a stone knife and carved something on the wooden bowl used by the little turtle. He carved it casually a few times, and then placed it in front of the little turtle that had shrunk into its shell.
There is a simple little turtle engraved on it, a big circle with the word 'Well' engraved inside, which seems to mean little turtle.
Lin Mo pointed to the wooden bowl that took away the turtle shell, pointed to the little turtle, and told it this is yours, then pointed to the unmarked wooden bowl, and pointed to himself, indicating that this was his.
Such a small gesture made the little turtle stick out its little head and nod vigorously.
After Lin Mo finished his expression, he started to pack things up, clean the wooden table, wipe the stone knife, and put it back in the drawer of the wooden table.
I went out to clean the iron pot, and the little turtle looked at it.
After Lin Mo finished doing things outside, he looked at the sky and it seemed to be getting late. He finally finished doing things and moved around a bit.
Returning to the wooden house, he took out the huddled little turtle, sat on the wooden boat next to the wooden door, and poked the little turtle's shrunken head with his hand.
The little turtle was so anxious that he stretched out his head to bite him. Fortunately, Lin Mo reacted quickly and avoided the damage. He charged at the little turtle as if he wanted to bite off a layer of his skin.
Seeing that he couldn't amuse the little turtle, Lin Mo looked up at the setting sun on the distant seaside. Most of the sun was submerged in the seaside at the other end, and the sea breeze was still blowing.
I thought of an ordinary girl, a very good girl. A few days ago, she asked Lin Mo to wait for her for three years. If she doesn't come back after three years, don't wait for her.
Although she didn't understand, Lin Mo still agreed because it was her, no reason needed, a girl who was very kind to him.
The little turtle looked up at Lin Mo, who was in a daze. Although he was at ease, he felt a little uncomfortable.
Also looking at the sea, the little turtle lay on Lin Mo's left hand and fell into deep thought. However, he fell asleep tiredly after a while.
Lin Mo felt the movement on his hand and chuckled, but did not disturb it.
Go to sleep, go to sleep...sleep is good.
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In Jinxiu City, there is a quiet courtyard. Two strong men in black heavy armor stand at the door, holding red tasseled spears. Anyone with a discerning eye will naturally understand that these are the personal guards of the city lord's palace.
I just don’t know who could make the city lord treat him like this. One day, the city lord held a banquet in the Immortal Juxing Tower. It seemed that a big shot came and the whole city knew about it, but no one knew who it was.
A girl in green clothes came to the entrance of the small courtyard holding a piece of carved jade.
He saluted the gatekeeper and said, "My daughter, Lin Xue, would like to see Mr. Qin, and I would like the two adults to inform you."
"Just wait here." The two of them looked at each other. This woman could reveal the secrets inside, so they didn't dare to be careless.
One person was guarding the door, while the other person went in to make announcements.
After a while, the man came out with a strange expression and said to the girl in green.
"You go in"
