"Grandma, you can rest. Meng Hang and I will do the rest of the work. We are young and in good health, so we are not tired at all."
Zhu Xiuyun sighed softly, "It's better to be young. Then you should pay more attention. I will take a break first and then help you work when I get up."
"Grandma, please sleep peacefully for a while! We are going out."
Su Qing and Mengxang took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen after they finished eating. Su Qing used a dust purification technique to clean them up, so there was no need to bother washing them.
"Haha, Qingqing, this trick of yours is great. It will make cleaning easier in the future. With a wave of your hand, our dormitory will be clean and tidy."
Su Qing said lightly: "That is to say, I will only use it in front of you and grandma. I will not be exposed outside."
Meng Hang gestured on his lips, "I understand, I'm very strict with my words, don't worry!"
Dozens of chickens are almost all marinated and delicious, and you can start smoking. After the smoked exotic meat is picked, put it on the drying rack. First, spread a thick layer of straw, and then put the meat, otherwise it will be all oily. In a cool place, Put away after drying.
One by one, the chickens began to be hung on the sun-drying rack. Meng Hang lit the branches and began to smoke them. The flames had eaten their fill on the mountain. When he got home, he kept staring at his cat rice, but he didn't think about it in a hurry. Eat, he also knows that this is reserve food.
Su Qing asked him to take out the remaining strange beasts in the space, and if there were many rabbits, deal with the rabbits first.
Sure enough, hundreds of hares suddenly appeared in the yard. Su Qing rolled his eyes. It seemed that next time he went hunting, they would have to follow him, otherwise Huo Miao would know how to hunt according to his preferences.
But yes, hares and pheasants are the most common in the mountains, but beef and mutton are the most delicious.
By the way, stupid Huo Miao knows how to catch pheasants, but why doesn’t he collect more pheasant eggs and put them in the space? The pheasants have already started laying eggs this season.
Meng Hang smoked pheasant and smelled the aroma. Although he had just eaten, he still wanted to eat it.
He quietly looked at Su Qing. She was dealing with the pile of wild rabbits.
When he first saw that scene, he was just surprised. People with simple thinking and strong receptive abilities immediately didn't take it seriously. They also thought that superpowers were a good thing, saving time and effort. One person can do the work of several people.
Seeing that Su Qing was not paying attention to him, Meng Hang took out a pheasant and skewered it on a branch and roasted it in the fire. The aroma suddenly became stronger.
It was so bad that Huo Miao couldn't help but run to him, staring at the pheasant that was getting more and more fragrant as it roasted, and even sent a message to Meng Hang,
"Hey, these are my prey. When you roast them, give me half more."
Meng Hang looked down at the kitten at his feet, stretched out his fingers to shush it, and nodded slightly to express his agreement. Anyway, he was just hungry for meat and wanted to take a bite, and he was not hungry at all.
Su Qing snorted in her heart. Don't think that she couldn't see their movements because her back was turned. She could see clearly what the monk's spiritual consciousness was doing within a few miles around, without using the naked eye.
Two idiots, there are so many pheasants, eat them! I finally got rid of the days when I couldn't afford to eat meat. As for toxins and allergies, it didn't matter. Anyway, their family had nothing to do with it. They could also absorb spiritual energy and strengthen their bodies.
Strictly speaking, Meng Hang is also considered a monk, but he only practices the body refining technique. Body refining monks also absorb spiritual energy to advance.
Soon, Su Qing finished cleaning up all the rabbits, made blood tofu with their blood, and marinated the rabbit meat. The two greedy guys were about to share the roasted pheasant,
Su Qing approached and said quietly: "Give me a chicken wing."
One person and one cat trembled at the same time, and then they saw Su Qing walking over. Meng Hang immediately said with a smile:
"Qingqing, I ate barbecue last night. I thought it was delicious. I just want to try the taste of roast chicken. If you like wings, I'll give you both."
Bringing the roasted chicken to Su Qing, Su Qing just tore off one wing.
"One is enough to eat,"
He opened his mouth and took a bite, then nodded.
"It tastes good, Huo Miao, put the blood tofu away, it will be your cat's meal in the future."
Huo Miao obediently put away the bamboo basket and immediately ran back to Meng Hang, staring at the roast chicken in his hand.
Meng Hang tore a chicken in half, gave the extra half to the flames, and ate the rest by himself. Yes, yes, it was delicious.
Meng Hang had never had the opportunity to eat meat regularly since he was a child. However, after arriving in Mingyue City, Su Qing was able to earn money, and their lives improved. They could only eat meat happily for a day or two.
He had never eaten roast chicken before, and he was immediately conquered by the delicious taste. He thought it was the best roast chicken he had ever eaten.
Many years later, it still made him miss it. No matter how many delicacies he had eaten, nothing was more memorable to him than eating delicious food with Qingqing in his hometown.
The blood tofu was ready, and the rabbit meat was marinated in a large basin. Facing a large pile of animal skins, Su Qing was in a dilemma, what to do with these skins?
Luo Zilan's voice rang in my ears,
"Qingqing, there are so many animal skins. You can simply tan them first and let the little guy put them away. They can be used to practice when learning to refine weapons or make talismans."
Su Qing's eyes lit up, yes, she waved her hand excitedly, and a piece of animal skin floated in the air, with a layer of flames igniting on it, burning away the flesh, flesh and grease on the skin without damaging the skin at all, and a gust of wind Blow off the ashes and simply dispose of a piece of animal skin, that's all.
Su Qing, like a child who just got a new toy, used wind and fire elements in turn, and used spells to deal with those animal skins. Some of them were too dirty, so he had to use a dust purification spell.
Meng Hang added branches to the fire to keep it going, and gnawed on the roast chicken. When he saw Su Qing, he was playing a new trick, and his eyes showed envy.
He knew that he had no supernatural talent and would never be able to activate his supernatural powers in his life. Only after practicing martial arts to a saint could he practice spells and enter the Tao through martial arts. Of course, this was what Qingqing told him, but how difficult is it to be a saint?
Su Qing quickly finished processing all the animal skins, and asked the flames to be put away, so that she could continue to release other strange beasts in the space, and she continued to work.
There was something wrong with Meng Hang's bacon. When they cut down the fruit branches, there were no more fruit branches. There were two large bundles of branches and they couldn't help but burn them.
The taste of chopping firewood is not good. Qingqing said there are only fruit trees or pine and cypress trees, but they don’t have any pine or cypress trees here. There are only wild fruit trees all over the mountains and plains.
"Qingqing, what should we do if we run out of branches?"
The clothes drying pole is full of pheasants, and there are still about ten pheasants that have not been smoked yet.
Su Qing frowned and thought for a moment before saying:
"Let the pheasants hang on the drying pole first. They've been smeared with salt and won't go bad. The rabbits won't have time to deal with them. You can put away the flames.
We also packed up the strange animals that we didn’t clean up. When grandma got up, we went into the mountains to cut down some branches and haul a few more carts back. "
Su Qing thought, not only were there not enough branches, but there were also probably not enough bamboo baskets to hold the meat. They would have to make bacon for several more days!
I went back to my uncle's house and Meng's house to borrow some for use. After it is smoked and dried, it will be easy to put it in sacks. There are plenty of sacks at home, and I prepare some every year.
Meng Hang nodded and put the smoked pheasant on the drying rack to dry slowly.
Luo Zilan originally wanted to remind Su Qing of something, but when she saw that the branches were burned out and there was no longer smoke in the courtyard, she was speechless.
Except for the smoked meat, everything else was put away. Su Qing used several dust purification techniques and threw a large ball of blood into the sewer. A stream of water washed it away. The courtyard was suddenly refreshed and clean. It was impossible to tell that the cleanup had just begun. There were a large number of rabbits, and the yard was filled with the smell of blood.
At this time, a group of soldiers was walking towards the village. It turned out that the army had already noticed the thick smoke billowing in this direction. They didn't think much about it at first. It was very common for people in the village to see smoke rising from their cooking pots.
But no one's house would burn for several hours at a time. They thought it was a fire and came over quickly to take a look. Unexpectedly, halfway through, the smoke dissipated. The yard was fine and nothing happened. They must be baking something at home. Look. It turns out they were frightened by what happened yesterday and were a little too cautious.
