I had considered this issue before, but I didn't really take it to heart at that time. Now it seems I have to think about it.

After all, in ancient times, when someone was fifteen or sixteen, she got married, so she didn't have to wait a few years.

She picked up the shovel and started digging, her thoughts drifting far away.

Su Qin couldn't stand it anymore, so he stood up and walked to her side to grab the shovel, "What are you digging for? Go out for a walk and make a bed for me."

"Ah? Hey, I'll go right away." Shui Ling quickly got up and ran out. There was dirt on her skirt and she didn't even take a picture. There was no womanly appearance at all!

When she went out and saw Gong Qianyu squatting on the ground with a confused look on her face, she pursed her lips. Eight years, there are still eight years left. If she can train her young husband to be a good man, she will marry her. If not...

A sentence came to her mind, "Da Lang is here to drink medicine..."

She shuddered and rubbed her arms to get the strange thoughts out of her head.

"Gong Qianyu, come with me to make a bamboo bed."

"Okay." When Gong Qianyu saw Shui Ling talking to him again, he immediately stood up with a smile on his face.

Shui Ling wanted to laugh when she saw how silly he looked. If she thought about it carefully, she couldn't blame him. He was still young, and living in such an environment, he naturally wouldn't know what it means to be together for the rest of his life.

The two went to the bamboo shop and chose two thick bamboos to make the frame, and placed bamboo slices in the middle. The bamboo bed was connected with a mortise and tenon structure. They had to sigh at the advanced technology of ancient times. No nails or ropes were needed, and the bed was just like that.

Very strong.

After making the bed, Shuiling went to find a lot of hay and wove a straw mat. This thing was placed on the bamboo bed and covered with quilts.

It took a whole morning to prepare the bed. When Shui Ling ate, he felt that the taste was bland, so after finishing the meal, he told Gong Qianyu where to dig and ran out to find seasonings.

The spiciness in ancient times mostly came from dogwood, but Shuiling didn't like the taste.

She thought for a moment, and because there was room to enter, she ran far downstream, even past the mushroom-picking woods.

The land downstream is relatively moist and fertile, with many flat areas. However, it has been soaked by the river for a long time and has turned into a swamp with towering reeds and countless grass-headed mounds.

There were puddles in some places, but she was happy to hear the splashing sound in the puddles.

This kind of place is a favorite of birds, and you might be able to find wild duck eggs.

It's just that she forgot that the weather is getting colder now, birds don't lay eggs, and they are not stupid. Will the eggs that hatch and the babies freeze to death?

Although they no longer lay eggs, they have become extremely fat because they need to store fat for the winter.

Shui Ling pried open the reeds and saw a pair of wild ducks looking for food in the puddles. They were all white, with red heads and beaks, a bit like mergansers, but without black feathers on their tails.

No matter what, in ancient times tigers could eat them all, so what's the point of catching a few ducks?

Shui Ling entered the space and found the remaining cotton thread for making rice dumplings in the kitchen cabinet, designed several nooses, then took out a handful of corn flakes and sprinkled them into the puddles.

The noose was laid flat on the ground, with fish meat inside. She cut the big fish into pieces and put them in the refrigerator.

A total of eight rope nooses were made, because Shuiling was afraid that the ducks would not be fooled. After placing them, she ran to the puddle on the other side to catch fish with a fishing net made of a mop rod with an encrypted mesh bag.

The small fish made into spiced fish larvae were better than the big fish for dinner. She decided to catch more and keep them in the fish pond on the balcony. The fish pond was not big, it was irregular in shape, the area was about one square meter, and the water level could be about one foot.

Raising small fish is stress-free.

"Hey!" Shui Ling picked up a net. The small fish were silver-white in color, shaped like willow leaves, and had fine scales that shone brightly. Those larger than an adult's finger stayed in the net, while the smaller ones slipped through the holes.

Shui Ling was enjoying her fishing when a scream suddenly came from behind her, which scared her so much that she almost fell into the puddle.

Looking back, she was surprised to find that all eight of her nooses had caught the ducks, four big ones and four smaller ones.

Shui Ling hurriedly ran over and picked up the four little ones and kept them on the balcony of his office for the time being. Anyway, there was a fish pond there and they would never die of hunger.

She held the other four in one hand, and they were already dying when they were brought back.

The branch holding the pipe in the patriarch's hand fell to the ground. He asked in shock: "How did you catch it?"

An eight-year-old girl is carrying two big ducks in one hand. This scene is unreal no matter how you look at it.

Shui Ling flattened his mouth and said aggrievedly: "Grandpa, if you don't want to help me, why don't you pull your beard to see if it hurts? Are you dreaming?"

"You girl." The clan leader chuckled and was not angry even after being teased by her.

But he looked at the duck and said with pity on his face: "It would be great if it could be raised, but now 80% of the ones that are half-dead can't be raised."

Shui Ling wanted to eat meat, but he didn't want to go through the trouble of bringing it back and not be able to eat it. "Grandpa, if I can catch these, I can catch more. As for raising ducks, why don't we just start raising them from eggs?"

The patriarch nodded, "Yes, wait until Kaichun'er goes to touch the wild duck eggs and brings them back to hatch. Grandpa will make the decision later and give you two thighs to chew on."

"Okay, okay." Shui Ling knew that he must have given up his share, but he was a child, so he shouldn't think too much, just eat what he was given.

The patriarch took the duck, and the people around him took a look and laughed. Although it was hard to come to this place and some people were injured, the food was getting better day by day.

Wild boar meat is not as delicious as wolf meat, and wolf meat is not as delicious as wild duck meat. Tsk tsk, this is the meaning of getting better and better.

Shui Ling felt that four ducks were not enough for these people, so he looked at the sky and said, "Grandpa, are there any bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest? I didn't have time to see them last time."

"Yes, the bamboo shoots are very bitter, do you want to eat them?" the patriarch asked.

Shuiling immediately pretended to be ignorant like a child, "Is it bitter? The bamboo shoots made by my mother are delicious and not bitter at all."

"Huh? Do you know how to do it?" the patriarch asked.

"Just slice it and boil it in boiling water. After boiling, soak it in water. If you are in a hurry to eat it, just change the water several times until it is no longer bitter." Shui Ling answered obediently.

The patriarch nodded, "But these bamboo shoots seem to be different from the spring bamboo shoots we have. I'll dig them up first and show them to your mother. We'll see if you can eat them."

Shui Ling nodded immediately, pretending to have just remembered something, and said a little shyly: "Grandpa, my mother said that you can bring out three kilograms of salt, and we will keep two kilograms of pickled sauerkraut for the winter."

The patriarch's eyes lit up, and he asked about sauerkraut without asking about salt, "What is sauerkraut? How can it be pickled? Can it be eaten in winter?"

Shui Ling, "..." Do you always have a hundred thousand reasons?

In order not to disturb his mother's confinement period, Shuiling had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "Blank wild vegetables and put them in a jar and sprinkle with salt. They will become sour after a while and you can eat them all winter."

The patriarch picked up the branch and put it in his mouth. He chewed it twice, slapped his thigh for the last time and said, "Give me one pound of salt, and let your mother help pickle the sauerkraut for the remaining two pounds. After this winter, we won't be able to cook it in the same pot in the future."

time to eat."
Chapter completed!