When we walked outside, there was no trace of the Bull-headed Fire Bee. There was a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers. Smell it and feel refreshed.
Suddenly, Gongliang saw something moving on the ground in front of him. He walked over and saw that it was a pile of corpses of bull-headed fire bees.
He found that these Bull-headed Fire Bees seemed to have been pierced by something, some were already dead, and some were not dead, and they were curled up and twitching in pain. He found a Bull-headed Fire Bee from the body of a Bull-headed Fire Bee.
The sharp thorn is like an arrow. Although it is as light as nothing, it is very hard and sharp.
It's just strange that there is no one else in the valley. Where did the sharp thorn come from?
"Uncle Dashi, what's going on?" Gong Liang asked Dashi who came over.
"Look next to you." Dashi gestured to the mountain flowers next to them that looked like wild chrysanthemums.
Gong Liang looked at it and didn't find anything strange about the mountain flowers.
Dashi seemed to see his doubts and said: "This kind of flower is called ghost needle grass, and the sharp thorns that pierce the bull-headed fire bee on your hand are actually its seeds. It's very weird here. Every afternoon, there will be a strange wind from
The wind blew from above and was just blocked by the mountain wall in front. The strange wind blew down along the mountain wall. The strange wind was huge, and the light but sharp seeds of the ghost needle grass were blown by the wind and instantly turned into a ghostly murderous weapon.
If you're not careful, anyone can be shot through. That's how the Bull-headed Fire Bee was shot to death. Look over there, it's covered with the seeds of nematodes."
Gongliang looked at the mountain wall opposite and saw that the mountain wall was covered with dense needle grass seeds.
But he still felt something was wrong, because seeds generally contain benevolence, and even if they were blown by the wind, they would not be able to shoot through a person, let alone firmly pierce the mountain wall. This kind of seed must have its own extraordinary qualities. So,
, he collected some Hesperus vulgaris seeds and planned to take them back and study them carefully.
The path was paved with bull-headed fire bees that had been stung to death.
Gongliang looked at it, thought for a moment, then went to find some thick leaves, picked up thirty bull-headed fire bees that looked relatively complete, wrapped them up, tied them up, and put them in an animal skin bag, ready to take them back to make wine. Tiger Heads from the Past Life
The wine soaked in bees can treat rheumatism and other diseases, but I don’t know what its use is.
In his previous life, he liked to make some weird medicinal wines, but he has regained his previous interest in this life.
It was getting late, and the hunting team planned to spend the night in a tree hole, so everyone split up to prepare dinner.
The veteran hunter of the hunting team had been here before and was very familiar with it. He knew that there was a delicious white-scaled fish in a stream next to the sea of flowers, so he took a few new hunters to catch it.
The stream is on the left side of the sea of flowers. The water is very shallow, only reaching the knees. In the stream there are not only the white-scaled fish that the old hunter said, but also some small shrimps. There are also some red and black creek crabs beside the stream, but they are not big.
, I guess the people of Yanbu are not interested in it. The white-scaled fish in the stream are as long and narrow as grass carp, but their heads are like bullets. Some are very big, weighing about ten kilograms. Maybe they have lived in the clear stream for a long time.
, the body of the white-scaled fish has become as transparent as stream water, and you can almost see the fish bones inside.
These white-scaled fish are not afraid of people. When you walk into the stream, they will swim at your feet and you can catch them as soon as you catch them.
After catching more than a dozen fish in a row, which was almost enough to eat, Gongliang and others got up from the stream.
Suddenly, Gong Liang saw that there seemed to be a clump of water onions by the stream. He thought he had made a mistake and walked over quickly. When he saw it, it turned out to be water onions. He didn't expect to see green onions here. It was an unexpected gain. Look at the side.
There were still some, so he picked them up, and dug up some with the roots and soil, intending to take them back and plant them.
Originally, Gongliang and others wanted to dispose of the fish, but Shimaman, who brought them here to catch fish, didn't know what he was thinking, and said no.
The fish didn't need to be handled, so it was easy. It was still not too late, and Gong Liang wanted to enjoy the scenery of the sea of flowers, so he asked Feng Han and others to take the fish back first.
Yuan Gungun also came with him, and when he was catching fish, he was catching mountain crabs next to him. Gongliang caught a palm-sized white fish for him, and he sat on the shore and started to bite, which was delicious.
At this time, seeing that Gongliang was about to leave, he quickly bit the fish and followed him in a hurry.
There are countless kinds of flowers in the sea of flowers, and the colors are red, purple, yellow, green, white, black, red, and blue. Anyway, they are all kinds of strange and come in all colors.
It's strange to say that there was nothing in the flowers when they came, but now they found butterflies and wild bees flying among the flowers. He even saw a group of red ants quietly climbing up the flower branches and eating nectar.
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It was so beautiful that Gongliang couldn't help but pick up a blue mountain flower and smell it.
"Um"
This smell made him frown.
What kind of flower is this? It's so smelly. If you look closely at the flower itself, it's a bit strange. It looks like a mountain leek. After a second look, it really looks like a mountain leek. He doubtfully picked up a leaf and smelled it. Oh, it's really a leek.
A smell of chives.
I didn't expect to see mountain leeks here, it's really a miracle.
You know, there are some very special dishes in the kitchen, namely onions, garlic, leeks and ginger. Sometimes cooking without these things really has no flavor.
Now that he had discovered scallions and wild leeks, was there wild ginger and wild garlic in this area? Thinking of this, Gongliang started searching in the sea of flowers, and after a while, he actually found some ginger and garlic.
It's just that these onions, garlic, ginger and leeks are all mountain varieties. Not only are they small, but they also have a strong mountain flavor, which is very strong. They are not artificially cultivated like in his previous life, and their own taste is relatively weak. However, these are good for public good.
It doesn't matter, all he wants is the taste of these things. If the taste is too strong, you can add less.
Seeing that it was getting late, he dug out some of these things and the soil, planning to take them back and plant them.
Back at the giant tree, a bonfire has been lit in the cave. Several smaller beasts have been taken care of and roasted on the fire. The white-scaled fish caught from the stream were also impaled and roasted on the pile of firewood.
The fragrance slowly spreads out.
Gongliang looked at it, quickly picked up his helmet and iron pot and went out to wash it. By the way, he also took some field yellow truffles, washed them, and filled a pot of water back. Then he found some stones to build a stone stove to light the fire, and cut some more.
Put the meaty animal bones in a pot and cook them on the stone stove. It's a pity that there is no pan, otherwise the field yellow truffles would be fried in animal oil and it would taste good.
Although there is no pan, Gongliang has a way.
He would string the washed field yellow truffles on tree branches, and after the beast meat was roasted until the oil was flowing, he would roll the field yellow truffles on top, soaking them with animal oil, and then put them on the fire to roast.
The aroma wafts out immediately, making your mouth water with greed.
After it was baked, Gongliang took a bite. The fragrant aroma of animal oil and earth lingered in his mouth, making him almost eat his tongue.
"Gululu"
"Gongliang, how does this food taste?" Feng Han asked, swallowing his saliva next to him in dismay.
Gongliang took a field yellow truffle and put it on a branch for Feng Han. "You can dip it in some animal oil and roast it. It tastes good." Then he took a few more and gave them to the people in the hunting team. When he saw the field in the pot,
The number of yellow truffles decreased little by little, and Yuan Guanguan screamed dissatisfiedly next to him. He had dug these things out.
What a stingy guy.
Gongliang rubbed the little guy's head and gave it a roast, which finally suppressed the injustice in its heart.