Chapter 1995 Magic Weapon Master 14
The wooden houses are all made of tree branches, with ventilation on all sides and thatched roofs. However, lumberjack Billy still has some craftsmanship. The doors and windows are all made of branches, and the windows can be propped up with wooden sticks after they are opened. It shouldn't have been idle for a long time, so it's not very weathered.
It would take some time to put it away, but while she was busy, the cats had already heard the news and came over. Three more came at once, squatting in front of her one by one, tilting their heads and looking at her with their bright round eyes.
Ignore it for now, I have to pack it up before it gets dark, I’m going to sleep tonight.
There was actually a bed, and the straw on it was covered with worms. She threw it all outside and rode a donkey to the town to buy new dry straw to cover it. If you are looking for grass temporarily, if the grass is not completely dry, you will not be able to sleep comfortably. Grass is not expensive, so there is no need to wrong yourself.
After packing up the basic things, the sun is already setting in the west. I have been so busy that I haven’t had lunch yet.
She set up the fishing rod, made a bonfire with old straw, and took out the dried fish to grill and eat. The donkey was free-range, grazing leisurely.
The cats smelled the scent and a few more came. She didn't look at it, just ate her own. When the fish took the bait, she chose the small ones and threw them to the cat, while keeping the big ones.
There are so many fish in this river, and they are all going crazy with hunger, and there are not many people fishing. If there is something to eat, they will swallow it at all costs. After a while, several fish were caught. I left two big fish and after processing them, I took the washed fish and led the donkey back to the cabin.
It is enough to put on the sheepskin and cover it with tung oil cloth at night. It's just that the smell of donkeys in the house is a bit strong. Tomorrow we will organize a small storage room next to it and use it as a stable, and then wash it.
In this way, Xining lived a small life. There is something to do every day, after all, everything here relies on labor. In addition, in order to save money, I did it myself if I could, so the roof of the cabin was covered with wooden boards. Fortunately, it was in time and it didn't leak when it rained the next day.
It took a full month for my life to stabilize. This provides the opportunity to discover resources in the woods.
A golden arrow was shot out, and the grouse standing on the branch was shot and fell down.
She hurried over, picked it up, and carried it happily.
Jian thought it was funny: "If you really use the dragon-shooting bow for hunting, you can change its name to the grouse-shooting bow in the future."
This is called practice, do you understand? My sister also wants to shoot wild geese, but once the arrow hits the target, it will be bad if someone sees her.
Bow: "My life was picked up by my master. I can shoot anything, even dogs."
Look, how enlightened Byron is. Magic weapons are just like people. At critical moments, they have to jump through dragon gates and drill through dog holes. So if the dragon wants to shoot, the dog also needs to shoot.
Mo Ming: "That's what I said."
After carrying the grouse back to the cabin, a group of cats lying lazily everywhere got up when they saw her coming back.
"Not today!" She hung the grouse to the window and went to get the donkey out. After hanging the grouse on the donkey, he rode on it and said to the cats: "You must also learn to fish. What will you do when I am not around in the future?"
Went to town on a donkey.
As soon as she stepped into the hotel, the waiter greeted her: "Leslie, what kind of game did you bring?"
"Grouse!" She held up the grouse in her hand.
The boss came over and pinched it: "It's quite fat. What do you want to change?"
"Do you have any salt, flour, or fruit?" She gave the grouse directly to the man.
The boss quickly asked the waiter to bring the things: "There are only raspberries at this time. I will give you two pieces of the cloth you wanted last time, and a broken bowl. You can light the lamp oil."
"Okay!" She was very satisfied. This boss was kind and gave him a lot of things. There is plenty of salt and flour. Even if the linen is old and the bowl is broken, for her, it just needs to be usable. If it were all new, a grouse wouldn't be able to replace that many things.
The boss asked the kitchen to cut a small piece of dried meat and put it together: "You are growing, don't eat fish all the time. Is fish really so delicious?"
Xining smiled and said, "I'll bring some for you to try next time." "Okay, bring less for fear of thorns." The boss asked the waiter to help her carry the things and deliver them outside the door.
People here are afraid of thorns because they are afraid that the thorns will get stuck in their throats. Here, there is something stuck in the throat that cannot be removed. So I would rather eat meat, unless I am really starving to death, then I think of catching fish. When you are hungry, fish have spines that can easily get stuck in your throat when you devour them, forming a vicious cycle.
Two days later, Xining came to the hotel again, borrowed the kitchen, and cooked a pot of soup.
The boss, the waiter, and two women looked at the balls in the pot curiously: "Is this fish?"
"Well, try the fish meatballs." Xining put a spoon into the boss's hand: "Be careful not to burn it."
The boss took a wooden spoon, scooped up one, sniffed it with his nose like a dog, and then carefully took a bite under the eyes of other people.
After chewing it for a few times, my eyes suddenly lit up, and I put the whole spoon into my mouth. Still eating in his mouth, the spoon reached into the pot again. The fish balls are still hot, even if they look greedy, I still blow on them while eating them.
"It's so delicious, doesn't it have thorns?" A woman strangely took a wooden spoon from the side and went to scoop it up.
The boss protected the pot and said vaguely: "Yeah, it's all mine!"
More than a dozen fish balls, plus soup, were eaten by the boss without leaving a drop. The boss leaned back on his chair with satisfaction: "It's delicious, it's delicious!"
"As long as it tastes good, I'll leave then." She gestured to leave.
As you can imagine, as soon as she turned around, the boss stopped her and asked her to be a cook, specializing in fish.
Xining shook his head: "That's not possible, I'm a magic weapon master." How can a magic weapon master be a cook, and my sister is only here temporarily, her goal is the stars and the sea.
Mo Ming: "I thought you planned to spend your whole life here."
The main thing is that I can cook fish now, but what should I do if I can’t cook it in the future?
The boss licked his lips: "Can you bring some every time? I'll buy it with money."
Xining thought for a while: "Okay, it takes a lot of effort to make this thing. I will bring one pound here every three days, and you give me fifty copper coins."
One pound of fish is about two kilograms, and it takes the meat of two or three large fish to make it. Fish is not valuable here. Fifty copper coins is equivalent to a week's wages of a laborer, which can buy five kilograms of pork.
But the boss responded without thinking: "Deal! Bring it to me tomorrow."
"Not tomorrow, the day after tomorrow. Send me some more fruit. I saw you had wild strawberries today." What does it mean to have a rare commodity, and it can't make the meatballs look easy to make?
The boss happily asked the waiter to get her some wild strawberries and sent her out.
Riding back on the donkey, Jian was confused: "Master, you always think to yourself, in the future you won't be able to do this or that, why can't you do it anymore?"
Did you forget that your sister will have a split personality? If you get sick in the future, you will become a different person.
Gong: "Will you forget us?"
This won't happen, but I will arrange everything before I become another person, don't worry.
Xining picked up a wild strawberry and stuffed it into his mouth. Well, it was a little sour and only a little sweet, but it was still a fruit after all.
(End of chapter)