Chapter 145 Wine Dragon's Birthday

Qingyue collected a large number of seeds along the way. There are no 100 kinds of fruits, but 20 or 30 kinds are not a problem. As soon as a few vines were born, Xiao Ruxuan brought people to deliver food.

"Qing Yue, Xiao Xin, eat something first." The night pinched a fast dough cake from the bamboo basket, put it in his mouth and chewed a few bites, and then told Xiao Ruxuan, "Have you eaten? Let's eat together. I'll have your help later. Call all those girles for me later, pick fruits, wash them, and prepare to make wine.

Xiao Ruxuan is familiar with the night and also knows the night's temper. As long as it's not a military event, it's easy to talk about in life. So you're welcome. I ate some together near Qingyue.

After hurriedly chewing the dough cake at night, he suddenly thought, "Qingyue, do you think it will be better if some pills are mixed with fruit wine?"

Qingyue just swallowed a mouthful of soup and sprayed it all at once. He quickly put the bowl on the side and wiped the soup on his body. She said angrily, "Aren't you afraid of poisoning? Even if two excellent elixirs are mixed together, if the properties of the medicine are in commensive, it will become highly poisonous. A lot of messy fruits, plus more than a dozen medicinal herbs, how do you eat it?

"Oh," the night glanced at Qingyue, but his mouth was still unwilling: "What about adding some kind of elixir?"

"This is okay, but the elixir tastes bitter. Don't think it's hard to drink later." Qingyue brought the soup bowl again and drank it carefully.

Xiao Ruxuan handed Qingyue a piece of bacon and couldn't help interrupting: "Sister Wenren, are all the elixirs bitter?"

"There are also those who are not bitter." Qingyue talked about the drug, but it was like a treasure: "For example... huh, it's really there."

"What?" The spirit of the night has come.

"Come here!" Qingyue doesn't want others to hear it.

The night quickly put his ear over, and Qingyue whispered in his ear.

The night opened his mouth wide: "Is this also possible?"

"Uh-huh!" Qingyue must have nodded.

"Okay, I'll take care of this. You collect the fruit first and brew the wine first. After saying that, he hurriedly got up and got out of the army.

Hawke drank 27 bowls of cold water, and his lunch was only one-third of his usual amount. When the night found him, he was still burping.

"hiccup... er."

"You stupid bear, what should I say hello?" Before the night man arrived, the voice passed first.

Hawke was sitting on a small piece of wood basking in the sun. He tried his best to open his eyes and finally saw that it was night. But his reaction is really slow. How many people do you think dare to call him a stupid bear in the whole camp?

"Ha ha, little brother! Let's bask in the sun together. It's really nice today. Hawke didn't mind calling him like this. In the morning, he promised him a large piece of gold, and his good mood continued until now.

The night came closer and covered the sun: "Hock, go and do something for me."

As soon as he heard that he had something to do, Hawk quickly patted his buttocks and stood up: "Oh, okay, no problem."

"Go to the mountains to cut down a few trees and make some temporary long cases to deal with them in the evening." The night said casually. This work is very simple. Hawke has a huge sword on the door panel, and it is very efficient to cut down trees.

"Okay!" Hawke answered and rushed to the mountain in a hurry.

The night sighed helplessly and told, "Call Tie Niu and your iron helper to save some energy."

"I know," Hawke quickly turned around and should have found someone to go with him.

The night looked around, but he couldn't find Jietian. This guy is sneaky all day long. He can't see anyone without serious things.

"Jietian," the night opened his mouth and shouted.

"Uh? Coming, coming." The sound came from a small tent. The night turned his head and saw that the tent was Xiao Ruxuan's.

Jie Tian poked out his head in a panic, and there seemed to be something hidden in his chest in his hand.

The night's head was black. Thinking about it with his buttocks, he also knew what Jietian had done. When Xiao Ruxuan goes back, she will definitely find Qingyue to complain again. Tie Ding had a sad face, and then said to Qingyue with a little shyness: Sister Wenren, please help me see if there is a thief in the camp. Why is my little clothes missing again?

As soon as the business was over, all the strange problems of their own people began to break out.

"Come here, come here, come here," the night waved repeatedly, "Let's go out."

Jie Tian looked at his chest and didn't show anything unusual. Then he jumped over.

The night continued to wave, and Jie Tian came with his ears. I only heard the night say, "I'll catch two pheasants in a while, and then, so..."

"Oh, oh, oh, okay." Jie Tian responded in a hurry.

Half an hour later...

A fire rose in the mountain at night, and Jietian handed over the two washed fat pheasants. The vegetable rice lay aside, staring motionless at the hands of the night.

I haven't baked some game for a long time, and the craftsmanship is almost strange.

String the pheasant with a wooden stick at night, and then gently turn it over on the flame. Before long, there was a "sizzling" sound. The fat in the pheasant's body was roasted by the flames, and gradually oozed out of the body surface, and fell down drop by drop.

The white chicken gradually turns golden yellow, and there is a seductive fragrance in the air. Jie Tian couldn't help swallowing his saliva and just looked at the night.

The night made a look that you know, and then withdrew his eyes to the pheasant.

Jietian has a task. He grinned and ran away.

Caifan looked at the night pitifully, and there were only two pheasants. I don't know if they have it?

"I can give you one for the rice later." The night looked at it in contempt.

He found that Jietian had sneaked back, holding a large wooden bowl in his hand. This guy swam on the ground like a snake and quietly approached the rice.

It's strange that the vegetable rice is unconscious.

"Well, it smells good." The night took a pheasant off the fire and sniffed it in front of his nose. But he deliberately turned his head and raised his eyebrows to the rice.

The lying golden dragon swallowed his saliva and stared at the golden pheasant.

"You have to add some ingredients," said the night to himself, taking out a small cloth bag from his body with his left hand. Put the pheasant on a simple barbecue grill and vacate your right hand.

Carefully open the cloth bag, rub the powder with your hand, and gently sprinkle it on the pheasant.

"Papa!"

The saliva of the rice finally dripped down. Jietian slightly adjusted the position of the wooden bowl and caught the two large drops of saliva.

"It's not enough," the night muttered to himself.

Put away the cloth bag in your hand and take the roasted pheasant with your left hand. He stretched out his right hand and pulled off a chicken leg with a force.

He leaned up to his nose and sniffed fiercely. Then he took a happy bite, showing an intoxicated expression.

Caifan stared at the golden pheasant, his head shook slightly, and his saliva kept dripping. Jietian was so busy below that he kept smiting it.

The night took a look and saw Jietian nodding, which meant that it was enough.

The night also nodded.

Caifan thought that the night had asked him to come over to eat the pheasant, so he immediately rushed up and ran over.

"Oh, poor Jietian." The night couldn't help closing his eyes and making a painful expression.

Jie Tianzhen asked a dragon to step on it. Not only could he not make a sound, but he also had to carefully protect the wooden bowl in his hand. When the feet of the rice moved away from his body, he quickly got up, carefully held the wooden bowl, and disappeared into the forest.

The night threw a complete pheasant to the rice to relieve his appetite. She sighed in her heart that Qingyue was really a girl. How could she play tricks on people like this?

What kind of dragon's birthday does it have? As the name implies, isn't it the dragon's saliva? It's not easy to say in the dark night. Just grab the rice back and let him spit it out fiercely. If the stupid dragon doesn't cooperate, he will eat a big stick and be sure to be obedient.

But Qingyue insists that this is not the case. It must be the dragon's unconscious drooling to be called the dragon's birthday. Even if the saliva is caught, if the dragon finds it, the medicinal properties will deteriorate. And it can't be delayed. It must be refined in half an hour. This can be stored and used as a rare medicinal material.

The night is a fluke, but fortunately, this stupid dragon is greedy. Otherwise, there's nothing we can do. If you are not familiar with this place, where can you find a female dragon to seduce it?

After a few bites of the rice, the chicken was gone. Seeing that he hadn't even eaten a chicken leg in the dark night, he leaned his head over with a shame.

There is nothing I can do at night, and I need this guy to work hard later. So I had to give it another pheasant, which was good for its appetite.

The night lost the chicken bone in his hand and kicked out the fire. Then he jumped on the back of the rice and let it take off.

From the dense forest of Modaoling, all the way to the north.

Fortunately, I found a yellow sheep and a sika deer in the hill to the north. There are no bows and arrows in the night, and there are no other weapons.

So I had to take out the [shocking mountain seal] in my waist, explore the perception, and turn it into eight or five bricks for beating stuffy sticks. Caifan dived at the target, manipulated the mountain seal in the air at night, patted the back of the head of the prey, and easily finished it.

Catch the prey at night and let the rice return to the camp in a circle.

Tell Caifan to find a wooded place to hide and return to the camp with his prey at night. Then replace Jietian and let him continue hunting.

Fresh meat at night is all about vegetables and rice.

No, there are fish.

Previously, Li Ying volunteered to take 20 soldiers and rode out. Listening to what he meant, he happened to find a river for his soldiers to practice.

These soldiers have been practicing bows and arrows for so long that if they can't even shoot a few fish, it's better to go home and farm.

In the camp, except for Wei Wuji and a hundred cavalry guards, the rest were scattered to work. It was not until dark that he came back one after another.

Relying on the mountains and forests, the biggest advantage is that there is no shortage of firewood.

What? You said that the wood just cut off is too damp to make a fire? Who would raise such a brain-damaged question? Don't mention that Qingyue is the master of the wooden system, is Xiaoxin a decoration? As long as a small spell to remove the water from the wood, it is the best dry wood.