The Immortal King has a farming system (Quick Transmigration)

Chapter 557 Preparations for Winter

Not to mention, Qi Fang suddenly felt his vision go dark and his whole body became weak, so he loosened his clenched hands and fell off the ladder. After falling, he was hit by a stone, which caused nerve problems, so that he had to lie in bed for the rest of his life.

Yun Mo took the tools he had found unexpectedly and used stones to drive the deer away. When it was dark, he drove the deer to within ten miles of the shelter. Then he chose a male deer, knocked it unconscious, tied up its limbs, and carried it back to the shelter.

He gave the sleeping bag and water bottle to Qi Huan and asked him to put them in the bedroom and kitchen respectively. He also hung the bow and arrow on the wall.

At this time, the deer also woke up and struggled frantically. Yun Mo took the machete and knocked the deer to death with the back of the knife.

Qi Huan saw this scene as soon as he came out, but it was too late to stop it.

Qi Huan: "Brother, why did you kill it?"

Qi Huan: "Let's keep it alive. It's not too late to kill it when there's no meat left."

Yun Mo: "The weather is getting colder, we need fur to keep warm"

Qi Huan: "Okay then"

Qi Huan: "Don't bleed yet, I'll get a pottery basin."

Qi Huan: "Deer blood can be eaten, don't waste it anymore."

It was obvious from the tone that he was still thinking about the pig blood. Yun Mo was thinking in his mind that he would go and get the other wild boar from that herd someday. Fortunately, that herd was still nearby and had not gone far. Because the herd was too small, Yun Mo did not want to kill them all, so he kept them.

However, there is one more boar in that tribe, so it should be no problem to get it back myself.

Qi Huan had no idea that his brother was still concerned about whether to destroy the group or not.

He happily brought a ceramic basin, and Yun Mo used a knife to bleed the deer.

After almost catching the deer, Yun Mo hung it up with a hemp rope and peeled off its fur in a few seconds.

Qi Huan took the edible ones to make a stew. He had been trying hard to learn how to cook recently. Although he could never grill meat well, he could make a stew pretty well. In Yun Mo's words, it was so delicious that it wouldn't kill you.

But Qi Huan didn't think so. He had already deeply understood Yun Mo's picky nature. He was not picky about the food itself, but about the taste.

Yun Mo judged that the poison would not kill people, which was just like the cooking skills of most people in this world, which was neither good nor bad.

He judged it unpalatable: it was just above average, about the level of street food.

He judged it as just okay: the level of a chef who could be a chef in some mid-range hotel. He judged it as good, that is the level of a top chef.

Therefore, even if Qi Huan's cooking skills were judged not to be lethal, he would still be very happy.

The remaining venison was all cut into small pieces and smoked.

He now has twelve fish, more than seventy rabbits and the venison of a male deer, a tank of dried bamboo shoots, and two baskets of dried wild vegetables.

Even if he eats as much as he wants, he won't have to worry about food for two months.

He was worried about the fur.

The rabbit skin has been sewn into two large blankets. Together with the sleeping bag he got today, he has enough bedding for the winter. He also needs to make two sets of warm clothes.

Yun Mo was considering getting two more deer, but eating deer all the time wasn't a good idea. Qi Huan was young and energetic, so he wasn't suited to eating too much. And as for himself? With his cultivation, he didn't need to worry about such things. Yun Mo quietly replaced the messy stew Qi Huan had made, and was told it was out of salt.

Well, I have nothing to do tomorrow, so I can only go get salt.

As for being asked where those tools came from?

Yun Mo said that he met a guy named Dahan, who gave it to him when he was eliminated.

After breakfast, everyone carried a backpack, and Yun Mo also took a few fish baskets. This time they didn't need to carry firewood, so Qi Huan brought a few more pottery jars.

Yun Mo didn't stop him. Although the clay pots would crack if they were dry-burned for too long, adding more clay pots would indeed speed up the salt production process. As for the clay pots? Just keep making them.