The end of natural disasters: the daily life of child brides in ancient times

This time, as usual, someone was left at the foot of the mountain to watch over the carriage.

Lu Qingqing and Qin Lang each carried a large bag, which was filled with items that Old Man Zhuang and Sun Yue had packed for them.

Before heading up the mountain, Bai Song looked at the large bags the two were carrying and was quite puzzled.

He and his men carried only a straw mat, a quilt, and a dozen or so flatbreads.

In addition, several brothers brought pots for boiling water, torches, tinderboxes, and other items.

These things, rolled up and tied together, don't look very big.

It was much smaller than the large bags that Lu Qingqing and Qin Lang were carrying.

He didn't understand why he had to bring so much stuff just for a trip into the mountains!

Actually, I was a little curious about what they had brought.

However, we have now reached the foot of the mountain.

Even if you find out, there's no time to prepare anymore.

Seeing that his men were all ready, Bai Song beckoned Lu Qingqing and Qin Lang to go into the mountain.

Looking at Dongshan Mountain in front of her, Lu Qingqing couldn't help but sigh.

She has come three times in just over a month.

She really has a special connection with this mountain!

Despite the complaints, necessary precautions should still be taken.

As usual, at the foot of the mountain, a sturdy hemp rope was tied around his waist.

Seeing this, Bai Song behind them also tied the rope around his waist, just like the two of them.

However, Bai Song brought nearly a hundred people with him on this trip.

This rope is clearly not enough.

However, Lu Qingqing had previously told Bai Song what to prepare for going up the mountain.

At this moment, more than a dozen officers and soldiers took out the hemp ropes they were carrying.

Following Lu Qingqing's example, I tied it around my waist.

After everyone had finished preparing, Lu Qingqing gave Bai Song some instructions.

"The snow layer is very thick in some parts of these mountains."

Once in the mountains, try to avoid making loud noises to prevent avalanches.

Upon hearing this, Bai Song quickly informed everyone of the news.

After the officers and soldiers agreed, Lu Qingqing took the lead and began to walk uphill.

She and Qin Lang discussed it last night.

Bai Song brought so many people into the mountains, he must have wanted to hunt more game.

Therefore, this trip will inevitably take us deep into the mountains.

So when they reached the fork in the road, she led them directly down the small path on the right.

It hasn't snowed in recent days, and traces of their previous incursions can still be faintly seen on the mountain.

In addition, you can occasionally see pheasant and rabbit footprints on the road.

When Bai Song first saw the pheasant footprints, he was incredibly excited.

Just because you can see traces doesn't mean it's here.

They searched around the footprints for a long time, but couldn't find a single thing.

Left with no other choice, they tied themselves with ropes and continued walking forward.

I've walked this path before.

In general, Lu Qingqing and Qin Lang were still familiar with each other.

Therefore, we didn't stop much during the first half of the journey.

The white pine trees behind them, after experiencing excitement and disappointment several times, also lost their initial enthusiasm.

He obediently followed behind Qin Lang, walking step by step up the mountain.

They didn't know how far they had gone, but then they saw Qin Lang suddenly stop ahead.

He nervously took a step forward, tilting his head to look at the situation ahead.

With a 'whoosh' of an arrow, Lu Qingqing, who was at the front, finished shooting and ran out.

He had only run a few steps when he saw Lu Qingqing return carrying a pheasant that had been shot with an arrow.

Looking at the pheasant, he unconsciously swallowed.

Good heavens, he hadn't even seen anything yet when Brother Lu shot out an arrow.

Looking at the still-bleeding pheasant, he had already thought of eighteen ways to cook chicken.

For a moment, I couldn't stop drooling.

Seeing the bushes ahead, he untied the rope, grabbed his knife, and ran towards them.

Looking left and right from the outside, I couldn't see a single pheasant.

It can't be that there's only one pheasant in such a large thicket, can it?

Bai Song was still unwilling to give up, and disregarding the prickly bushes, he forced his way in.

But no matter how thoroughly he searched inside, he couldn't find a single pheasant.

However, it is not entirely without gain.

Deep in the bushes, he discovered a chicken coop hidden in the branches of a tree.

There is an egg in the henhouse.

Bai Song excitedly ran out holding the eggs, completely ignoring the several rips in his clothes.

When he came out, he proudly showed off to Lu Qingqing.

Lu Qingqing looked at the egg and refrained from saying anything to criticize him.

Based on her experience of collecting thousands of eggs, this egg was almost certainly bad.

Moreover, pheasants normally do not lay eggs in winter.

Of course, the environment in her space is an exception.

Qin Lang also felt that something was wrong with the egg, but like Lu Qingqing, he chose not to say anything.

We'll know whether this egg is good or bad when Bai Song eats it.

Based on this discovery, Bai Song figured that Qin Lang was too tall and was blocking his view.

He selected Yan Xu and a few other brothers, each with their own rope.

And so, he and Lu Qingqing walked forward side by side.

Unfortunately, he was always a step behind Lu Qingqing.

Often, before he could even spot his prey, Lu Qingqing's arrow had already been shot.

After missing out on two rabbits, he was so anxious that he scratched his head in frustration.

After asking his brothers behind him for a bow and arrows, he took the lead and rode ahead.

Lu Qingqing naturally had no objection to this.

Anyway, it was already agreed upon before we went into the mountains.

This time, the spoils were split evenly between the two sides.

It's good to use fewer arrows.

Lu Qingqing even taught him some techniques privately.

Bai Song called over a few of his capable brothers, and they listened together for a while.

Feeling that they had learned enough, Bai Song and the others walked ahead.

And you know what? Several of these people are quite talented.

After walking for about 15 minutes, the group caught a total of two gray rabbits and a brightly colored pheasant.

Seeing this, Bai Song suggested that they split into groups of seven and go hunting separately.

After an hour, we will meet at the mountainside on the mountain ahead.

Lu Qingqing and Qin Lang readily agreed, and the two of them formed a separate group.

After the others left, the two chose a narrow, deserted path and headed west.

After walking for a while and seeing that no one was behind her, Lu Qingqing simply put away the large bags that the two of them were carrying.

With their backs no longer restrained, the two felt completely relaxed.

After walking a while longer and catching two fat rabbits, Lu Qingqing felt that her current behavior was a bit silly.

She has too many rabbits in her online space, why bother searching through the mountains?

The two found a secluded spot and slipped into the space.

Qin Lang went to light a fire, intending to warm their frozen pants and shoes.

Lu Qingqing went to the shelf and scooped out two bowls of brown sugar milk tea that she had made earlier.

This goat milk was squeezed from the mouth of the white wolf cub; it took a lot of effort to collect just a small basin.

A while ago, when he had nothing to do at home, Qin Lang made brown sugar milk tea from this small basin of goat milk.

On such a cold day, a cup of hot brown sugar milk tea is so comforting.

However, the quantity was rather small, and the two of them only drank it twice.

Place two bowls of milk tea and a plate of osmanthus cake on the small round table next to the stove.

Lu Qingqing went behind the curtain and changed out of her cotton trousers and shoes, which had frozen solid.

When he came out wearing only a light shirt, Qin Lang had already changed his clothes and was warming himself by the fire.