my angel

go catch pheasants

He Qinghuan opened his eyes wide in the dark night, and saw the starry sky outside through the hole in the roof of the tent. The stars were so many and bright, it was extremely beautiful.

He couldn't help but think of his grandparents, parents, and wondered what happened to them.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his family group, I'm fine, you don't have to worry.

No signal, silently put away the phone.

Thinking of his bohemian and freedom-loving mother, his education was completely different from other families.

Complete sheep herding, basically don't care, and the couple are very busy with work.

Whenever there is a vacation, I take him to hike, climb mountains, and survive in the wild.

Forgot to say, my mother is a military doctor.

I have been on the battlefield in Africa, so don't expect the children raised to be associated with fake mothers. The ability to survive and survive in the wild is quite strong.

He Qinghuan missed his family for a while, then immediately gave up this self-punishing self-pity.

Self-pity, longing, pain, sadness, the psychologist's aunt once said that such small emotions must never be tolerated, let alone indulge in them.

If this little emotion is left unchecked, it will do great harm.

Why am I so unlucky, why is it me?

Then complaining, resentment, anger, and hatred affect your mental health, and finally affect your physical health, making people around you unhappy with you and falling into a low pressure.

Why bother?

Still think about the urgency.

Seeing the three people sleeping soundly around him, he got up silently, put the Swiss army knife in his trouser pocket, hung the infrared telescope on his chest, took out a bright flashlight and slung it over his shoulder, and pulled a few hemp ropes of the witch doctor, Take your own net bag.

He stepped out of the tent lightly.

The forest was quiet at night, and the air was filled with the sweet smell of vegetation. This air rich in oxygen ions made He Qinghuan's brain extremely clear, and he felt that his calculation speed was much more sensitive.

The Big Dipper can be seen in the night sky, but the shape of the spoon is not as curved as it was later, and it is still flat.

According to the arc of the Big Dipper, He Qinghuan probably judged that the current time is 1 BC.

In 3000 BC, Egypt had already begun the rule of the pharaohs.

The time when they entered farming was about the same time as they are now.

After a long and slow development, civilization began in 3000 BC.

The spoon handle of the Big Dipper is pointing east, indicating that it is spring.

Looking down at the outdoor mountaineering watch in his hand.

This is a gift from his father, date, lighting, alarm clock, waterproof, temperature, compass, barometric pressure, altitude, solar charging, latitude and longitude, full-featured, large dial, large-size readings, domineering appearance, exquisite manufacturing.

It also shows that it is 09:30 on the evening of May 456th, with an altitude of 35625 meters, east longitude of 1183398 degrees, and north latitude of [-] degrees.

He Qinghuan marked his own location on the map in his mind, corresponding to the geographical territory of later generations, probably in the northern temperate zone.

Now it is about a small glacial climate, unlike the glacial climate, the ice cap on the earth can't wait to cover the equator.

The climate is relatively warmer, which is suitable for the reproduction and development of humans and animals.

fine.He Qinghuan comforted himself that he didn't want to play a realistic version of "The Day After Tomorrow" in primitive society.

The night in spring was quite cold, thanks to the authentic mountaineering suit he was wearing, which could withstand the low temperature of minus ten degrees.

He walked out of the camp, climbed a tree, and first carefully observed the movement in the forest with a telescope. .

Because the trees grow naturally, it is rare to see straight and tall trees pruned by humans in later generations. They all grow freely, and there are many branches on the trunk, which makes it easy for He Qinghuan to climb up.

At night in the forest, it is much quieter than during the day. Occasionally, small animals, such as mongooses or foxes, run past with small steps.

I didn't see any large beasts. Large beasts tend to lose track of their prey in the woods and are blocked by branches, so they don't like to move in dense woods. .

He Qinghuan walked into the depths of the forest, his eyesight quickly adapted to the environment with the faint moonlight.

After walking for a while, I climbed up the tree again, so that I can observe the surrounding situation with peace of mind.

After careful searching, the infrared telescope found a group of red dots in the distance, quietly climbing on the branches.

After He Qinghuan established his position, he quickly moved under the group of animals. It was chickens, a large group of pheasants.

He prepared the net bag, and suddenly turned on the bright flashlight. His flashlight is so powerful that it can illuminate a distance of one kilometer at night.

The pheasants had never seen such a thing before, and they were night-blind. When they were illuminated by the strong light, they were stunned one by one.

He Qinghuan stuffed the plump pheasant into the net bag as nimbly as picking fruit. ,

Soon his net bag was full of five or six pheasants.Each weighs four or five catties.

Considering the reason why he can move his back, and the fact that it is not safe at night, so as not to be attacked by other creatures, so he reluctantly grabbed three more and tied their paws, and carried them in his hand.

Picking up the net bag and throwing it on his back, He Qinghuan quickly ran towards the camp with three net bags in his hands.

His sense of direction is very good, even in strange cities and wilderness, he has never lost his way because of the twists and turns of the journey. His mother said that his sense of direction is as sensitive as a homing pigeon.

When he came, he took some detours in order to look for pheasants. When he returned, although he was confident, he returned by the same route.

Caution is another good virtue that his mother taught him, because on the battlefield, a sloppy person may lose his own life or the lives of his comrades.

He Qinghuan sneaked into the tent, and the boy was looking at him with his eyes open.

He Qinghuan was caught, and smiled awkwardly: "I'll give you stewed chicken."

As he spoke, he took out one of the chickens in the net bag, and let them stay in it for the rest, and they couldn't escape just by tying the rope on the net bag.

The three chickens in my hand were also put aside, and a group of chickens felt safe because everyone was crowded together. They cooed a few times in a low voice to greet each other, and fell asleep again.

There was water sitting in the stone pot, and the boy couldn't sleep well because of the pain. When He Qinghuan went out, he knew it.

It's just that the wound was sore, and he couldn't follow it out, so he added firewood to the fire.

Fire is a very important thing, and the important people in the tribe usually keep the fire.

Therefore, he consciously protected the flame from extinguishing.

At this moment, the water in the stone pot has boiled.

He Qinghuan happened to be able to use him to kill chickens.

He took a stone bowl, took out a Swiss Army knife, grabbed a chicken with one hand, took it outside the tent, raised the knife and dropped it, and the throat was cut.

The pheasant struggled hard, and He Qinghuan fixed his hands, with the knife edge facing down, and poured the blood of the chicken into the stone bowl.

The teenager poked his head out of the tent to watch He Qinghuan handle the chicken.

When the chicken was almost no longer struggling, He Qinghuan threw him on the ground and brought out the stone pot, which was very heavy.

It's better to quickly find clay to make pottery, there are so many things to do.

Pick up the pheasant and throw it into the boiling water, roll it over, and try to scald every part of it.

Focus on the fine hair on the head and neck.

With a breath in his mouth, he stretched out his hand to pull out the big hair. The big hair was easily pulled out. Even the chicken feet were soaked in boiling water and scalded. The old skin on the outside fell off when it was hot, revealing the white and tender chicken inside claw.

The young man watched the envoy kill the chicken from the gap in the tent, his hot lips kept blowing, and the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

He kills chickens in the same process as Dad, instead of plucking the chickens like the people here.

The fine hairs on the chicken's neck were scalded just right, so I plucked them in the opposite direction a few times, and they all faded away. Even He Qinghuan didn't have confidence in the chicken head, so he tried to pluck it a few times, and surprisingly, he pulled it out well.

The remaining few can be carefully pulled back to the tent. ,

Then disembowel the belly, pull out the bitter gall and throw it away. The rest, chicken liver, gizzard, and chicken heart, are all good things. The chicken intestines are washed repeatedly in water. The chicken intestines are thick and fat. It is really a fat chicken.

He turned his head and said to An Dong, who was watching with gusto, "The chicken intestines are delicious, but it's troublesome to pack them up."

An Dong watched him handle chickens, so he learned his skills away. Father is a rough person in life, but he doesn't disdain these chickens.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, He Qinghuan went to fetch water from the small river below and returned, sat on the fire again, disassembled the cleaned chicken by pressing the joints with a knife, and threw it into the pot to cook.

When the pot was boiled, the big wood was removed, leaving only some small branches burning slowly at the bottom of the pot.

Beat out the froth and throw it into Panax notoginseng.

Since there is no lid, there is enough water.

The boy looked at the tumbling chicken in the pot, smelled the aroma, and his face showed an expression of wanting to eat.