global sniper

Chapter 214
Before dawn the next day, Han Lang carried a machete on his back, and led the little girl with a wooden knife into the forest, and started jogging along the path.

The familiar environment and familiar smell made Han Lang feel extra refreshed.

It was the first time for the little girl to walk in the mountains and forests in the northeast. It was different from the mountains and forests in the desert last time. It was a tropical jungle, humid and hot, with poisonous insects and rotten smell everywhere. Although the leaves here fall every year, it is a regenerated forest after all. It is not a primitive mountain forest, so the thickness of rotten leaves is limited, and there is no rotten smell, and the air is very fresh.

So the little girl took deep breaths from time to time while running, enjoying the feeling of clean air entering her lungs.

Twenty kilometers, they were not in a hurry all the way, at nine o'clock in the morning, when the sun rose and shone through the mountains and forests, they rushed to Taohua River.

The so-called Peach Blossom River is actually named after the peach blossoms on the mountain, and the petals fall into the river, which also breeds many fishes that cannot be seen in other places.

Han Lang found a relatively narrow place to put down his backpack, took out the river-blocking net and began to lower the net.

The little girl squatted on the bank to look at Han Lang for a while, and the river for a while. When she saw the small fish swimming in the river, she lowered her head and stared at the small fish without blinking her eyes.

This is something she has never seen before. The gurgling water is crystal clear, especially the small fish inside. For her who grew up in a desert environment, it is really a picture of another world.

After Han Lang finished downloading the net, he took off a section of birch bark from a relatively thick birch tree by the river, chose a place to dig a hole, folded the birch bark like a bun, made it into the shape of a pot and sat in it. pit.

Han Lang didn't bring a pot, in this mountain forest, he didn't need one.

Today, he wants the little girl to taste the taste of raw fish stewed in raw water. This is a delicacy that can only be tasted near the river.

The little girl is still staring at those small fish, just like a cat staring at the fish in the fish tank, not knowing whether to appreciate it or think about how to eat it.

Seeing the little girl squatting there watching the fish, Han Lang walked over and said, "Come on, Sapphire, I'll teach you how to catch crayfish."

The little girl raised her head when she heard the words, not knowing what a cricket is.

Crayfish look a lot like crayfish, but they are not. The scientific name of crayfish is "Northeast Black Crayfish" and the scientific name of crayfish is "Crayfish". They are different animals. Crayfish are native to Northeast China, and the origin of crayfish In North America, it enters China through island countries and belongs to alien species.

Crayfish have extremely high requirements on water quality. They live in mountain rivers in the northeast and cannot survive in polluted water. There is no need to worry about being polluted. They are different from crayfish, which are very delicious.

Although the little girl didn't know, she still stood up.

Han Lang took off his shoes and entered the river, and slowly lifted up the big pebbles against the current in the shallows.

The current washed away the sand that lifted the stones, revealing the squatting crayfish.

Han Lang held the stone with one hand and slowly moved the other hand behind the crayfish.

The little girl also understood that there was something there, and squatted there with her bare feet watching.

As Han Lang's hand approached, the cricket was frightened, flicked its tail, rolled up a stream of sand, and shot out of its body.

Like the shrimp, the cricket is moving backwards. Its bullet speed is really not slow, but it suddenly got into Han Lang's hand and was easily grabbed.

"Stew crayfish for a while, you won't be able to eat it outside." Han Lang smiled and handed it to the little girl, and instructed: "Pinch your back so that your hands don't get caught."

The little girl took it curiously, held it in front of her eyes and looked at it carefully, and joy flashed in her eyes.

"Put it in the net pocket."

After Han Lang said something, he lifted another stone, ignored the startled little fish swimming away inside, and did the same thing, harvesting two cricket crickets again.

The little girl observed for a while, and lifted the stone with great interest.

It's a pity that the movement was too fast, the stone was raised too high, the crayfish was frightened, rolled up a cloud of sand and disappeared, which surprised the little girl, and she couldn't find it.

"Under that block." Han Lang shouted with a smile: "Slow down, your hand should put down the back of it."

The little girl didn't even raise her head, she stretched out her hand to lift the stone that Han Lang was pointing at, and she saw the cricket lying there, not just one.

This time she slowed down and reached out her hand into the water to get close to the cricket. When the cricket hit her hand with a flick, she grabbed it and lifted it up with a smile on her face.

"Yes, just grasp like this, reach out slowly, and grasp quickly." Han Lang stretched out his thumb, shook it, and said with a smile.

The little girl didn't make a sound, but she smiled sweetly and naturally. She looked at the crayfish in her hand, put it down, and continued to search happily.

It was the first time for Han Lang to see the little girl smile. Although she couldn't speak, she at least showed an expression, which might mean that she was really relaxed.

"This one is too small, let's put the sapphire away, and pick a big black one." Han Lang walked up the river with the little girl, rummaging and pointing.

The little girl smiled and put down the crayfish in her hand, watched it swim into the crevice of the stone, and then continued to search.

In less than an hour, the two caught a large bag of crayfish.

"Come on, let me show you the hunter's tricks, stewing fish without a pot." Han Lang was equally excited, and started to get busy with a smile.

The little girl squatted there watching, not knowing what Han Lang was going to do, but she seemed to know that Han Lang was going to get something to eat.

Han Lang picked up dead branches, quickly built a fire, fished out a stone slab from the river, put it on the side of the campfire, let the flames lick it, found no cracks, fist-sized pebbles, and roasted it on the stone slab over the flame.

Before the stone is too hot, put it into the water several times in a row to wash away the attached mud and plankton corpses, and then set up the net.

Seeing Han Lang pouring out a lot of fish, forest frogs, and loach from the net bag like magic, the little girl's eyebrows were bent when she smiled. smile.

"This is the old man fish, this is the willow root, this is the forest frog, and this is the thin scale fish you have eaten..."

Han Lang picked quickly, and tidied up while talking.

Where did the little girl go to see these things? When Han Lang was tidying up, he picked up this and that, and the smile on his face didn't stop.

Han Lang used a dagger to cut a small opening in the front fin of the fish, and when he squeezed, a small yellow spot popped out.

He pulled it with the blade of the knife, pulled off the yellow grain and threw it into the birch bark pot already filled with water.

It is the bitter gall of the fish. Except for the fine scale fish, you have to take it with you, and throw away everything else, otherwise the fish will become bitter and cannot be eaten.However, the gallbladder of the fine scale fish is very small, almost negligible in size, and it does not crack under high temperature, so it is no problem to eat together when it is cooked.

Han Lang made two pots, one big and one small, the big one has everything, the cricket old man fish and loach are stewed in one pot, and the fine scale fish has to be cooked in a separate pot.

The little girl studied for a while, seeing that Han Lang was busy, she also started to get busy.

She also brought a dagger, but it was a thick-backed sharp knife used by people in the mountains. It was a bit big, but it didn't delay.

After all the loach was put into the pot, Han Lang placed the stones on the stone slab with wooden sticks, and began to make the final preparations.

The mountain peppers picked along the way and the salt brought along have been put into the pot, as are the lengths of schisandra vines, waiting to be boiled.

And the fine scale fish was still swimming in the water in its pocket.

As the temperature of the stone increased, Han Lang put the stone into the cauldron with a wooden stick.

Amidst the sizzle sound, stones entered one by one, and they were pulled out and put on the stone slab to reheat. The water in the cauldron began to boil, and the cauldron boiled in a short time while the cricket forest frog crawled.

The little girl didn't help, she squatted there looking at the splashing water, she didn't seem to understand why, she might know that the delicious food was about to be ready, she was just waiting.

Han Lang ignored her and began to heat up another pot until the pot boiled, then he took out the thin scale fish and poured it into the pot.

In a few minutes, the rich aroma began to waft.

The water in the river, the chili and schisandra vines on the mountain, the fish made with the seasoning here is also called mountain pepper, it is impossible to eat outside, only the people nearby can enjoy this delicacy.

In the mountains, Han Lang and the others don’t bring pots at all. Even if they live in the mountains for a few days or more than ten days, they use local materials. Where there are no birch trees, they use stones to make pots. Mud simmering can make the level of cooked food, even stir-fried vegetables and steamed rice are fine.

Thousand Gun Tofu Wan Gun Fish, as the name suggests, is stewed fish that tastes better if it is cooked more. Of course, it is not a big fire, so that the fish will leave the bones and become fish soup.

After the two pots were thoroughly opened, Han Lang started to prepare lunch.

For lunch, of course it’s rice. Wouldn’t it be a little less to eat fish without rice?

The rice is also made of birch bark, and it is also heated with stones, but there is an extra cover made of birch bark. It is pressed with stones, and soil is buried on the side, and it is covered when the water is almost dry and it is about to be stuffy.

This meal, let alone a little girl, even those who are far away from the mountains and forests cannot eat it.

The little girl ate very happily, with a smile on her face all the time, and her silence was enough to show that she was really happy.

Relaxation is a must for any person. If the nerves are too tense, they will be broken at any time. Since the little girl is going to leave with her, Han Lang naturally wants to let her relax as much as possible, learn to relax, and avoid battlefield syndrome.

While the two were enjoying the rare delicacy, in the mountain forest, two people wearing exploration suits and carrying bags walked carefully through the forest.

Their steps showed that they had received military training, and they were also tall and round. There was a fierce wolf-like light in their eyes scanning the surroundings, and they were not simple people at first glance.

During the march, the person at the head raised his hand as a signal, and the two of them squatted down, raised their binoculars and looked ahead, then continued to climb, and soon reached the top of the mountain.

The two carefully pushed aside the bushes and looked down the hillside.

While the two were observing, a whistle sounded behind them.

The two were startled, and with a flick of their hands, they drew the dagger from their legs.

But when they turned around, the two were dumbfounded. There was a row of little sheep standing a few meters behind them, but the gun in the sheep's hand let the two of them know that they were allowed to have feelings here.

Ambushing here or following...

The two of them felt the cold air rushing from their backs, and obediently raised their hands to indicate that it was harmless.

(End of this chapter)