The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 58 A Turbulent Rainy Night
When Zuo Wenkang held up the tinderbox and approached the black sand hanging on the small firewood racks.

With a "whoosh," flames shot up high.

The half-dry, half-wet firewood was quickly set ablaze.

Everyone who watched him start the fire was amazed by this miraculous phenomenon.

They all asked:

"Brother Wenkang, what is this thing? It catches fire instantly! And it smells a bit bad!"

"Uncle Wenkang, are you using sand to perform magic for us? You're amazing!"

"No, no! This isn't sand. Sand can't be used as fuel!"

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Zuo Wenkang gathered up the burning wooden frame and explained to the tribespeople, "It's called Night-Shining Sand, and it's also a traditional Chinese medicine."

Before most people could react, Zuo Wenxuan pretended to vomit:
"Ugh, no matter how nice the name sounds, it's still bat droppings! You're starting a fire to cook rice, how can you put shit in it?"

Zuo Wenkang wasn't about to tolerate him and retorted without hesitation:
"Night-shining sand can be dried, ground into powder, and taken orally as medicine, so why can't it be used as fuel? If you have a better method, then you can start a fire! What kind of time is this, and you're still being so particular!"

Don't know what's going on.

Zuo Wenxuan has been giving him sarcastic remarks lately.
If you casually reply to him, you'll be left speechless.

He's both terrible at it and loves to play.

Zuo Wenkang didn't have time to argue with him.

They are currently lacking medical care and medicine; catching a cold can really be fatal!

Most of the firewood that was found was soaked through by the rain.

They also need to be piled up in front of the fire to warm up before they burn properly.

These wilderness survival skills were learned from the War King in his previous life.

On one occasion, they were chased by enemy troops into a deep mountain forest.

That mountain forest was rife with miasma, cliffs, and even traps.

It was a trap that the enemy had meticulously prepared for them over many years in order to deal with the Feng Dynasty.

The War King led 60,000 men into the forest to kill the enemy.

Three months later, only a little over five thousand people survived.

Looking back on those three months...

Zuo Wenkang truly feels that life isn't so bad these days!

A campfire was fully blazing.

Soon, more than a dozen more bonfires were lit.

Their clothes, soaked through by the rain, were steaming with white smoke as they dried.

The children, who had huddled their hands over the fire, were no longer shivering with cold.

The temperature inside this giant bat cave is about ten degrees lower than outside.

Because it is never exposed to sunlight, it is very dark and damp.

The Diqulian that Gan Minglan and her group brought back was recognized by older women.

N recipes for this dish are provided.

Finally, everyone agreed that the best way to eat it is to blanch it, add salt, mix it, and eat it as a pickle.

At first, no one paid any attention to those two large baskets of dog food grass.

Gan Minglan directed She Shi and others to cut the cleaned grass stems and tender leaves, including the roots, into one-inch lengths.

Just as the mixed flour paste was almost cooked, I poured it all in at once.

I added a handful of coarse salt for seasoning.

Dog rice grass cannot withstand cooking.

In less than three minutes, it turned into a bright green vegetable juice.

It turned the originally dark, mixed flour paste green.

Several large pots of mushy porridge looked like failed attempts by a Taoist priest to refine elixirs.

Everyone looked at each other.

No one dared to test the poison on themselves.

Gan Minglan called Fatty and Zuo Chixia over.

The two children each filled a large bowl.

Fatty has a natural trust in the food his mother gives him. He can even eat oven-baked silkworm pupae with gusto without batting an eye.

The little guy didn't even wait for the paste to cool completely before expertly slurping it all around the edge of the bowl.

Instantly, his brain was so overwhelmed by the wonderful taste of the food in his mouth that he couldn't recover for a long time.

"Hululu"

What followed was the sound of slurping up mushy vegetables.

Zuo Chixia followed suit, slurping down a mouthful and eating even more voraciously than Fatty.

The officials were skeptical: Could it really taste that good?
He handed over the bowl with some skepticism.

Next were the Zuo clan members.
No one cared whether the freshly scooped-out paste was too hot to handle.

They were like starving ghosts reincarnated, only wanting to shovel food into their mouths.

Only after finishing all the large pots of food did they have the mind to exchange opinions.

He touched his burning tongue:
"Oh my goodness, what kinds of wild vegetables are these? How come they taste so delicious?"

The chest that's still burning from the burn:

"It's tender, fragrant, and sweet! I could easily eat three bowls of this wild vegetable alone! It's a perfect match with this mixed noodles!"

Some even said, "I wouldn't trade this for meat if I ate it every day!"

The children didn't say a word, they just kept licking the bowl.
Most of the Zuo clan members have eaten delicacies from land and sea, and now they are so amazed by the deliciousness of this wild vegetable porridge that it makes their tongues tingle.

The officials were slow to realize what was happening; before they could grab a second bowl, all the large pots were already empty.

Not quite satisfied, they wanted Mrs. She to make another pot.

Mrs. She helplessly spread her hands:

"Sir, we only found one place with this wild vegetable, and we pulled it up by the roots and ate it all in one meal. Let's go out and look for it again tomorrow."

Dog rice grass, actually, is still available.

When Gan Minglan was covering the rear, she helped to cultivate another area on the left bank of the valley.

King Atu mentioned last night that he was taking his underlings out for a buffet tonight.

After drinking the hot wild vegetable porridge, everyone's wet clothes were dried.

They sat around the campfire, leaning against each other, and began to doze off.

Before you know it, you're asleep until 2:00 AM.

While her son was waking up to urinate, Gan Minglan secretly let Atu out.

She thought to herself with delight: Tonight's dog rice grass will definitely make Ah Tu look good in front of his underlings.

How to know.

The doggrass she cultivated during the day was extremely popular with herbivores.

They took advantage of the night to sneak out and steal food.

First, a large group of rabbits came, and then a family of wild boars were attracted.

Next came the deer herd, and then the black bears.
Various herbivores gather here.

Those large, nocturnal beasts, attracted by the aroma of food, also seized the opportunity to attack.

"Wow."

A tiger's roar from nearby startled everyone awake.

What is that sound?

"Could the sky be a tiger?"

It seems very agitated and angry.

"Whoosh." The sound of another ferocious beast rang out.

"My goodness! It's a bear! I'm sure I heard right, it's a bear!"

"One pig, two bears, three tigers, and I've run into two of them right away! Could it be that the tiger and the bear are fighting in the nearby valley?"

"Quickly, quickly, move all the fires to the cave entrance!"

Hearing the discussions among the Zuo clan members, the officials were completely thrown into disarray.

These seventy men simply didn't have the courage to face tigers and bears.

The men inside the cave were all searching for suitable tools.

The elderly and women felt their limbs go weak.

The children clung to their mother, trembling.
(End of this chapter)