The husband is the hunter

Chapter 140

"No matter how low you lower the price, they will agree. You forget that the weather is getting hotter and hotter. After a while, the meat will go bad overnight. It's better to just watch the hunted food go bad." Let’s exchange some money.” Duan Nanshan has lived in the mountains for so long, so he can’t understand these common senses very well, because the weather is too hot, the meat can’t be dried in the sun at all, and most of the final destination is buried after it rots. underground, so as not to attract carrion beasts.

"Hunting is hard every day. We can earn a difference of two cents. If others do more, we can earn more." They spent nothing, except for selling skins and buying some daily necessities, they rarely interacted with people. Fang Lin knew that life was difficult, and it was even more impossible to exploit these people. She thought very simply, in short, mutual benefit.

Duan Nanshan recalled that he used to exchange a large piece of meat for a few radishes, he touched his nose quietly, it is better not to tell his wife such embarrassing things.

After eating, Fang Lin and Duan Nanshan poured the minced meat that had been chopped and marinated with seasonings into the casings that had been prepared earlier. For the prey that they brought back recently, Duan Nanshan deliberately kept these casings and washed them for later use. Every time Shen Guangzong came, he still bought some from the butcher.

Fang Lin found that when a lot of meat was chopped and mixed together, the sausages made taste better. According to the different seasoning ratios, the tastes can be sweet or spicy, which is convenient for people with different tastes to choose. She found a piece of paper to make sausages She "wrote" the method that she figured out, because she can't read all the characters now, and only she can understand what she "wrote".

Duan Nanshan watched for a while, but Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, so he made a fuss about Fang Lin restlessly.

Summer clothes are thin, and Fang Lin can clearly feel a pair of callused palms walking around her waist. She resists to ignore it, but unexpectedly, Duan Nanshan is going too far, and her hands stretch out from the hem of her jacket. Going in, she couldn't bear such blatant bullying, and stomped on Duan Nanshan fiercely, but the other party not only didn't let go, he simply threw her on the kang.

The night is dark, the candles are full of lights, and the house is full of spring.

(End of this chapter)