After the rebirth of the queen princess, her farming is also overwhelmed!

Chapter 3 Drilling wood and catching fire

They grew up in Shangjing. Rong Yu studied literature, but Rong Qian studied martial arts. Why didn't he think that there were prey in the mountains?

And let a weak woman find prey...

For a moment, Rong Qian felt shameless, pursed his lips and said nothing, but stared at the two masked civets with his eyes. He couldn't move his eyes away. After walking for two months, his stomach had long protested without any trace of meat.

Okay, now that I saw the meat, I wanted to go up and take a bite.

Rong Yu was more thoughtful. He didn't really believe that a delicate daughter could catch prey, but he also thought that there were many military generals in the Duke Protector's Palace. Maybe she had also practiced martial arts...

Nalanjing had already taken down the cub, and threw it on the ground for Xiaosi and Xiaowu to play with. The little cub's hands and feet were tied up, so he was not afraid of it running away.

She held up another dying female masked civet, looked at Rong Qian with glowing eyes, raised her brows and said, "Uncle, I'm going to kill the civet by the river. You go pick up some firewood and come back."

Rong Qian screamed in his heart, climbed up and ran towards the mountain.

There were streams everywhere in the mountains and wild areas. Nalanjing quickly found a river, picked up stones from the riverside, used the stones as tools, skinned and disemboweled them, and quickly cleaned the masked civet.

When she was about to go back, she suddenly thought of the cold that Rong Yu had contracted. The officers and soldiers would not give him medicine on the way to exile, so he had been holding on until now. The illness was not fatal, but if he continued to cough like this, sooner or later there would be big problems.

In the wetlands beside the river, there is often watermelon, which is very effective in relieving coughs and asthma. Because it looks like a weed, it is difficult to find.

Nalanjing found a lot of cattail grass along the river. She dug a lot and found some purple herbs. She washed them all before going back.

There are many trees in the mountains, and dry firewood can be picked up everywhere on the ground.

Rong Qian soon came back with firewood in his arms. The excitement on his face did not subside, but even his eyes were gleaming with excitement.

Can you not be excited that you will be able to eat meat soon?

Two days ago, he was still quarreling with the officers and soldiers, bargaining for some dry food, and worried that they would be penniless and unable to survive when they arrived in Youzhou.

After all, although the journey of exile was difficult, due to the special circumstances and the emperor's oral instructions, they did not wear bracelets and anklets along the way, and had a steamed bun for three meals.

I didn’t expect that when they arrived in Youzhou today, instead of the steamed buns given by the officers and soldiers, they ate meat. Ouch...

Rong Yu frowned: "We don't have flint, and even if we have firewood, we can't make a fire."

Rong Qian said without thinking: "We can drill wood and start a fire."

Rong Yu looked at him: "Can you do it?"

Rong Qian: "..."

It shouldn't be difficult, right?

Although he has never used wood to start a fire, the teacher's words are vivid and vivid. After all, it is the wisdom of the ancestors. Just follow it.

So, when Nalanjing came back with the killed prey, he saw Rong Qian sweating profusely, holding a wooden stick in his hand and beating the wooden board at his feet crazily, with dead grass underneath, apparently trying to make a fire out of the wood.

, but his method was wrong, and he didn't even see a trace of soot.

When Rong Yu saw her coming back, she took the initiative to explain: "Sister-in-law, the third child is lighting the fire, and the barbecue may have to wait a while."

Soon, Rong Qian's hands were numb from knocking, but there was still no movement in the withered grass underneath.

He said dejectedly: "Second brother, this thing is totally a lie..."

Nalanjing handed the washed raccoon meat to Rong Yu, reached out and took the wooden stick in his hand, stepped firmly on the board, held the wooden stick in both hands and began to rub it, without using much strength, just a few times, the withered grass

A trace of soot drifted out.

She moved the stick and board away again, squatted down and blew on the soot, and soon sparks started to burn.

Rong Qian: "..."

Nalanjing glanced over his head and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Have you learned it yet?"

The frustration on Rong Qian's face disappeared in an instant, and his eyes were no longer excited and happy, but filled with shock and a hint of admiration that almost overflowed from his eyes.

After reacting, he nodded like a chicken pecking rice like a crazy chicken: "After a while, it turns out that it's so simple to drill wood to make fire..."

Rong Yu looked at her usually arrogant and domineering younger brother, who still felt honored even though he had been taught a lesson, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but raise.

After Nalanjing lit the fire, he took a wet branch, punched it through the civet meat, grabbed a purple herb and stuffed it into the civet belly. This is a natural spice. Without salt, he could only settle for the next best thing.

Wrap the raccoon meat tightly with reed leaves and malan grass, otherwise it will be grilled directly on the fire, the outside of the meat will be burnt black, and the inside will still be raw.

Rong Qian watched her swiftly doing something he had never heard of before. He even forgot to light the firewood and ran over to squat beside her, his face full of wonder.

Rong Qian was convinced and exclaimed: "Sister-in-law, where did you learn these skills?"

When Nalanjing was in danger with the army, she often had to find ways to fill her stomach. Paoze in the army was also a survival expert, so she naturally learned a lot of survival skills.

However, when she thought about her current identity as the legitimate daughter of the Protectorate, she could only explain: "I have seen many of them in Zhuangzi before."

The raccoon meat is not easy to cook when wrapped in it, and the aroma of the meat wafts out first. Xiao Wu squatted next to it and sucked the saliva, wishing that his whole body could be hung on her body.

The old woman was holding Xiaoliu in her arms. Although the others were not as exaggerated as Xiaowu, they were still staring at the barbecue in her hand and swallowing their saliva.

Suddenly, Rong Yu licked the dry corners of her lips and coughed, and then again. The coughing became more severe and she couldn't stop.

Rong Qian stopped salivating and quickly fed him a water bag, but Rong Yu couldn't drink it at all. He covered his extremely itchy throat and coughed hard, but it was too hard and he wanted to retch again.

At this moment, a plain hand stretched out, holding a handful of light red and yellow grass in its palm.

Nalanjing said softly: "This is water chestnut. It has miraculous effects on relieving coughs and relieving asthma. If you chew it raw and swallow it, you will feel better soon."

Nalanjing originally wanted him to eat something to cushion his stomach before eating, which would not irritate his stomach so much, but he couldn't control that much now.

Rong Yu had already coughed and had difficulty breathing. He took the herb from her hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it hard, as if a step slower would make him worse than death.

Nalanjing picked up the raccoon meat again and started roasting it. The intermittent coughing behind him had completely quieted down before the meat was cooked.

There was a lot of coughing along the way, and the sudden silence was quite uncomfortable.

However, this discovery made both the old woman and Rong Qian happy.

Rong Qian said in surprise: "Second brother, why don't you cough anymore?"

Rong Yu: "..." If it doesn't itch, he won't cough. Does he really want to cough?

Rong Yu looked at the woman in front of the fire with a profound look, and said truthfully: "Sister-in-law understands medicine, and herbal medicine is very effective."

Rong Qian wanted to think about how it could be possible. She was the legitimate daughter of the Protector of the Kingdom. She knew that a single herbal medicine could relieve coughs and asthma. It might be a coincidence, but it didn't necessarily mean she had medical knowledge.

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