365 days of wilderness survival

Chu Feng turned around and returned to the wooden frame, took out two or three herbs he had collected before from the clay pot, twisted them in half with his bare hands, and stuffed them into the clay pot together.

He filled the clay pot with water and put it on the fireplace to boil.

The audience in the live broadcast room brushed the barrage.

"Chu Feng actually understands Chinese medicine?"

"He still understands something, and these are all that can treat colds and fevers, but I don't know what is added later?"

"It seems that there is nothing that Chu Feng will not do..."

"Take the small book and prepare the recipe, what kind of herbs are put in at the end?" Has anyone seen it? "

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"Chu Feng, how long will it take to cook?" Liu Yimeng asked curiously.

"Just boil until there's only one bowl of water left." Chu Feng said softly, turned around and took a pottery plate from the wooden shelf and covered it on the clay pot.

"That's going to take a long time." Liu Yimeng nodded, got up and took the bamboo net set aside, and wanted to continue last night's papermaking work.

"You rest for a while, I'll get it." Chu Feng said softly, picking up the cut bamboo pieces on the ground and making the sole of the last shoe.

"No, I'm not tired now." Liu Yiqiu pursed her somewhat pale lips and said.

"Then you pay attention to rest." Chu Feng raised his eyebrows, this face is about to catch up with the flour makeup of a certain country, not tired?

"Boom . . ."

There was thunder outside the shelter, and the rain did not get less today, but fortunately the camp was built on high ground, and the rainwater flowed lower, without causing too much water in the yard.

"I don't know when this rain will stop." Liu Yimeng said dejectedly, and walked in with the wet paper that had just been made in her hand.

"It won't stop anytime soon." Chu Feng said helplessly.

When he went out today, he had already observed the sky, and although he couldn't be sure how many days it would fall, he could judge that the rain would probably not stop during these two days.

"Stay in the shelter all the time, it will be moldy." Liu Yimeng pouted, placed the bamboo net next to the fireplace, and then added a few pieces of wood to the fireplace.

She stood up, carefully lifted the clay plate, and looked at the herbs boiling inside.

"Put some salt in it, half a spoonful is enough." Chu Feng said softly.

"Good." Liu Yimeng twisted her hips to the wooden frame, scooped half a spoonful of salt with a small spoon, and poured it into the clay pot.

Nearly half an hour later, there was only a little water left in the clay pot, bubbling hot on the fireplace.

Chu Feng glanced at the situation inside the clay pot, and said softly with his head sideways: "It's okay, bring a bowl." "

"Okay." Liu Yimeng quickly took a pottery bowl from the wooden shelf and placed it on the wooden table on the side.

Chu Feng padded the hay with both hands, held the clay pot and tilted, poured out all the juice inside, and filled a pottery bowl.

The pottery bowl was steaming, the medicinal soup was dark green and a little cloudy, and there were boiled perilla leaves floating inside, which looked like a bowl of dark dishes.

"Do you want to drink it?" The corner of Liu Yiqiu's mouth twitched, and instinctively began to resist.

"Of course, if you want to get good quickly, you have to drink." The corners of Chu Feng's mouth raised, and this bowl of dark green medicinal soup made him feel a little unwilling to drink it.

"Okay." Liu Yiqiu wrinkled her good-looking nose, carefully picked up the pottery bowl on the table, put it to her mouth and hesitated, but still opened her mouth to take a sip.

An indescribable herbal smell filled her taste buds, followed by a green bitter taste coming out, and she frowned and whispered, "It's so bitter." "

"I'm going to drink it all." Chu Feng said softly, drinking this bowl of medicine was enough to cure her fever and cold.

"Got it." Liu Yiqiu replied with a wrinkled face, opened his mouth and blew the hot air, the medicinal soup that had just been poured out was still very hot, and he could only take small sips.

In order to continue to stay and compete, even if this bowl is poison, she has to grit her teeth and drink it, not to mention that this is Chu Feng and his sister, who braved the rainstorm to find herbs for most of the day to boil out.

"Gollum..."

The weather was very cold, the medicinal soup was extremely fast, and after five minutes, the entire bowl of dark green medicinal soup was drunk by her.

"I feel like throwing up." Liu Yiqiu covered her mouth, and the bitter medicinal soup made her stomach can't help but 'protest'.

"Normal reaction, eat a piece of beeswax to taste." Chu Feng said softly, finding a piece of beeswax from the wooden frame and handing it over.

Liu Yiqiu quickly stuffed the beeswax into her mouth and chewed, and after a while, the feeling of wanting to vomit gradually dissipated.

"It scared me to death, I thought you were pregnant, sister." Liu Yimeng teased, so he reached out and patted his chest,

The corner of Liu Yiqiu's mouth twitched, and she no longer had the strength to give her sister a brain collapse.

"Go get some sleep, it'll be much better." Chu Feng said softly, just after drinking the medicine and sleeping for a while, he could make the effect of the medicine work faster.

"Well, I'm a little sleepy." Liu Yiqiu yawned and rolled over on the big I bed and lay down.

"Sleep, dinner is ready, I'll call you." Yun Xin said softly, helping to cover the quilt and hay.

"Good." Liu Yiqiu answered in a daze, closed her eyes and began to fall asleep.

"I'll make some soup." Yun Xin said in a low voice, and put the freshly made rabbit fur shoes next to the wooden frame to dry.

She took out the durian shell and seeds washed last night, poured half of the seeds into the clay pot, and then took out the durian shell and cut the white part inside into small pieces and put it in.

Yun Xin put another chanterelle plant into the clay pot, and then put half of the head of a small wild goat into it, filled it with water and boiled it on the fireplace.

She covered the clay plate and sighed softly, "It's nice to have a pheasant." "

Foodie countries generally use chicken and durian shells and seeds to stew together, and now the conditions are limited, and they can only be replaced by sheep's heads.

Chu Feng stood at the door of the shelter, looking at the rain that kept falling in the sky outside, and sighed secretly: "There are many things that can't be done on rainy days." "

Today is the thirty-seventh day of their arrival in the wilderness, that is, more than a month has passed since the goal of the year.

"Chu Feng, the pulp is gone." Liu Yimeng held a bamboo net in her hand, fishing for the pulp in the clay pot, but she couldn't make up the amount of a piece of paper, and the paper that came out of this way was afraid that it would be easy to break, so that her fingers and chrysanthemum flowers had a close contact.

"Wait until the rain stops before mixing the pulp." Chu Feng said softly, he decided to change a material to make paper, using bark was too slow.

"Well, the paper is made for a while now." Liu Yimeng said with a smile, last night plus the paper made today, there is already a thick pile, there is no need to worry about the paper in a short time.

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