Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

After leaving the space, the first thing I saw was Chang Wei calling for blessing.

wrong,

Stringed together.

It's a flattery beating up the old monkey king.

A one-on-one sycophant is definitely no match for the Old Monkey King. There is no doubt about this. His physique is there.

However, after what happened yesterday, the flatterer seemed to be smarter. This time it actually recruited a few human (monkey) hands, and four monkeys attacked the old monkey king together.

Now the old monkey king is no match. He was beaten by the sycophants and others. He looks like the pig head played by Yue Yunpeng, and his whole face is almost square.

Zhizhi!

Seeing Gu Siwei coming out, the flatterer who beat up the old monkey king immediately ran over and diligently helped Gu Siwei pick a persimmon from the tree.

Gu Siwei didn't eat this, but he took it and gave it back to the flatterer.

Regardless of the group of monkeys, Gu Siwei came to the edge of the cliff and stretched his head to look at the river below.

"Huh!"

Stretching his head, Gu Siwei discovered a strange thing, that is, there was a crack on the top of the mountain. This thing did not exist last night. Gu Siwei remembered this very clearly.

Not only is there an extra crack, the cliff also forms a winding hillside from top to bottom. A stream of water flows out from the crack, along the winding hillside to the lowest stone platform, and then forms a small waterfall from the ground.

The entire distance is almost several hundred meters, and the slope is very gentle. It's like a small stream hanging in mid-air.

"My dear, are you so awesome?"

Gu Siwei felt that this thing must be related to the spring water he poured yesterday.

He really wasn't wrong. He was generally right, with just a few minor mistakes. The persimmon tree grows so well on the mountain because there was water in the mountain originally, and the groundwater reaches the roots of the persimmon tree along the original cracks in the mountain.

When he watered the tree, it swelled like crazy. The roots of the persimmon tree were already large and luxuriant, but this directly squeezed the mountain away, allowing the spring water in the mountain to flow out.

Once the mountain splits, the magic of nature begins. Water begins to flow down along the low-lying areas, naturally forming this winding hillside that leads from the top to the bottom.

Out of curiosity, Gu Siwei walked down the hillside. When he reached the bottom, about three or four meters away from the bottom of the river bed, there was a cliff. It was a straight cliff. It was not easy for ordinary people to get down and up.

There is no difficulty for Gu Siwei. Nowadays, this guy doesn’t need to do special effects in post-production when shooting a live-action version of Tarzan. It’s just that it’s hard to show it to outsiders.

Just as he was about to walk back, a beautiful sound came into Gu Siwei's ears.

What! What!

"I@#￥ @!"

Gu Siwei's spirit was lifted.

This is a sheep.

When he thought of sheep, Gu Siwei immediately thought of mutton kebabs and the delicious taste sprinkled with cumin, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Searching in the direction of the sheep's cry, Gu Siwei soon discovered these cuties.

When he found the place where these little cuties were staying, he immediately understood why these guys were shouting arrogantly during the day. All these bastards were standing on the cliff, which was almost at right angles to the ground.

Not to mention predatory animals, even humans would not be able to climb such a cliff without the aid of tools.

Baa, baa!

The goats not far across the way also discovered Gu Siwei, but these guys were obviously not afraid of Gu Siwei, and passed information between small groups as if no one else was around.

There are five or six sheep in this group on the cliff. They are all big sheep. The horns on the top of each head are very big, almost bending into a closed circle.

In terms of their size, each one weighs dozens of kilograms, and Gu Siwei's conservative estimate is that they weigh at least thirty kilograms.

Looking at these walking mutton skewers, Gu Siwei's mouth almost turned into a river.

action!

Gu Siwei didn't even think about it, and rushed towards the cliff with a sprint. When he landed, he stepped on the space. When he came out, he went straight to the sheep standing on the cliff.

While swallowing, he switched back and forth between space and the cliff.

After almost a minute, Gu Siwei stood in the middle of the cliff and grabbed a Thuja tree.

This thing will be worth a lot of money when it is hyped in the future, but now it is just an ordinary tree, just a tree growing on the cliff.

"What the hell! Where are my mutton skewers?"

When he arrived at the place, Gu Siwei looked around and found that the sheep was gone, not even the wool.

Sheep can run, and sheep are very alert.

If there was no such vigilance, the sheep would have been extinct long ago, or in other words, the villagers of Shimo Village would have hunted them to extinction, and it would not be Gu Siwei's turn.

Just when Gu Siwei fell to the bottom of the valley and rushed to the bottom of the cliff, the sheep on the cliff had already sensed the danger, jumped back on the cliff a few times, and then disappeared.

When the sheep disappeared, Gu Siwei had just climbed less than five meters up the cliff, which shows how alert these herbivores are in nature.

Gu Siwei didn't find the sheep, but he didn't plan to go down.

As he often watches the animal world, he feels that these sheep will definitely come back. As long as he can get within ten meters of them, he can capture them into the space.

A stupid idea, but it works.

So Gu Siwei prepared to wait and wait for the goats.

While thinking about mutton skewers, Gu Siwei shrank in the space and stayed with his rabbit.

An hour passed,

Two hours passed,

Four hours passed.

Gu Siwei can't wait any longer!

Cursing as he descended to the bottom of the valley, Gu Siwei prepared to go back to the persimmon tree. This time he planned to communicate with the monkeys and see what else was delicious nearby.

In such a big mountain, and when the ecology has not been destroyed on a large scale, there must be something to eat, and there may even be something to eat as food.

Not counting the stuff that the villagers are knocking all day long, that stuff tastes like crap. Not only is it tasteless, but you can't eat too much. If you eat too much, you won't be able to poop, and you'll get constipated.

If he was really injured, it would not be unusual for him to be choked to death with the current medical conditions.

Returning to the top of the cliff opposite, Gu Siwei found that the monkey group was still there, and the flatterer was still licking his dog enthusiastically. Even the three monkeys picked out by the flatterer had flattering expressions on their faces.

However, none of them understood what Gu Siwei said to them. They just picked persimmons for Gu Siwei stupidly.

"Forget it, it's hard for you too."

Gu Siwei was a little angry, but there was nothing he could do with these monkeys.

It’s not the monkey’s fault. Gu Siwei’s idea was a bit unnatural. He spoke Chinese to wild monkeys. If they could understand this thing, they would have started a primitive society of monkeys long ago.

After picking two persimmons from the space and padding them, Gu Siwei decided to walk further west along the river.

Not to mention the sheep, I have to bring some meat back.

When the mountain reached the valley, we continued walking west along the river bank and climbed over two small cliffs. Gu Siwei's luck came.

Not far from the river, Gu Siwei discovered a bush. There were several pheasants living in the bush. At first, the pheasants didn't seem to care about Gu Siwei, because the bushes they were hiding in were not ordinary bushes, but cloth. The thorn bushes are full of thorns, let alone humans, even small beasts have to be afraid when they come here.

Once you hide in the bushes, you usually just wait for the beast to leave.

But today, the luck of these pheasants was extremely bad. Gu Siwei, who had so much space, could dig through the bushes to catch them. As long as he carefully opened the leaves of the bushes and found where they were, these guys would be honest as soon as the idea came to him. into the space.

Going around the bushes, five fat pheasants of different sizes became Lao Gu's prey.

Pulling out the largest pheasant from the space, Gu Siwei looked at it carefully.

The pheasant is about three pounds, maybe four pounds, but this is unlikely.

What Gu Siwei picked out was a male pheasant with beautiful fur and a long tail. The neck was green, the eyes were red, and the underbelly of the body was colorful with spots.

Gu Siwei knew what breed the chicken was, but he knew that it would be very punishable after decades.

It's just that Gu Siwei doesn't have time to think about whether to be punished or not. He hasn't eaten any meat for almost a week. How can he have time to think about any messy things at this time?

It is only right to disembowel your intestines as soon as possible.

Gu Siwei doesn't have any conditions now. It's all nonsense about boiling and steaming. There are only two big pots in the village. Even if they borrow them, Gu Siwei can't use them.

So if you want to eat chicken, you can only do it wildly.

Fortunately, Gu Siwei was considered a genius. He went directly to the river to find some dirt that looked cleaner and a little oily. He wrapped the chicken that had been opened and its internal organs removed, especially the wrapped chicken. Feathers, no matter what, it's just a wipe.

After smearing a ball of mud, Gu Siwei started to light a fire and roast the chicken.

While the chicken was roasting, Gu Siwei tried to catch another fish.

I have to say that the fish in the river are a bit silly now, especially the ones in the old forest. They don't look like wild ones at all, and they are not afraid of people at all. When Gu Siwei was washing the chickens, there were one or two kilograms of fish washing at Gu Siwei. Travel around in four dimensions.

If he didn't catch it, wouldn't he be blind? So Gu Siwei caught one, disembowelled it, pierced it with branches, marinated it with salt, and roasted it on the fire.

The fish was cooked first, and Gu Siwei tasted it and found that the taste was really not that good. However, the grilled fish was always more delicious than the one cooked in the big pot in the village. So, reluctantly, Gu Siwei ate the meat on his back and belly, leaving the rest The fish meat was given to the sycophants who followed him and his small group.

After the fire was extinguished, the temperature of the ashes also dropped, and the mud egg wrapped in the pheasant cracked, Gu Siwei felt that it was almost done.

He took out the clay egg and tried to knock it with a stone. He found that the pebbles by the river couldn't deal with the clay egg, so Gu Siwei found a big one and smashed it directly at the clay egg.

The mud egg shattered in response.

The pheasant was cooked, but unfortunately it was a little overcooked. Some of the thin parts of the body were black and burnt. When the mud egg was opened, the smell that hit your nostrils was not the smell of chicken, but the smell of mustard.

It was the first time for Gu Siwei to play like this, and he didn't have any regrets. He also didn't think that he would be the best in the world for the first time. The chance of this was probably better than winning the lottery.

Although the neck and wings are inedible, there are still some areas on the body that are a bit dark, but still out of focus.

Besides, don’t be too picky at this time. It would be nice to have a piece of meat to eat.