Shan Ye and Lin Chou each carried an ash tree wrapped in tarpaulin, dug a pit and planted it in the farthest part of the back mountain, and just poured a little water to finish the matter, there were still tens of thousands of leeches in it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Due to the peculiarities of maitake mushrooms, they cannot be cultivated alone in underground spaces - even if they do, maitake mushrooms that are separated from the ash tree will contain toxins and cannot be eaten.

Therefore, it can only be planted in the horns.

Needless to say, the reward for finding the second mushroom is still +1 intelligence.

Mother, beep.

After Lin Chou insisted on paying a large sum of money to the circulation point of Shan Ye and others to buy the mountain musk deer, several people were a little shameless.

The mountain master and the others discussed it, and the musk sac was dissected on the spot, and the stench was immediately permeated.

Musk has a very strong odor when first removed, and when diluted with a high degree of alcohol, it becomes an indulgent odor.

This is very similar to ambergris that has just been spit out by a sperm whale.

The musk of the mountain musk deer was obviously different from the ordinary musk, showing a dark purple grain, and the mountain master found eight dark yellow crystals the size of millet grains from it.

These crystals are the essence of musk, which is easily invisible and represents the quality of musk.

Ignoring the stench of musk on his hands, he wrapped these crystals and stuffed them to Lin Chou.

Lin Chou smiled, but he didn't shirk, this thing was what he needed.

As for hitting the mountain musk deer, Lin Chou still needs to deal with it.

Use a cold iron knife to make a small incision between the forelimbs of the musk deer, gently puncture the aortic artery, use a funnel to open the blood vessels and muscles to fix them, and stuff these crystals into the blood vessels of the musk deer.

Then peel off the musk deer's skin, dig out the internal organs, open a finger-thick round hole at the top door of the musk deer's skull, poke in an iron rod and whip it a few times, by the way, open the entire nasal cavity of the mountain musk deer, tie the hind limbs of the mountain musk deer, and hang it upside down on the giant sequoia.

After being hoisted, a white slurry slowly appeared in the nose of the musk deer, and blood that had become a little dull kept flowing out of the wound.

Musk crystals don't just dissolve in the bloodstream and go to waste, and those crystals need more time to be reabsorbed by the body of the Crashing Mountain Musk Deer.

"Don't you want this?"

The mountain master screamed a pity, and hurriedly found a basin to catch the blood.

Musk deer blood, like deer blood, is a warm tonic, although the mountain musk deer has been dead for a long time, and the blood is no longer fresh.

But this blood, with the urine nature of the mountain master, will definitely be able to find a way to sell it at a good price.

However, for Lin Chou, musk blood and brains are useless waste.

Xiao Wu waited for a long time,

"Boss Lin Linlin, my bun..."

The two bodyguards also looked at him blankly, and no one wanted to go back and look at the product of the failed chemical experiment.

Lin Chou was speechless, this person is too eyeless, didn't he see that Ben Shuai was busy, besides, he was not busy, I just came back and opened for business?

Why don't you take a good rest?

The door-to-door is a guest, and there is no reason to push it out,

"No buns today, nothing else .... I'm looking..."

There are still four air-dried salt-baked chickens left in the incubator, take them out and chop them into small pieces, put them on a plate and serve them to a few people, and then continue to be busy.

After the blood of the musk deer was almost gone, the surface gradually became a little drier, Lin Chou evenly applied rose salt to the surface of the mountain musk deer, and gently massaged it muscles in order to fully absorb the salt.

The salt should not be too much, it will affect the quality of the musk deer, it needs to be just right, and a deer only uses half a catty of salt.

The musk deer needs to be left in the shade like this for at least a month before it can be used.

The mountain master was a little puzzled, and hit the down-and-hanging mountain musk deer with a plate axe, making a piercing sound of gold and iron.

"Brother Lin, wouldn't this thing be older and harder if you made this thing into bacon?"

Lin Chou smiled and said nothing, this is just the first step to deal with.

In the sky, a huge shadow slowly fell, and the Rolling Lord sat on top of the saber-toothed bear's corpse, drooling drippingly.

This time it's really not gluttonous, but tired.

You must know that the Rolling Adult is a bear, but it doesn't have sweat glands, and it has to know its own suffering, so that the giant bear with a height of 100 meters is suspended in the air for hundreds of kilometers, even with the ability of the Rolling Adult's sixth order, it has lost half of its life.

For the time being, there was no way to deal with the giant saber-toothed bear, so it had to be dragged into the underground cold storage in the backyard for storage.

Time is the biggest enemy of deliciousness, and at the same time, it is also the best helper.

Master Shan's words reminded Lin Chou that the things he had stored were going to come in handy.

The wild boars of Montenegro have successively collected hundreds of them from the hunters, hundreds of mallards, wolfs, and pig intestines that have been sealed and stored for a year through Ma Liu's base city.

After the cataclysm, the four seasons became one season, and the heat was abnormal, but for Lin Chou, who was familiar with the seasons, the difference was still very obvious.

From the end of November until March, the average temperature during this period is about 20 degrees Celsius, the temperature difference between morning and evening is very large, and the air is relatively dry.

And this is the best time to make pickles.

Although there is no shortage of flowers and vegetation in the small restaurant, the environment is very beautiful, and the guests are constantly coming and going.

But Lin Chou always felt that the small restaurant lacked a bit of the breath of fireworks in the world after all, and it was not grounded.

In his impression, when his grandfather and father were alive, in the kitchen of his small restaurant, there were always all kinds of bacon smoked on the beams, and even the eaves of the patio were almost full.

In short, the weather is a little hotter, all kinds of bacon fermentation and reaction is more active, and the strange aroma seems to stick to the skin with the temperature, which always makes him salivate.

What's more, every time he goes out, the bears and children in the alley always sniff at him, their eyes are green and salivating, and their eyes look at Lin Chou like walking ham.

Moreover, at midnight after the rain, my father would always wake up from his deep sleep and open the large jar in the shade of the eaves to ventilate.

Those contained in it were my father's most proud baby - shrimp paste, crab juice and fish sauce.

Children are always accustomed to using one flavor to distinguish another taste, such as Lin Chou, this thing is delicious with bacon, and that thing is not delicious with bacon....

What is contained in the jar is not only his father's pride, but also Lin Chou's taste.

This is the home that Lin Chou knows.

After coming to the wilderness for two months, Lin Chou had already regarded this place as his home, as a continuation of the small restaurant in the alley.

There's nothing wrong with it, it's even pretty perfect – beautiful, free, uninhibited, and most importantly, there's plenty of circulation.

However, there is always something missing, and what Lin Chou has to do is to make up for that little bit of taste.