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The next morning, Wen Jingrong prepared breakfast for the three before carrying her bamboo basket into the deep mountains. Murong Mingzhu leaned against the window as he watched her back get further and further away. In the end, he was swallowed up by the thick green ink and couldn't see anymore. He then sat back on the bed and let out a sigh for some reason.

"Er Bao, don't worry. Little Treasure is very skilled. He will be back soon." Wu steel pricked his ears and heard his movements. It was unknown if these comforting words were for Murong Mingzhu or for himself.

Murong Mingzhu couldn't help but twitch his mouth. Who told him to not remember his name? Thus, without his consent, the two siblings stuck the name Er'Bao on his head according to their age. Strictly speaking, Murong Mingzhu was already 23 years old, 4 years older than Niu Dabao. However, he had a delicate body and was well-maintained. He looked a bit more tender than the roughly raised Wu Tie.

He could not remember his name. The Niu siblings could not feed him all day long, so they gave him a 0: 00 code name just like that. However, Murong Mingzhu actually liked the name of "Er Bao", and he didn't show as much resistance on the surface.

Wen Jingrong wandered around the mountains for more than two hours before she came out. This time, her luck was pretty good. Not only had she picked a basket full of mushrooms, she also found a rabbit hole. After half an hour, she had already harvested five small rabbits, each of which weighed more than a jin. On the way back, she even found a patch of wild yam vine. After digging a bit, she dug out some yam that was as thick as her arm. She also picked some yam eggs from the yam vine, just enough to plant some in the front and back of the house.

She carefully noted down the location of these ivy. If it was stored properly, it could last for a long time at a temperature of 1 to 4 degrees Celsius. If there was not enough food, it could save lives.

Wen Jingrong's return to the cabin was delayed. Seeing her return, the two men heaved a sigh of relief. However, she wasn't paying attention to this. She picked out a rabbit from the pile that she caught today and asked Niu Dabao to heat up some hot water while she carried the knife and poured the salt water into a big bowl. She quickly wiped the rabbit's neck. The rabbit in Wen Jingrong's hand struggled to kick its hind legs a few times. As the rabbit's blood was almost drained dry, it gradually stopped moving.

Murong Mingzhu had witnessed her entire movement. When his eyes touched her turning gaze, he saw the calmness in her eyes and the guilty dodging. His heart couldn't help but thump loudly.

Wen Jingrong took his guilt as fear and turned her head to look at the blood on her hands as she killed the rabbit. She could not help but smile helplessly. If she just looked at the other girls and felt that she couldn't do anything, she and Niu Dabao would have already been frozen to death and starved to death. Besides, shouldn't a cute rabbit be reduced to food on the table? What about that unlovable pheasant and wild boar?

After letting out the rabbit's blood, Wen Jingrong carefully took out the rabbit's skin and scraped off the flesh and blood on it. After washing it with water, she used the bamboo strip to hang it outside the house to dry. This rabbit was too small to sell leather, so he might as well make it with his own salt. When he had enough leather, he would make a pair of leather gloves for Niu Dabao.

At this time, the water in the pot had already boiled. Wen Jingrong poured half a cup of hot water and threw the sliced rabbit meat into the water. After scalding the blood, she didn't cut it into pieces and threw it into the pot. She chopped it into ginger slices and poured some rice wine and salt into the pot to taste it. She also put the rabbit blood into the steamer, and after a while, it was steamed by the steam coming from the pot.

Murong Mingzhu had been curiously watching her movements. It was a new experience for him to be able to eat animal blood.

She poured the steamed blood out of the bowl, sliced it into thick slices, and threw it into the big pot. She stewed the meat along with the blood for a while, and when she sprinkled the spring onions on top of the pot, the entire house was filled with the fresh aroma of rabbit meat soup.

Murong Mingzhu wasn't hungry at all, but after being hooked by the smell, his stomach became empty again.

Wen Jingrong put the boiled rabbit meat into the soup bowl, changed the pot, and cooked rice to fish. In his previous life, Wen Jingrong came from a village in the south. People in the village loved to fish for rice, half for porridge, and the other half for food. Not only can it satisfy the different tastes of the family, the porridge cooked like this is even more fragrant, and the rice steamed out has a much stronger taste.

When she was young, she had lived in the countryside for a long time. Because her family wanted another boy, this situation was beyond normal, so Wen Jingrong was sent to her grandmother's house in the countryside by her parents. It wasn't until her grandmother died in middle school that she was brought home by her parents. The awkward life of an outsider still hurt him to think about it.

Wen Jingrong didn't want to let herself think too much, so she turned around and started to peel some yam, putting the cut yam section aside for later. When the water in the pot boiled, the rice grains swelled up a lot, she only scooped half of the rice and put it into the steamer, then threw the yam section into the pot. It just so happens that it can make yam porridge, replenish Qi, and improve the spleen.

During lunch, since there were no tables, the three of them each took up a corner of their own, eating from their own rice bowls. Since Niu Dabao had already moved into the back room, there was no need to leave the front room empty. Wen Jingrong did as she was told. After washing the dishes, she went to the room at the back and took out the round table, placing it not far from Murong Mingzhu's bed. He tried his best to avoid Niu Dabao's range of motion while taking care of the inconvenience of his legs.

But there were still two more suitable stools. Wen Jingrong looked at the two old benches that had been flipped over from the back of the house. They occupied too much space in the front room, so it was easy for her to trip Niu Dabao. She thought that she would be going to the village today to find a new bed. She remembered to ask the carpenter to make two new stools together, the length of which would fit right under the round table. She calculated the length and width of the stools, and she had a rough idea.

Carrying the harvest she had gotten from climbing the mountain today, Wen Jingrong put down a fish basket at the mouth of the creek in the mountain pond. She walked around the house of the Ox-Carpenter, gave him 500 copper coins as a deposit, and then walked towards the Green Stone Town. After fifteen, without the bazaar, the villagers would normally not run into the town. Without an oxcart, she could only walk to the town. It would take her an hour or two to get there, but Wen Jingrong was already used to it. When they were training, they had to carry loads for a day or two.

When Aunt Wang received the report from the gatekeeper, she was slightly surprised. When she saw the fresh mushrooms that Wen Jingrong brought, she couldn't help but smile in satisfaction. When she saw the four snow-white rabbits in her basket, her eyes lit up. Today's trip was not in vain.

When the gatekeeper escorted her out, Wen Jingrong gave him a dozen copper coins as usual. Wen Jingrong gave him a dozen copper coins as usual. Wen Jingrong walked out of the door and opened the oil paper bag to take a look. It was six red bean cake the size of mahjong cards. She pinched a piece and tasted it. It was too oily and too sweet. The oil and sugar they bought outside couldn't be forgiven. It should have been made in their own kitchen.

However, Niu Dabao would definitely like something that she doesn't feel good about. Sugar and oil were luxury goods for ordinary people these days. As for the pampered young master in his family, he probably didn't even like this sort of food.