Liu Qingshan took off the cotton shoes from his feet and changed into the big slut that his master threw.

The shiny is a kind of leather boot in winter at that time. Most of them were made of cowhide. There were half a circle of delicate pleats on the upper, and a kind of grass must be fed in the shoes.

Yes, this kind of grass is the famous squid grass.

Guandong Mountain, the Three Sects of Treasures, Ginseng mink marten squid grass.

This ginseng mink fur is not affordable for ordinary people, and only this ginger grass is the treasure of the people.

This grass grows on the tower trunks of the meadow, clustered in clusters, seemingly slender, but soft and tough. After drying, it is beaten in winter and put into the boots. Even if it stands in the snow shell for a long time, it will not freeze its feet.

Of course, without squid grass, you can also apply some corn skin, but the warmth effect will be much worse.

The pair of large sluts worn by Liu Qingshan are obviously more particular. They are high-waisted boots, and the outside is not leather, but hairy.

Asked the master, the mute grandfather gestured and said: It is made of fur from Bandahan. Walking in the snow, it doesn’t touch any snow at all.

Putting on the big slut and then putting on leggings, the mute grandfather and Liu Qingshan both carried a bag and leaned on a thick wooden stick in their hands, and then set off.

"Master, don't you take a gun?"

Liu Qingshan was a little worried. In winter, wild animals had difficulty finding food and their eyes were green. Don’t put them on the mat.

Grandpa mute smiled and gestured a few times: Walking in the mountains and forests is based on real skills, what's the use of using that fire stick?

Fire stick?

Well, this is the first time Liu Qingshan has heard someone call a hunting rifle a fire stick. Master is really called a master and a brave man.

The two hunting dogs walked slowly in front of them, and they rarely barked. As for the remaining half-big dogs and Xiao Hei, they were all left in the woodcut.

The mountains and forests in winter feel extremely quiet. The snow in the forests and the usual places are not over the ankles, and some low-lying places are even directly to the knees.

Occasionally, there will be a light crackling sound, which is caused by the snow crushing the dead branches. It can be heard particularly clearly in the quiet forest.

Liu Qingshan looked around while walking, and saw the mute grandfather frowned, stretched out his big slap with his hands, and slapped his dog-skin hat.

Liu Qingshan was a little confused when he was photographed. He didn't know why his master took action when he was walking well.

Grandpa mute pointed at the tree with his hand and then pointed at the snow. Only then did Liu Qingshan notice that along the way, Grandpa mute would leave a mark on the tree every time he walked dozens of steps.

He understood a little: Doing this can prevent you from getting lost.

There is also the snow that looks like a vast white area, but in fact there are animal footprints of different sizes and shapes on it.

The first lesson that the mute grandfather taught Liu Qingshan was to identify animal footprints and feces.

Liu Qingshan was completely convinced, because from these footprints, his master could even distinguish the male and female of the wild beasts, and he could roughly determine when he passed by, half a day ago or three days ago.

When he got here, he felt that he suddenly became a primary school student and had to learn everything from scratch.

Fortunately, his mind is mature and he studies hard with his master. When he encounters something he doesn’t understand, he likes to dig into the bottom line.

Along the way, the mute grandfather was also very happy and always smiled.

"Master, this is a group of wild boars. I count, how many should be there."

Liu Qingshan made rapid progress. After checking his footprints, he gestured with his eight characters.

Grandpa mute nodded with satisfaction. There were indeed eight wild boar family, including big and small.

Woo... Woo...

The hunting dog in front made a low cry, as if reminding something.

The mute grandfather came to a stone slap, raised the wooden stick in his hand, poked it a few times in a snow nest, and then a hole appeared.

If you look closely, there are still wisps of heat coming out of the snow cave.

"Bear's nest?"

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Grandpa mute waved his hand and then gestured a few times before Liu Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out that it is not a blind bear who is hibernating, but the name is also covered with the word "bear", which is a mink bear.

Although mink bears are also called bears, they are actually from the Weasel family and are close relatives to weasels.

The mute grandfather asked Liu Qingshan to go to the snow cave and smell it. Sure enough, there was a smell of bad smell.

The mink bear is a semi-hibernating animal. The entrance of the cave is covered with heavy snow, and it is inevitable that the cave is breathing poorly, so the mute grandfather has to help clear the entrance of the cave again.

Is this... considered doing a good thing?

Liu Qingshan thought the master was quite interesting: Grandpa mute also hunts some wild beasts in the forest, but he also protects them. Isn’t this a bit contradictory?

The master and apprentice continued to walk forward. After walking for a while, Liu Qingshan was panting. On the other hand, the mute grandfather was still like a leisurely walk and was not tired at all.

The hunting dog in front made another low cry, and the mute grandfather led Liu Qingshan to a big tree that needed two or three people to hug and stopped.

Liu Qingshan saw a big tree hole at a glance.

The master pointed to the tree hole, and he looked up and saw some white frost hanging on it.

He understood that there must be goods in the cave, and the heat he breathed would condense into frost above the entrance of the cave.

"Master, this must be a black blind man, right?"

Liu Qingshan is now sure, and in their place, this is called "squatting".

A tree hole is like a big warehouse, and a black bear hibernates inside, so it is called a squatting warehouse.

Generally speaking, bears on the sunny slope like to squat in the tree hole, which is called Tiancang; those on the shaded slope like to hibernate through the ground hole, which is called "Dicang".

This is also the easiest time to hunt bears. Of course, Master will definitely not kill the bears if he leads Liu Qingshan.

Grandpa mute carefully looked around the tree hole, then smiled and shook his head, and gestured a few more times.

What, the big bear?!

Liu Qingshan felt his legs were even softer: "Master, let's retreat first!"

The horse bear is named because it is huge and has a big horse face.

Because I like to stand up and sway like a human, I also call it a bear.

Of course, its scientific name is the most well-known: Brown Bear!

Think about it, a big brown bear is asleep in the tree hole. Who doesn’t have the liver trembling?

Brown bears are really a brute. Even Siberian tigers dare not provoke them. They are definitely qualified to be king in the forest.

The mute grandfather waved his hand with a smile, put his ear on the tree trunk, listened for a while, then nodded with satisfaction, and then took Liu Qingshan away.

After walking out for a few hundred meters, Liu Qingshan secretly breathed a sigh of relief: This quiet forest is not as quiet as it appears, and I don’t know how many dangers are hidden in the dark?

It was flapping, and a sound of flapping wings came from above my head.

Liu Qingshan looked up and saw a flock of birds of pigeons flying to the ground not far away.

pheasant?

Then he shook his head himself. The bird was obviously smaller than a pheasant. Its feathers were similar to those of a wooden pheasant, not fancy at all. The most important thing was that it did not have such a long tail.

He suddenly thought of something and spit out: "Flying Dragon!"

Grandpa mute nodded, and Liu Qingshan became a little uneasy: the rare birds on the mountain should be the best of flying dragons.

As the saying goes, no one has eaten the dragon meat in the sky, but the flying dragon is definitely delicious.

The scientific name of Feilong is called Huatail Hazel Rooster. It likes to eat pine seeds and various small forest insects.

It is said to be very delicious if it is used to hang soup. Anyway, Liu Qingshan has never tasted it before.

Seeing his apprentice, he almost drooled. A loving smile appeared on the mute grandfather's face. He just reached out to pat Liu Qingshan's head, and then led him to continue walking in the forest.

After walking, Liu Qingshan's legs were like a lead filling, and he seemed to be unconscious. He just walked mechanically in the snow.

The mute grandfather had no intention of stopping at all, and still walked slowly. He knew that the sky was dark and then stopped in a clearing in the forest.

In this open space, another woodcut appeared, but this wood house in the forest looks even more old.

It turns out that there is still a place to rest here!

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but feel excited. He kept wondering: Where to stay at night, you can't sleep in the heavy snow shell. If that happens, you will probably be hard when you wake up tomorrow morning.

The wooden house was not locked, just by using iron wire to pin the door, and when entering the house, there were candles, stoves, outside the wooden house, firewood, wood steaks, etc., they were all available.

When the fire broke out, the candlelight was lit, and the cold air was immediately dispelled. Liu Qingshan felt that he was alive again.

There was still rice in the jar, which was sealed very tightly. When Liu Qingshan was washing rice and steaming rice, he saw the mute grandfather coming back from outside, carrying two birds in his hand.

Looking at the mottled feathers on the bird's body, Liu Qingshan was stunned again: This should be the flying dragon, how did the master catch it?

The mute grandfather gestured a few times: At night, Feilong pierced into the snow shell and went to sleep, so he grabbed two of them and came back to make soup.

It's easy to say, but if it was so easy to catch it, it would have been caught long ago.

Liu Qingshan felt that there were too many things he needed to learn.

In fact, what you should learn most is the master’s not greed: a group of flying dragons caught two of them.

If you take, take it, and if you give up, give up. Even if you change it to Liu Qingshan, who has developed the concept of animal protection in his mind, it is probably difficult to do it.

At least he was thinking: Can you get a few more to try for your family?

After the bird's feathers faded, the rest was left to the master to cook, and Liu Qingshan learned it aside.

I saw the mute grandfather adding a few scoops of water to the pot, throwing two clean flying dragons into it, covering the pot and cooking it.

After the pot was opened, throw a small handful of Schisandra chinensis in it, and when it was about to be released, add a little salt. It was that simple.

Liu Qingshan roughly understood this: the better the ingredients, the simpler the processing method.

At the beginning of supper, each person had a large bowl of hot Feilong Soup. Liu Qingshan took a sip and kept hissing and pumping the air conditioner.

This is not scalded, but fresh, as if the essence of the entire forest was nurtured in this mouthful of soup.

Grandpa mute looked at his disciple's stupid appearance and started to gesture to him: Over the years, flying dragons have become increasingly rare, just try them occasionally.
Chapter completed!