CH 32.1

Deeper in the mountain forest, Shen Xuanqing also found a place to eat dry food. He took out the cloth bun  from the basket. The pancakes were already cold, but his heart was warm.

As for the small purple belly crabs at the bottom, most of them were alive. He picked out a dozen or so and scrubbed them clean. He was going to fry a plate for Shen Xuanqing to try something new, and put the rest in a bucket, sprinkled some salt and raised them for two days. He also used bamboo plaques to buckle and press the wood to prevent them from climbing out.

The newly picked black mushrooms was edible, so he took out a bamboo plaque and put it on to dry, and soaked it to eat after drying.

He made some bamboo baskets last time, but he felt that they were not enough for such a use. No wonder there were so many bamboo plaques in the homes of the people who gather herbs and mountain products in the village to dry.

There were still some bamboo strips from the previous two days, so he would have to weave some more when he was free tomorrow.