Bai Yujun lived a decadent life of fishing and walking tigers.

The fish in the river are eaten in different ways, steamed, roasted, fried or marinated. The fat tiger has eaten all kinds of fresh live fish with more thorns and less meat. When yawning, the tiger's mouth is full of fishy smell, and it begins to change after suffering for many days. Eat crabs.

In the early morning, many farmers came to sell vegetables outside the gate. There was a great demand for food and drink from so many people in the house. The nearby villagers were worried about exploitation at first, but now they are happily doing business with the Princess House. The fair price of Princess Mansion has never deceived people.

The original morning market in the town was changed to the entrance of the Princess Mansion, which is close to the town, so there is no need to worry about bullying the market.

Other big families pay more attention, and they won't let mud legs set up stalls in front of their houses.

But a certain white prefers the kind of market fireworks, which are real and powerful, as long as you do business and abide by the rules and be honest.

There are all kinds of stalls, such as rice noodles, oil, fish, shrimp, eggs, duck eggs, wild vegetables, and herbs dug in the mountains. Some people are lucky enough to find wild honeycombs to get honey. Although the sting's face is swollen, the eyes are squeezed, but the smile is the best. happy.

Honey can be sold directly to the Princess Mansion, which is very valuable.

By the river, the fat **** climbed ashore with a bamboo basket, followed the stone steps of Diaoyutai to the gate of the compound, and came home under the curious gaze of all the villagers. The heavy bamboo basket had a lid and was filled with big river crabs.

The servants are accustomed to this, living with the ferocious and domineering giant tiger every day, and the **** will find it very cute when they see it again.

The **** handed the bamboo basket to the cook, and was not annoyed by being touched by the cook. He waited outside the house and waited for the lord to get up. He was bored and used to wash his face with his small paws. I patted and washed for a while before I remembered that I was still on the shore.

There was a fire and smoke in the kitchen, kitchen knives and cutting boards were banging, and the air was filled with a tempting aroma.

The two maids pinched the beaver's fat for a while, then giggled and ran away after the female officer reprimanded, so the person who pinched the flesh was replaced by the female officer.

Beaver Xiaodou looked up at the sky and waited quietly.

The cook wearing an apron appeared again and returned the fishy bamboo basket.

So, the **** hugged the bamboo basket and continued to look at the sky like a poet.

Waited for a long time.

Xiao Budian yawned across the threshold again and again and reached out to touch the chubby beaver's head.

"That's right, I know that I honor my lord, this is a reward for you."

With the little hand clapping twice, Beaver's head has a little more mysterious inheritance. Although it is small, it is a very considerable gain over time.

The cook and maid began to set breakfast on the table, and the **** called out twice and went home with the bamboo basket in its mouth.

The life of the little **** is simple and unpretentious.

Bai Yujun drank delicious crab meat porridge, ate eggs, squinted his eyes, and thought about changing his food. This outsider knows a lot.

He greeted the maid over, and asked casually across the windowsill while cooking.

As expected of the local people, whether on the mountain, in the water or underground, they all know all kinds of things that can be eaten.

The little maid recommended wild game, and the crickets were targeted by Bai Yujun.

The crickets are similar to crayfish. They live in pure mountain springs and creeks. They have very strict water quality requirements. They sound delicious. Bai Yujun decided to go to the mountains to catch the crickets.

He quickly took a few mouthfuls to drink up the crab meat porridge, and instructed the maid to pack some snacks for lunch.

Shouting out the window.

"Stupid tiger~ I'm going out~!"

The fat tiger who was dozing in the nest stood up in a daze, the tiger claws stretched forward and stretched hard, and he picked up the sack and saddle and put it on.

Strolling to the front yard, Bai Yujun had already changed her clothes and looked at the market outside the gate.

Fat Tiger walked behind Xiaobudian and Bai, lowered his head and opened his mouth, bit the back collar and picked up the boss.

Looking back, Bai Moulong sat on the saddle with ease.

"Go to the mountains, let's go."

With an order, Fat Tiger didn't even look at the gate, turned around and jumped over the wall, running in the rice fields along the dirt road that he was very familiar with.

The air in the morning is always cool, and the sun shines first in the cracks and valleys of the mountains, drawing the shadows of the mountains in the rice fields.

Jump over irrigation canals and run on the mountain road that the woodcutter came out of.

It is true that the tiger returns to the mountain.

There are many unknown beauties in the deep mountains. Riding a tiger passes through the wet canyon and climbs the mountain again, passing through the natural narrow stone bridge between the two mountains. Bai Yujun slid down the back of the tiger and led the fat tiger slowly across this natural bridge. , very high, looks like a stone arch bridge from a distance.

When I walk on it, I feel okay, because there are solid rocks under my feet, many small trees and weeds grow, and there is no tension in the air.

After crossing the bridge, climb up the tiger's back and continue to move forward, descending from the huge rock formation sloping on the cliff to the bottom of the valley.

Bai Yujun stood on the rocks of the mountain stream and heard the pleasant sound of running water.

"It looks like a good place to catch crickets."

The mountain streams are clear, there are shallow waters where you can step on stones to cross the river, and there are deep pools the size of a house.

Small wild fish swim fast in the water, and there are basically no big fish in the mountain springs and creeks.

The fat tiger took off the sack and posed on the boulder. The golden-graded tiger hair looked like a gold border under the light.

Bai Yujun looked left and right, got into the grass on the bank, and cut a piece of abalone, which is often used by villagers to make ropes, with a knife.

Rolling up his sleeves and trouser legs, he went into the water~lightnovelpub.net~ with all his strength, he picked up the stone, aimed it at the stone in the water and smashed it down, flipped the stone over, and several stunned small fish surfaced.

Use hemp fiber to randomly tie the small fish to the front end of the abalone rod, and the primitive cricket fishing tool is ready.

Fat Tiger poked his head and looked intently.

Bai Yujun held the abalone pole in one hand and the small fish basket in the other, and found a big rock close to the water and squatted down.

Extend the bait to the bottom of the water and stop in front of a rock that may be hiding a cricket.

Then wait patiently.

The fat tiger leaned forward curiously, the stone he stepped on made a noise, and was frightened by the fierce eyes of a certain white, and the furry tiger claws kept rubbing the stone, and the huge tiger face showed grievances.

In the quiet valley, the giant tiger is leaning on the boulder and looking down, and the little guy's back is squatting motionless by the water...

The cliff was slanted, the leaves of the old trees fell, and they swirled into the water.

Bai Yujun focused her attention on the bottom of the water and saw a few crickets being tempted to leave their hiding place.

The cricket grabbed the small fish that was entangled in the hemp fiber and refused to let go. At this time, he slowly lifted the straw, and the movements should be light. Bai Yujun didn't bring a copy net. The two crickets are thrown into the fish basket quickly, and if they are thrown slowly, they will catch their hands.

Bai Yujun excitedly continued his cricket fishing business, while Fat Tiger turned his head and closed his eyes.

It's really fun, sometimes one and sometimes two. If the reaction is slow, it will run away. How much you gain is not so important.

Unconsciously, the fish basket gradually filled up.

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