Late at night, beside the fire.

Two shiny roasted chickens were mounted on the fire, and the grease dripping from time to time fell into the fire and made a sizzling sound.

Mo Xin's little head looked at the backpack behind Chu Hao from time to time, her face was full of distractedness, and her pair of willow eyebrows were also tightly locked together, looking adorable.

"Brother, baby tigers will starve to death if they don't eat breasts." Mo Xin flashed her eyes and looked at Mo Feng and said weakly.

Mo Feng was also quite helpless and rubbed Mo Xin's head and said, "Don't worry, I'll go to the mountains and forests to make some traps to see if I can catch a doe or something, and feed some milk to the little tiger."

Suddenly, a hint of joy flashed in Mo Xin's eyes, and she nodded vigorously and said, "Yeah, yeah."

It was already early in the morning when the moon was full and it was already early, and Mo Feng came back with his tired body.

He brought some ropes in his inventory and made some simple rope covers, just to see if he could catch one or two female doe musk deer or musk deer.

In a blink of an eye, it was dawn the next day.

Mo Xin carried a bamboo basket on her back, and Mo Feng carried the tiger that was nearly 300 kilograms. It was not difficult to carry this thing with his overlord physique, but the roads in the mountains and forests were rugged, so it was difficult to get on.

As for the two behind, they were originally holding a female muskie, but because of Mo Xin's sympathy, they could only let a few little guys eat and then release them. Mo Feng was also bitter and helpless about this.

Along the way, the two followed the previous route and returned again. This time, Mo Feng was even more careful and kept scanning the surroundings, but there were also good things like wild ginseng. After all, this thing is not cheap in the future, and it can be easily accessible for dozens or millions.

In the end, God paid off. Before Mo Feng returned to the village, he dug two more wild ginseng trees. Although the food was a little worse than before, it was not a bargain.

Actually, I think it is true that Taihang Mountain has existed for so many years, and their place is also in the deep mountains and forests. Hunters often dare not come in. People who take shelter here are not very interested in wild ginseng, so it is better to hunt sambar and wild boar. After all, the effect of wild ginseng is not very useful to them.

You should know that the effect of the King of Herbs is not a joke. These mountain people who are not full and don’t wear warm will be weak and not be replenished. If you take it out of the mountain to sell it, it is even more nonsense. First of all, how can you go out? Travel through mountains and rivers and travel through the jungle where beasts are everywhere for half a month? I guess one ten people can go out.

Moreover, it took more than half a month to go out and go back and forth. It would be fine if my family didn't worry about it. I was most afraid that the things would be snatched by the aristocratic family and beaten to death. It was precisely because of this that the hunters would not pay too much attention to wild ginseng when they entered the mountain.

When we returned to the hillside, the sun was about to set, and at this moment, the hunting team in the mountains was back. More than a dozen men had smiles on their faces and surrounded by women and children.

The prey on the side was quite abundant, with a large wild boar, a few sam deer, muskwood, etc., but they were all gone, and the rest were some pheasants, which looked very good.

At this time, one of the strong men took the bamboo basket and poured out many dark crystal stones from it. At the same time, he said with relief: "This time is not bad. I have made a lot of stone salt, which should be enough to eat for a while!"

Not far away, Mo Feng was stunned for a moment, and then his sword eyebrows tightened. Stone salt? Although there were stone salts in later generations, they were all finely processed. At this time, these were probably directly crushed or even directly cooked in clear soup.

This kind of stone salt contains various impurities, which is not only harmful to the body, but also short-lived by eating too much. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is poison intestinal tissue. However, Mo Feng also knew that they had to eat these things in this environment. People without salt will be weak all over, and they will die faster by then.

A few women and children had a smile on their faces, and one of them came back to their senses from the joy. Yu Guang saw Mo Feng not far away and couldn't help but chuckled and shouted: "Boy of the Mo family, come here to get a piece of stone salt!"

"Uh, no, there are still some at home!" Mo Feng refused politely, then put down the tiger behind his back with one hand, and said lightly: "I went to the forest to kill a big worm. Everyone should eat it in every detail!"

Mo Feng knew that it would be a waste if they couldn't finish it, and it was a waste to allocate it to the villagers.

"Big Worm?" said, and more than a dozen big men not far away were stunned. When they turned their eyes and saw their chins almost fell to the ground. The women and children were even more shocked, with an indescribable expression.

Then, several big men came forward to look at it, then raised their thick eyebrows and shouted, "Xiao Feng, did you catch it with a trap? This big worm has no skin trauma."

"Uh, I," Mo Feng pondered for a moment. It might not be a bad thing to show strength at this time, and immediately continued: "I hit it with my fist."

"Oh~, it turned out to be hit with a fist." The man who was speaking stopped abruptly, and everyone trembled in an instant. He looked at Mo Feng in a trembling voice and said, "Use, hit with a fist?"

"Of course, my brother is amazing." Mo Xin saw that everyone didn't believe it, so she couldn't help but raise her head proudly and said.

After rolling his throat, a big man touched the somewhat deformed tiger's spine, and couldn't help but pursed his lips bitterly. Then he looked at Mo Feng with admiration and said astonished: "Xiao, Xiao Feng, when did you become so powerful that you can fight the tiger redly?"

In their impression, tigers are one of the most dangerous animals in the jungle. If they meet, three or five people with weapons will not dare to say they will retreat unstoppable. But Mo Feng can actually fight with tigers in hand? This must be placed outside the mountain, but it can be a general.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the mountain people at Mo Feng changed slightly. Since ancient times, the strong have been respected, let alone in the deep mountains and jungles. If there is a hero who can fight for tigers in their mountain village, then there is no need to be bullied by other surrounding mountain villages.

"Xiao Feng, Uncle Wang is going to help you peel this big worm and ensure you have a complete tiger skin." After saying that, Wang Zhan called on several other hunters to help him carry the tiger away.

"Uncle Wang, please keep the tiger bone for me!" Mo Feng pursed his lips and said with a wry smile.

"Tiger bone? What do you want this thing to do?" Wang Zhan was curious at first, and then nodded, "Don't worry, tiger bones are not a good thing, I'll send it to you later."

Suddenly, Mo Feng was messy in the wind alone, and the muscles on the corners of his mouth twitched hard, and murmured: "No, it's not a good thing? Is this cat too annoying? What's worth 20,000 yuan per gram and has no market price is not a good thing in the eyes of these people?"

And looking at the sighing expressions of these people, I was about to drink bone soup? When I thought of this, Mo Feng was sweating for a winery that sold tiger bone wine in later generations. The winery had been soaking a piece of tiger bone bone in almost 30 years, and the business was still booming. But these mountain people used it to stew bone soup to drink?

With awkward smile, Mo Feng pulled Mo Xin and walked towards their dilapidated room. Next, Mo Feng was ready to go back to his future life and came here for six days. The time was not short. (The time ratio depends on the plane where the protagonist is located. For example, in later life, the time ratio is also 12/1 compared with the time at the end of the Han Dynasty)

Then, after nightfall, Mo Feng quietly took out some of the items in his inventory and put them in his backpack and buried them in the back mountain. No matter how you say the inventory, you can't waste it. Then, he entered some items he needed to bring into his mobile phone, considering going to buy them when he came over again.

In addition, Mo Feng's storage bay carries three wild ginseng and a small tiger. Mo Feng wants to try whether this thing can be brought to future generations.

Afterwards, he lay on the bamboo bed, and his wrist writing slowly printed on his forehead. He felt a little dazzling. When he opened his eyes, he was already in the rented hut.

My palm hit my dizzy head, and I fell to the ground, so I should undoubtedly be my soul.

After looking at the sunny outside the window, Mo Feng couldn't help but turn on the Internet and corrected the time. Sure enough, more than ten hours have passed.

Then, several wild ginseng trees were taken out, and the baby tiger looked dizzy and was not in good condition. However, they were still alive.

This scene really made Mo Feng ecstatic. You should know that the South China tiger is listed as one of the top ten near-end species. No wild South China tiger has been found since 1996. According to international treaties, no traces of wild South China tigers have been found in more than 20 years, and it will be officially declared extinction.

He put the little tiger in the house and made some water. Then Mo Feng was going out to buy a few brocade boxes for wild ginseng and some milk powder.

On the way, Mo Feng poked his phone and took a few pictures of himself fighting with his tiger with his bare hands. He threw them into his circle of friends with no words, only two with sunglasses and a raised expression on his lips.

However, just a few minutes after leaving, my cell phone was shocked. I clicked on it and my college roommate Wu Fei.

"Fengzi, you, meow, aren't you going to film??" There were two thrilling expressions behind it.

Without waiting for Mo Feng to reply, there was one more thing immediately below, which was Wang Chuanfa, the smallest dormitory and the most A-stations.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that Fengzi has definitely sold P stocks, and probably has sold them more than once. Looking at the camera, at least he is also the third male number!" Then, there was a series of sinister smiles behind him, which was very vulgar.

"Uh," Mo Feng suddenly felt a black thread, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Sell your sister's P-shares. Are you all so idle?"

"I'm idle, I'm going to die of hardship every day!" Wu Fei replied immediately, with two helpless expressions.

Before Mo Feng could reply, Jiang Mengdie sent two pitiful expressions, "Mo Feng, where is your crew? It will be May Day in a few days. Can I go live broadcasting? I promise not to cause trouble for you."

"Uh, me, this," Mo Feng didn't know how to speak. Although Jiang Mengdie looked pretty good and was also a college classmate, Mo Feng had a girlfriend in college and was not familiar with her, and he didn't contact her later. And the key point is that Te Meow doesn't have a crew!

"No, it doesn't matter, I can understand." Jiang Mengdie immediately replied with a message. Although she was a little disappointed, she also knew that the crew could not go there casually.

At this time, Wang Chuan replied in a silence: "Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe, and he has to make a public announcement today."

After saying that, Wang Chuan threw several pictures directly on Weibo and posted a title: After graduating from college, he was transported to Beijing by a mysterious rich woman. When he played the third male lead, he suddenly encountered a tiger and fought with bare hands!
Chapter completed!