It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 229

Jiang Yan used the cliff fruit oil lamp for several days in a row. She found that in addition to the advantage of less smoke, it also had an incomparable advantage - long burning time.

With almost the same amount of lamp oil, cliff fruit oil can burn for half an hour longer than sesame oil.

For ordinary people who are reluctant to light the lamp for more than a few dozen breaths and want to blow it out, this means they can use it for an extra month or two, which is great value.

Jiang Yan also felt that it was a great profit. She didn't have to plant the cliff fruits, she could just pick them up from the mountains.

Especially since there was half a basket piled up in the utility room, weighing about twenty kilograms, Jiang Yanguang laughed out loud just thinking about it.

Taking advantage of the sunny weather, Jiang Yan moved the ceramic basin from the kitchen outside the house, put a thick straw mat at the bottom of the basin, and covered it with a homemade ice bucket.

She had finished eating one crop of bean sprouts, and the second crop was also sprouting, but the cabbage had not grown much in two or three days after it had sprouted a few small leaves.

Jiang Yan pulled apart a few plants and took a closer look. The roots were not rotten. He thought that it was probably because they did not get enough sunlight.

But without glass or plastic film to block the cold, Jiang Yan tried many methods before making an ice bucket.

She squinted at the sunlight overhead, hoping it wouldn't melt her bucket.

After observing for a while, Jiang Yan returned to the house, took out a bamboo basket, a small bow and a tube of wooden arrows, and walked towards the back mountain.

She hadn't had any meat for about a month, and these past few days she had been craving it so much that she couldn't sleep late at night.

Jiang Yan had been trying to suppress her craving for two days without success, and she knew that this was her body's warning of a shortage.

The closest butcher shop to Dongshan Village is in the next village next to the next village next to the next village. There used to be several closer butcher shops, but after several military campaigns, no one took over the butchering business.

Perhaps it was because the shop had a monopoly in the village. Jiang Yan heard that the meat from that shop was not fresh enough and that they liked to take advantage of new customers. She was worried that she would be ripped off if she went there alone.

Therefore, Jiang Yan planned to check whether there were any small animals that had fallen into the traps in the back mountain. If not, he would have no choice but to send himself to be slaughtered or go to the county town to buy meat.

Jiang Yan first checked the traps at the entrance to the village, and as expected, there was nothing.

As she continued to explore along the road towards Tiankeng Mountain, Jiang Yan suddenly held her breath. She found a pair of pheasants in the forest ahead.

Jiang Yan approached cautiously. Her archery had only been practiced for short-distance static accuracy. If the arrow was shot farther away, there was an 80% chance that it would miss the target.

The pheasant seemed to sense the approaching danger and flapped its wings to fly away.

Jiang Yan chased after him, drew his bow and shot without thinking.

The wooden arrows flew around the pheasants, startling them and making them cluck and squawk, with feathers flying everywhere, but it didn't seem to have even scratched their skin.

It was almost over. Jiang Yan lost his composure and after he had used up all the wooden arrows in his quiver, he picked up the wooden stick he had been leaning on to climb the mountain and threw it over.

"Click--" The end of the wooden stick brushed against the wing of one of the pheasants, causing it to lose balance and fall in mid-air.

Seeing it flapping its wings a few times but failing to fly, it was about to run away. Jiang Yan rushed over anxiously, grabbed its long tail feathers and pulled it back.

Jiang Yan held down the struggling pheasant, feeling a bit scared. She almost let the meat slip away.

Jiang Yan tied up the pheasant with a hemp rope. Seeing that its beak was still trying to peck him, he hung it upside down on the other end of a wooden stick and carried it away.

With the pheasant, Jiang Yan was very happy even though he checked most of the remaining traps and found nothing.

Even though the chicken she ate that night was a little sticky and the chicken soup wasn't delicious enough, her mood didn't change at all.

As he was eating, Jiang Yan quietly added another task to himself - to go up the mountain to hunt regularly.