Vol 2 Chapter 636: Teach carefully

A figure dashed across the mountains and forests, so fast that it was impossible to tell that he still had a child in his arms.
Ping An held his neck tightly with one hand, and squeezed the stone with the other hand into the cloth bag hanging in front of his chest. If an animal shows up, he can help.
The two serious faces of the father and son looked exactly the same at this time. Hearing a humming sound not far away, his eyes lit up at the same time, and his eyes were cast in that direction.
Zhang Guoqing was not in a hurry, and asked in a low voice, "What is this?"
Ping An made a face-pig!
Zhang Guoqing gave him a thumbs up, "Be at least five hundred meters away. Let's not worry, and listen to the sounds of other animals. Before hunting, we must check the surrounding environment. Some directions are cliffs, and that place is a dead zone. With absolute certainty, it cannot pass.
Also, if there are other dangerous animals at the target location, you have to detour. Animals are actually as smart as humans. They also know how to catch cicadas by mantises, and the oriole is behind. "
Ping An nodded seriously.
"This hunting is secondary. Dad first teaches you how to use the trees around you to distinguish without a compass, how to escape when walking in the lost forest, and how to treat injuries anytime and anywhere in the event of injury. There is also a lot of first aid knowledge you have to do well. Learn. After you learn it well, you will be the master in the forest."
"Dad, you are amazing! Teach me everything."
Zhang Guoqing patted him, "I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Take your time, and Dad will take you up the mountain as soon as you have time. When you learn about it, let's find someone to go deep in the mountain together."
Ping An nodded seriously. His dad said about this, he wanted to find Grandpa Wang and them.
"The forests of the northern mountains are skilled, and I will take you to the southern forests next time. The weather there is humid, and the miasma will kill people if they are not careful. So even if you learn some skills, you can't be careless."
"I know."
Zhang Guoqing looked at the child in his arms worriedly. Where is the way for the future child? He is still young, so let him learn how to save his life first, and wait until he gets older.
Putting all these sorrows aside, Zhang Guoqing began to carefully point to the land, trees, and weeds under his feet in the surrounding environment, and teach him carefully.
This training teaches that he is not only about hunting knowledge, but also runs through the special forces field survival knowledge he has learned in his previous life, as well as the crisis self-rescue methods that the mercenaries hired have mentioned.
Zhou Jiao worked hard to come to the Northeast for the child this time, and to save himself in the crisis. Relying on Zhang Guoqing's memories and her translation of Chinese and foreign military magazines, she carefully compiled a large stack of manuals. If it weren't for worrying about the goal being too big, she would have given Zhou Xiaozheng a long time ago, but the timing is still wrong and we have to wait.
After repeated discussions between the couple, a son's high IQ does not mean that he can easily cope with the ubiquitous crisis. What my son should learn is still to learn, especially the means of self-help.
Zhang Guoqing is busy here, and Zhou Jiao in the wooden house is not relaxed. The old rusty iron pot on the big stove in the wooden house has long been stolen by someone. There is only a crock on it. The hunter bought it for the convenience of staying up and down the mountain.
However, Zhou Jiao is not in trouble because she is not short of a big iron pot. It's just that she has to clean up the small caliber made of stones, otherwise she can't press the pot.
Anyway, to clean up, Zhou Jiao simply set up a large stove in front of the house with the stone above and the corner stone, and soon the two iron pots were set up, and the burning flame allowed the fat in the pot to boil out the oil, and the fragrance filled the surrounding wooden house.
After extinguishing the flame, after half an hour, she filled a porcelain jar with oil and carefully noticed whether the porcelain jar would be heated and exploded. After a while, there was no abnormality. A bright smile appeared on her face. The warm oil is put into a large porcelain cylinder. Use the space to place the large porcelain jars on the soil kang in the house to let cool.
The enamel washbasin with big red flowers was full of lingering browned lard residue. It was placed on the soil kang so that she reached out and grabbed a small bite and quickly put it into her mouth. She quickly pinched the earlobe with her fingers.
She looked up and down the mountain road with her eyes, and found that no one appeared. Squinting to pay attention to the materials in the space, pick out the raw seafood that occupies the space one by one and put them in the pot for cooking.
Looking back at the roof on the kang, Zhou Jiao thought about putting things into space again without worry. There was nothing to do for a while. In order to watch outsiders approaching, she didn't care about the buns, and put a briquettes stove at the door, making a fire while cutting vegetables, sweating profusely.
When the sun rose to the sky, she looked worriedly at the end of the trail leading to the mountain. It's noon this meeting, don't the two of you forget to be hungry?
As time passed slowly, Zhou Jiao steamed four large pots of seafood and fry more than one dish. She was so tired that her hands were a little cramped, but she still didn't see Zhang Guoqing returning with her son.
She also lost her patience and stewed all three pots with potatoes and beef. She doesn't need to bother about this, wait until the stew is put into a big thick bowl, put a chopsticks on the bowl, and stack the bowls in a plastic box. Convenient and delicious, it's easy to cook noodle toppings or bibimbap.
Before the beef smell came out, Zhang Guoqing and the peaceful shadow in his arms finally appeared in Zhou Jiao's vision.
Rejoicing at the same time ~EbookFREE.me~ she is even more speechless. What the are the father and son fighting, carrying, and carrying? Did she burn it?
"mom……"
The closer you get to the small wooden house, the more excited Ping An is, and the little wild boar in his hand is shaking.
Even if Zhou Jiao had been accustomed to seeing her son's strength a long time ago, seeing him throwing the piggy like a playful, especially the whiter and tender little hands against the black pig, made her very happy.
Walking to the front of the wooden house, Zhang Guoqing unloaded the heavy objects from his body with a smile on his face, "This is the harvest that my son hunted for the first time. We will bake it and bring it home later, so that he and dad will show off."
"It's not showing off. I have an agreement with Grandpa."
"Well, after lunch, Dad will take care of it. Let's take a shower in front."
Zhou Jiao didn't even bother to speak, and while the two of them were going to the river, they hurriedly set up food and took out a change of clothes.
Zhang Guoqing and his son took off their clothes carelessly, took a dip in the pond, and hurriedly washed them again. Zhang Guoqing wore wet shorts holding his naked son and ran back.
Zhou Jiao helped her son put on clean clothes and dried his hair.
Over there, Zhang Guoqing said regretfully: "This pond is really cold. If only you were in the water too."
"There are fish."
"Yes. But son, you have to remember that you can't go in the middle of the pond. It's full of silt, which is very dangerous. The big rock underneath us just now was placed by my father when he was a child, otherwise I would not dare to go into the water."
Ping An’s little head nodded like a green onion, and did not forget to remind,
Mom, there are a lot of stone snails next to the stone. It’s really nice here. No ticket or money is needed for anything.

Well, that's right! Sure enough, it was her son, who had a different idea from his own man. Zhou Jiao smiled provocatively at Zhang Guoqing. Don't think you can't guess what he is thinking.