The next morning.
After Chen Wen got up, he checked the state of the smoke furnace.
The fish and rabbit meat were both smoked dry and cooked, ready to eat or store as provisions.
As Chen Wen took out the smoked meat, the Short-tailed Weasel eagerly found Chen Wen and said, "Hey, human! You have so many mice here!"
Hearing this, Chen Wen laughed and said, "Of course, did you fill your belly last night?"
"Stuffed!"
The Short-tailed Weasel said.
These days, as Chen Wen stored food, the scent attracted mice from miles around.
Even his dried fruits were a favorite of the mice.
If it weren't for the lack of energy at night, Chen Wen would have dealt with this horde of mice himself.
Speaking of mice, Chen Wen advised the Short-tailed Weasel: "Next time, if you catch more mice, remember to leave one or two and not eat them. Then I'll trade you fresh meat for them."
Mice don't interest Chen Wen much, as he currently has enough food supplies.
