Pet King

As a promising young man who was born and raised in the city, Zhang Zian had never even slaughtered a live chicken except for cutting fish. It was quite difficult for him to deal with the Beaver that looked like a super large rat.

Since entering the forest, fina and the others had been eating instant canned food all day, and they were tired of it. However, seeing that Zhang Zian had practiced not hunting the animals in the forest for food, they could only endure it for the time being, so as not to be accused of "destroying the ecological balance." At this time, seeing the wolves bring a few fat Beaver rats, they couldn't help but drool. In their eyes, Beaver rats were no different from rabbits, and they probably tasted the same.

The fat in the food was very important to cats. As pure carnivores, cats relied on protein and fat to provide energy, not starch.

After trekking in the forest for the past few days, fina, old time tea, and famous had all lost a lot of weight, and they were even more eager to eat fresh meat.

Zhang Zian estimated the appetite of the elves, took two Beaver rats to the river, and used the Switzerland army knife he carried with him to cut open their chrysanthemums and remove their internal organs. His hands were full of blood. If it weren't for the river water, he would rather offend the elves than do such a dirty thing.

The most troublesome thing was that the Switzerland army knife was too small and not sharp enough. It took him a long time to cut off the tail of the Beaver, and he was sweating all over.

It was not easy to clean the body of the Beaver rat, and then it was soaked in the river to wash the blood. After that, it was strung up with sharp branches and ready to be roasted.

As for the skin and internal organs, of course, they couldn't be thrown anywhere. The stench was too bad and easily attracted flies. They might even attract scavengers. It was easier to throw them into the river, but it would severely pollute the river.

So, he dug a hole with a shovel and buried the fur, internal organs, and so on.

While he was digging the hole, Richard, who had been driven away by the smell of blood, flew back and landed on a branch nearby. He covered his nose with his wings and shouted,""Kaka! You idiot! Can't you see that there are still two stinky tails that haven't been buried? Or do you have any ideas about these two black and thick tails?"

Richard was, of course, referring to the Beaver's tail that had been cut off. Zhang Zian had thrown the two tails by the river, so Richard thought that he had forgotten to bury them. It was so noisy that it was worried that it would attract the scavenger vultures from the sea.

Everything around the tail was stinky. Although Richard's sense of smell was not very sensitive as a parrot, he could still smell the blood and stench coming from the tail.

Zhang Zian filled the hole with soil, rolled his eyes at it, and scolded,""You know nothing! I left it behind on purpose, okay?"

"Gah?" Not to be outdone, Richard rolled his eyes even wider."You idiot, you clearly forgot about it, and you're still being stubborn? What are you doing with these two stinky tails? This tail doesn't have much meat!"

"Of course it's useful."

Zhang Zian rinsed the skinned Beaver's tail with river water, then laid it flat on a flat and concave stone by the river. He then soaked the tail in some river water, roughly estimated the proportion, and added some salt.

"Tsk tsk! I understand, you want to eat skewers, right?"

"No, I'm not."

Zhang Zian shook off the water on his hands and started to pick up firewood nearby to start a fire.

The other elves were also quite curious. He didn't look like he wanted to eat the Beaver's tail. Why did he stay?

"The tail tendon of a Beaver is made of collagen, so it's very suitable to be used as a medical suture. I thought it might be useful, so I planned to extract the tail tendon after dinner. What if it could be useful?" He explained.

Previously, the Red Deer's head had been seriously scratched by the black bear. He had only disinfected and bandaged it, but because there was no anesthetic and no suture, he couldn't suture it. Fortunately, it was strong enough to survive.

Earlier, he had stitched the wound of the minke whale that was stranded on the coast of Binhai city with a kite string. Because the wound of the minke whale was too big and deep, it would not have survived if it was not stitched up. Besides, the minke whale was stranded on the beach and could not move. The whale's skin and fat layer were thick, so the pain might not have been very strong. That was why he had the courage to sew the wound without anesthesia.

Deer, on the other hand, were different. Their hide was thin and they didn't have much fat. Once they felt pain, they would definitely have to run and struggle. Besides, there were no stitches, so they gave up.

When he saw the Beaver, he remembered where he had seen it before. It seemed to be written in the first aid manual he borrowed from sun Xiaomeng that the tail tendon of the Beaver could be used as a suture after treatment. It would dissolve itself in the wound after about a month, and the thread did not need to be removed.

Since there were ready-made beaver rats, he planned to torture them a little. It would be best to pull out a few tail tendons as spare, but it was unpredictable. If he needed to use them, he would not be helpless.

As for the anesthetic, there was still no solution.

While he explained, his hands were not idle. He walked around and found enough firewood to start a fire and roast the meat. Then, he put two Beaver rats on the firewood. One of them was slightly coated with a thin layer of salt inside and outside, and the other was not. He stuffed some edible wild vegetables and fruits into its abdomen to remove the fishy smell.

After lighting a bonfire, the fat beaver rat was soon roasted to the point that it was sizzling with oil.

While waiting for the meat to be cooked, he peeled off the meat attached to the tail and found what looked like the tail tendon. He pierced the tail tendon with the tip of the spiral-shaped bottle opener in the Switzerland army knife used to remove the cork of wine bottles and hooked it. He slowly pulled the tail tendon out of the tail, selected the right one, and soaked it in hydrogen peroxide to disinfect it.

This was a delicate task. There was more than one tail tendon in each tail. Some were long and some were short, some were thick and some were thin. If it was too short and thin, it would definitely be useless. Some of the originally longer ones might be broken in the tail during the process of pulling out, so it was necessary to be patient and extra careful.

The other Beaver rats had already been eaten by the Wolf Pack, but Fati did not eat them. It seemed that it was like the other elves, no longer eating raw flesh and blood, but waiting to eat roasted beaver rat meat.

It wasn't wrong to think about it. Although Fati was a Wolf, since he was summoned as an elf, he must have been someone's pet or had a close relationship with someone. In that case, it was normal for him to be used to eating cooked food with that person.

As Fati listened to his explanation of the Beaver's tail, he suddenly realized something and praised,""If the people in the past knew this kind of knowledge, they would definitely be able to save many lives."

The other elves had long been used to his miscellaneous knowledge. Instead of pondering about the origin of this knowledge, they were more interested in the fragrant roasted beaver meat and couldn't help but swallow their saliva.