Survival for all, my island is the last pure land on earth.

"call--"

The wind whistled past her ears; the mutated pheasant was much faster than Jin Xiaoman had imagined. In a daze, she felt as if she had returned to the days when she rode a small electric scooter at breakneck speed on Earth.

This feels wonderful.

After having his fill of racing on the mutated pheasant, Jin Xiaoman reluctantly patted the pheasant's neck, took out a dagger, and swiftly slashed it.

"Hehe—"

The mutated pheasant, which had been struggling and running frantically, emitted a low, intermittent sound.

It accelerated suddenly, and then crashed to the ground two seconds later.

Jin Xiaoman rolled on the ground to cushion the impact from the mutated pheasant's running speed.

The mutated pheasants scattered around because of the commotion, but a few still followed the pheasant.

After collecting the chicken from the ground into her backpack, Jin Xiaoman chased after the other chicken.

Startled, the pheasant fled again in panic.

The current numbers posed no threat to Jin Xiaoman. She chased after them with her hidden arrows, occasionally seizing the opportunity to fire one.

Some chickens were smarter; knowing they couldn't escape, they simply fell to the ground after being hit by an arrow. Others were less clever; they ran in circles with Jin Xiaoman's arrows in their mouths until they finally collapsed, foaming at the mouth.

There was even a chicken that pounced on Jin Xiaoman and got into a fight.

Rarely encountering an opponent who is neither disciplined nor threatening, Jin Xiaoman simply resorts to the most primal force—his fists—to let it know who the boss is.

After a busy morning, Jin Xiaoman harvested five mutated pheasants, weighing a total of 600 jin (300 catties).

We're in for a treat!

o(*￣▽￣*)o

Jin Xiaoman tidied her messy hair a little, her mind filled with images of chicken stew with mushrooms, braised chicken, braised chicken, and stir-fried chicken with chili peppers...

Jin Xiaoman tied the five chickens together and threw them into her spatial dimension. She clapped her hands in satisfaction and continued towards the mint field.

Because of the torrential rain the day before yesterday, Jin Xiaoman was prepared that the mint field would be severely damaged, but when she actually arrived at the mint field, she found that she had not done enough preparation.

The mint had completely disappeared, replaced by newly sprouting bamboo shoots.

Each one was plump and fresh.

"Bamboo shoot stewed chicken is also delicious."

Jin Xiaoman showed no sadness at losing Bohe.

She took out a pickaxe from her backpack and slowly dug through the soft soil around the bamboo shoot to determine the depth of its roots.

Next, use a pickaxe to carefully dig the soil along the edge of the bamboo shoot.

Her movements were light and careful, as if she were afraid of accidentally breaking the tender bamboo shoot.

Once the entire bamboo shoot was fully exposed, Jin Xiaoman applied slight force and pulled it out smoothly.

"Click—"

With a crisp sound, the bamboo shoot was collected by Jin Xiaoman.

This thing is big; Jin Xiaoman gestured to it and felt it was about the same size as her thigh.

[Beep beep, a plant with level 2 radiation detected. Consumption in small quantities is recommended.]

"Good baby, I'll arrange for you to be married off to that brothel girl."

Jin Xiaoman tossed the bamboo shoot into her backpack and began digging for the second one.

The rainy season is a good time for bamboo shoots to grow. You don't have to look for them; there's one every few steps.

Jin Xiaoman's happiness was written all over her face as she dug out the fruit one after another with great enthusiasm.

Time flew by and it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

She rubbed her aching lower back, which had been sore from maintaining one position for so long, and did a set of calisthenics on the spot.

"One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four."

Twist your waist, expand your chest, and stretch.

Suddenly, Jin Xiaoman paused. She seemed to hear a sound very similar to that of mud worms, a rustling sound like they were moving through the soil.

Jin Xiaoman instantly became alert and looked around.

Before she could discover anything, a figure appeared at the edge of the bamboo shoot field.

The squirrel waved its two front paws and squeaked.

Jin Xiaoman smiled and said, "Master Rat, you're leaving get off work early today too?"

She approached, bent down, and hugged the squirrel in her arms, just about to tease it a little.

"brush--"

A whooshing sound rang out.

Suddenly, a bamboo stalk over five meters tall sprouted from behind Jin Xiaoman, shooting towards the sky like a sharp thorn. Then, more and more bamboo stalks emerged from the ground.

A ground squirrel was lifted high up and hung from a bamboo shoot, its blood flowing down the bamboo.

Jin Xiaoman tightened her grip on the squirrel.

This alarming situation lasted for a full two minutes before it subsided.

The surrounding area has transformed from bamboo shoot fields into a bamboo forest, creating a dense canopy that blocks out the sun.

Jin Xiaoman stood there stunned for a long time. She looked down at the squirrel and said, "I want to marry the bamboo shoot to the pickled pepper. It is not worthy of the delicious pheasant girl."

The squirrel climbed up Jin Xiaoman's arm to her shoulder, plucked a chicken feather from her head, and handed it to her.

"......."

Jin Xiaoman: "In short, bamboo shoots are the worst. They try to ambush me, so I have to pickle them with salt, pickle them with pickled peppers, and chop them up to make a sauce."

The squirrel nodded, its expression showing a mixture of understanding and confusion.

Jin Xiaoman knew that it didn't understand anything, as long as it had food.

But what does it matter!

Jin Xiaoman patted the squirrel's big tail: "Let's go home. Make something delicious for our little squirrel."

The figures of a man and a mouse were reflected in the puddles on the ground. A black figure stepped through the puddles, creating ripples.

…………

In a small group.

Big Horn Bull puffed out its chest and charged forward: "I can't take it anymore, my eyes are spinning from all this, I feel like throwing up whenever I open a picture."

[Sister Fist, you're really good at holding back! So many people are insulting you and causing you trouble, and you haven't said a word.]

Finding the person most likely to directly connect with the mastermind among these individuals is like searching for a needle in a haystack.

After all, the organizer is definitely not one of the most active people; he usually only appears at the most crucial moment.

"My punch weighs 300 tons": [Sorry.]

Big Horn Bull puffed out his chest and charged forward: "No, no, no, Sister Fist, I didn't mean to blame you. I was just really anxious, you know? No, wait, I wasn't really anxious, I was just feeling frustrated."

No, it's not that I feel frustrated, I just...

Loves wearing princess dresses: [Illiteracy is truly terrifying; they don't even know what they want to express. Sister Quan, he just feels sorry for you.]

The Great Horned Bull puffed out its chest and charged forward: [...]

I'm really going to cause trouble!

Number 2775: [My eyes are blurry too, but at least I've narrowed it down to a range. You guys find people from these thirty.]

"My punch weighs 300 tons," my eyes reddening: "Thank you so much, I really don't know what to say."

Money Flowing: [If you don't know what to say, let's eat something good.]

Players with plenty of money uploaded 4 crab hot pots and 4 taro milk teas.

The girl who loves wearing princess dresses feels incredibly wronged whenever she sees Jin Xiaoman: "Manman, I have enough resentment right now to raise ten evil sword immortals."

The Great Horned Bull puffed out its chest and charged forward: "From the moment I met you, your resentment alone could have nurtured ten Evil Sword Immortals."

Loves wearing princess dresses: [Do you want to die?]

Number 2775: [Manman, those who argue will not be fed anymore.]

Money Flowing Abundant: 【Great.】

Big Horn Bull puffed out his chest and charged forward: "No, boss, bro, we didn't fight. We're really good friends, right, little princess?"

Loves wearing princess dresses: [Wow, awesome.]

Jin Xiaoman burst out laughing.

The squirrel looked up at Jin Xiaoman.

Jin Xiaoman patted the squirrel's head and presented it with the peeled shrimp and crab.

The squirrel ate with increasing delight, its tail wagging involuntarily.

It doesn't have to be wet all day, and it can eat its fill every day. It feels so cozy this way.

It loves being full!