After being stranded on a deserted island, they all plotted against me

The bird jerky has now been eaten.

All the dried fish is there.

I ate two dried rabbits last night, leaving four.

And the goat last time.

Zhang Liu sliced ​​26 pieces of smoked mutton and preserved them as bacon, and combined them with fruits and the like. At present, the food reserves of the three of them were quite sufficient.

But it’s really just enough.

Without carbohydrates to fill the stomach, these foods won't last long.

Zhang Liu sighed slightly and missed the taro on the top of the mountain.

"Let's do this today. Ruoshuang and I will go to the pool together in the morning. Ruoyan, you can collect wood and prepare lunch here, okay?"

Looking at the two sisters who were turning their heads to look at him and waiting for their tasks to be assigned, Zhang Liu whispered his plan.

"Okay, I'll go collect some wood first. I should be able to help you carry some bamboo down from the mountain later."

Qin Ruoyan nodded slightly without any objection. She turned and walked towards the foot of the hill.

Over there was a jungle with plenty of dry branches suitable for making a fire.

At the same time, Qin Ruoyan was also a little worried.

That is, she has no idea what gift she should give Zhang Liu tomorrow...

Today is already Christmas Eve...

After Qin Ruoyan walked away, Zhang Liu and Qin Ruoshuang also started to sit down and prepare for their trip.

By breakfast time, Qin Ruoshuang had already heard about Zhang Liu's plan to set a trap to catch sheep.

So she poured all the remaining water in the sheepskin bag into the clay basin and asked, "Zhang Liu, are you going to dig the trap baited with salt?"

"Well, not only that, I think the clay jar has finished drying, so I'm going to go and fire it. Also, I need to bring back the curtain cloth under the shelter, because the bamboo bed is still a little too hard to sleep on."

Zhang Liu touched the indentation on his cheek that had not yet disappeared and started to complain.

"Your sleeping posture is quite honest..."

Looking at this scene, Qin Ruoshuang couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

"The main reason is that there is no suitable material for the bed." Zhang Liu shook his head helplessly and said, "At first I was planning to burn bricks and use them to build a house and a bed."

"brick?"

After pouring the water and stuffing two bottles of Yuanqi Forest into the sheepskin bag, Qin Ruoshuang was just about to set off.

Hearing this, she turned her head and looked at Zhang Liu, her eyes full of curiosity.

In Qin Ruoshuang's concept, the emergence of building materials such as bricks is already a representative of civilized society, right?

"Yes." Zhang Liu nodded and saw that the other party was ready. He stood up and walked in front, saying as he walked: "There is a lot of purple-red soil over there, so the raw materials for making bricks are sufficient. It's a pity that time is too tight, so I gave up this plan."

"Is that so?" Qin Ruoshuang followed Zhang Liu in quick steps, her voice also carrying a hint of regret: "I feel like if it were bricks, the house would be safer to live in."

"Maybe later. If I have the chance, I will build a brick house. But now it is more important to prepare for the rainy season."

"All right……"

The two of them talked as they walked, and soon arrived near the green pool.

Qin Ruoshuang found a few large leaves nearby and began to filter the pool water with charcoal. She planned to return to the bamboo house to boil the water.

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Section 1#Volume 2 A stable food source is the first step to development: Chapter 238 Is this God’s hint for me to go up?

After confirming that there were no dangerous situations such as ferocious beasts near the green pool, Zhang Liu left Qin Ruoshuang behind and began to wander around and check.

The first thing he did was to take a look at the sheep that were obviously trampling and gnawing on the ferns and grass. The embarrassing scene of Anya complaining about Su Yan being almost kicked by the sheep came to his mind.

Then Zhang Liu walked to the place where the internal organs were buried before.

Just as he guessed, this place has attracted flies.

Although there weren't as many flies buzzing around as there were around a dead wild boar, a rough count showed that there were at least thirty flies lingering around.

It is estimated that the remaining blood acted as "bait".

This scene also served as a reminder to Zhang Liu.

That is after building a small village on top of the mountain in the future.

There must be a place to properly dispose of the domestic waste of myself and the other eight girls.

After all, the mountains are not the seaside.

There is no way to just throw domestic garbage into the sea like in the cave, and it will automatically disappear without a trace the next day.

Even if only a little bit of leftover kitchen waste is generated every day, it will definitely not be a small number after long-term accumulation.

Under normal circumstances, it is most convenient to throw fruit peels, cores, bones, etc. directly into the fire as fuel.

But what if it's excrement or something like that?

You can't just burn shit!

Thinking of this, Zhang Liu made another modification on the gathering point map in his mind.

He wanted to build the toilet near the taro field, rather than in a separate secluded place as he had previously planned.

Although there may be times when someone needs to go to the toilet urgently, there are people working in the fields.

That kind of scene might indeed be embarrassing.

But when everyone eats truly organic crops.

Zhang Liu believes that all girls will no longer have any embarrassing thoughts.

After all, in a place like this, the most practical thing is to fill your stomach.

After slightly moving his stiff waist, Zhang Liu began to dig the hole with a handful of small metal pieces in his hand.

The initial efficiency is OK.

With a single dig, a piece of hard soil was lifted up directly.

More than half an hour later.

He gave up his somewhat unrealistic digging behavior.

The piece of metal that Zhang Liu brought over was about the size of two palms. If I had to give an accurate description, it was roughly the same size as an ordinary kitchen knife.

Originally, he thought that he could use this tool, which looked unwieldy, and with a little effort, he should be able to dig a pit at least one and a half meters deep.

Then he went back to the bamboo house to make tools to trap the sheep and make green grass bait dipped in salt water.

The next thing is to wait for the third lamb dinner.

But now Zhang Liu has been using this tool to plan for more than half an hour.

Not to mention the physical exertion.

The progress of digging the pit was also extremely slow.

There is no smooth feeling at the beginning.

After turning over the hard soil on the surface, there was indeed a pit on the ground about one and a half meters wide, one and a half meters long, and five or six centimeters deep.

Looks very good.

But if you want to dig deeper, it will be very slow.

Every handful of soil he dug up was scattered and messy, so he had to use a complicated operation of prying it loose and then scooping it out with his hands.

After repeating it hundreds of times.

Zhang Liu, whose hands were sore and he was exhausted, already realized that his idea of ​​using a blade to dig the ground and trap was a stupid one.

He finally understood that there was a reason why the ancients invented hoes and shovels specifically for digging the ground.

But Zhang Liu was not discouraged.

With the treasure trove of bamboo forest, he was very confident in his ability to make tools.

It's just a hoe or a shovel.

Bamboo and stone will do the job.

Wait, I'll come and dig you out next time I have the chance!

After giving up the important task of digging the pit, Zhang Liu's remaining work became firing small clay jars and pulling out curtains.

These two things can be done at the same time.

He always carries pyrite and old man's whiskers as a set of tools for making fire.

Taking out some small branches from the firewood piled nearby to serve as secondary ignition materials, Zhang Liu held the pyrite and hovered it above the dry and soft old man's beard, and began to tap it lightly.

"Da da da……"

Ten minutes later, a small fire started nearby.

After controlling the fire, he began to fire the small clay jars.

With the earthen kiln for firing pottery, Zhang Liu's work process became much more convenient.

He placed the dried clay jar on the stove grate covered with dry firewood, and then he only needed to light a fire under the earthen kiln...

Next to the green pool, Qin Ruoshuang was constantly filtering the green water.

Although the two did not communicate with each other.

But there is an atmosphere of "tacit understanding" between them.

When their eyes occasionally met, they were always filled with joy.

This also happens to respond to the saying "Men and women work together, and work is not tiring"

It was noon, after repeatedly confirming that there was nothing that could cause a fire within three meters of the earthen kiln where pottery was fired.

Zhang Liu pulled away all the curtains under the green pool shelter, rolled them up into a ball and held them in his arms.

Seeing that Qin Ruoshuang, who was holding a sheepskin bag and had difficulty walking, he asked her to put two bottles of water on the curtain in his arms.

Then the two of them walked towards the bamboo house together.

Lunch time is approaching. Feeling hungry in his stomach, Zhang Liu is still looking forward to what to eat when he gets home.

Meanwhile, in the shadows below the cave.

Su Yan was carefully watching Lan Yueting testing the three-finger bow pulling technique.

Different from previous bows and bowstrings that were made entirely of vine bark, this one was a wooden bow that she used as a Christmas gift.

The bowstring is made by winding curtain cloth cut into thin strips.

In terms of toughness and uniform up and down pulling force.

Modern high-fiber curtain fabrics with exactly the same fiber thickness are obviously superior to rattan fibers.

If curtain cloth was not a "non-renewable resource" and the bowstring itself was used frequently and therefore completely unsuitable for use, Su Yan would have taken action on the curtain cloth long ago.

As Lan Yueting pulled the bowstring to its full extent, a slight sound of wood grain being squeezed could be heard.

The bow, with the words "Su" and "Zhang" carved on both ends, was pulled by her to the semicircular arc required by Su Yan.

"Well, this is the angle. Sister Ting, don't move yet!"

After looking from several directions, Su Yan nodded with great satisfaction.

I don't have a protractor, so I can only estimate by eye.

But this bow and arrow is probably the best one he has made so far.

In terms of splitting, it is almost evenly formed from top to bottom.

Let Lan Yueting gently release the bowstring forward. Su Yan took the wooden bow from her hand, then held it in her hands and began to stare at it in a daze.

A thought flashed through her mind.

I made the bow for Zhang Liu myself, and the process went so smoothly.