I live in a desert island property

After Zhang Ming scolded himself in the diary, he rubbed his temples again to calm down from the state of "activating a lot of invalid abilities".

Next, he summed up the story that happened on the earth.

"When I was 27 years old, the living environment on the earth was sharply harsh, the melting of glaciers caused sea levels to rise, the food crisis and survival crisis coexisted, and the international situation continued to collapse..."

"The war zone is full of gunpowder, the number of nuclear-armed countries is increasing rapidly, and the risk of nuclear proliferation is increasing sharply."

If the difficulty of making a hydrogen bomb is 100, the difficulty of an atomic bomb may only be 1.

The manufacturing principle of this thing is really too simple. Any undergraduate graduate in physics can calculate the critical value of the nuclear bomb explosion, and the rest is to enrich uranium with a centrifuge.

Even if it can't be made, as long as there are raw materials, a dirty bomb with radioactive elements can be made.

Therefore, in the fourth year of entering the supernatural era, in an era when the influence of big countries is declining, some small countries have already produced atomic bombs!

"The use of small-scale nuclear weapons on the battlefield has further intensified conflicts and contradictions, as if they have evolved into eternal hatred."

"But it is only a war between small countries, and its influence on big countries is limited."

"For me, it's more like a fantasy story that exists in a world far away."

"An atomic bomb is just an atomic bomb. In the past, people actually exaggerated the destructive power of nuclear wars. Nuclear wars cannot destroy the world, and as long as major countries do not end, they cannot destroy mankind."

"The emergence of war is only to eliminate the population that cannot be fed."

"Decades later, that piece of land can be inhabited again, just like Hiroshima and Nagasaki in Fuso, just like Chernobyl. Plants are still growing silently. After decades, that is There is another sea; but the bones in the yellow land are no longer known to anyone. This is the true portrayal of the world."

Zhang Ming paused, and then wrote: "The eastern region of the Great Xia Kingdom is plagued by border wars, and 100 million refugees have nowhere to settle..."

"But overall, the political situation is fairly stable."

"The basic construction in the west, the Suiren Project, which affects hundreds of millions of people, is about 30% in progress, and more and more people have moved to the west. The terrain is higher there, earthquakes are relatively rare, and it is not affected much by the border war."

"The merger of the Pangea continent is accelerating. It is estimated that in 6 years, the seven continents will officially merge into the Pangea continent."

Zhang Ming thought for a long time, and found that there was nothing to add, so he could only sigh slightly.

Before we know it, the times are striding forward, and the future is becoming more and more difficult to predict.

He wrote some more cheerful content: "The wave of spiritual energy swept across the earth. In this year, more humans awakened their innate abilities, accounting for about 8% of the total population."

"However, the aptitude of human beings seems to be about the same as that of the Yanjiao people. As high as 95% of their innate abilities, they are all at the level of rotten fish and rotten shrimps, and they can't even reach the yellow level talent."

"The remaining half is mostly yellow-level talent, and it will only come in handy when the 'human breathing technique' has been practiced to the limit."

"It's just a pity that as of now, no one has come into contact with the 'limit of human beings', and there are even very few people with 100 points of physical fitness. Even most of these people are former physical ability users, and it is not because of breathing that they climbed to 100 points physical."

Lao Zhang was in a complicated mood and sighed.

Earthlings, can you hurry up a little bit!

We have prepared a whole set of gift packages here, just waiting for you to touch the bottleneck!

The strongest person in this world, sitting on the golden toilet, is waiting for your challenge!

Of course, a large part of the reason is that the current version of "human breathing" is not efficient.

Zhang Ming also has to take the blame for this matter.

The first generation of great sages of the Flame Horn people spent their entire lives studying the "Flame Horn Breathing Technique".

Afterwards, after generations of continuous improvement, it took hundreds of years to fully fit the physique of the Yanjiao people.

Although he, Zhang Ming, is standing on the shoulders of giants, he has only been working on it for a year and a half before hastily showing it to Mirage - can the efficiency of "human respiration" be increased? !

It’s good to be able to use it!

Anyway, the general result is like this...Old Zhang himself definitely doesn't recognize this pot, it's because those experts didn't work hard, and I don't care about Zhang Ming's business!

Well, the grand narrative is basically over.

Write down some personal things.

Thinking of that incident, Zhang Ming's entire face turned rosy, and his hair couldn't help but stand on end, like a terrifying upright ape in a state of rage!

He wrote angrily in his notebook at a very fast speed: "Lu Tuyu really has bad intentions! While I'm not on Earth, take this opportunity to pick on my sister!"

"He said my sister was very cute, so he gave my sister the coral stone I gave him for reimbursement of the train ticket!"

"I, the strongest human being with superpowers, was actually trapped in this ghostly place. I watched a good cabbage being crushed by a pig. I wanted to send my blessings but I couldn't... I really wanted to kill him! Even the parents of both parties have met!"

"You guys don't give gifts to uncle! I'm so angry!"

Old Zhang gasped heavily, and patted his hot forehead.

Of course, this matter is normal, because... four years.

A 14 month drift bottle with too many blank spaces in the middle.

My sister is going to be a senior soon, so it is normal to find a boyfriend, and he even personally suggested it in the letter. It is good to fall in love in college, and youth is all about falling in love.

But more importantly, after Lu Tuyu practiced the "human breathing technique", his eyesight was restored, and he changed from a militiaman to a regular soldier, and went to serve in the military!

Formal soldiers are not as loose as militias.

There is no such thing as a "leave" at all!

There are only a few days off throughout the year.

Long distance love, how painful!

As an uncle, Lao Zhang wished he could slap him and knock off that guy's front teeth!

What's your intention to become a soldier after dating a girl? I don't even know what you look like, whether you are tall, short, fat or thin! I let you soak my sister!

When I go back, I will beat you directly. If you accidentally die of old age, I will beat your son and grandson!

But he had to bite the bullet and accept the result.

Taking a few deep breaths, Zhang Ming calmed down his frenzied heart of gossip, and put Lu Tuyu's bad incident aside.

Let me talk about another friend, Pharaoh.

"Wang Fumin said in the letter that his wife was ill...a very serious disease, glioma, cancer in the brain, with an average lifespan of about eight months."

"So he had to ask Li Xianfeng for help. The fact of the existence of the mysterious drifting bottle was also exposed."

"But this will not change anything. The bottle has already recognized its owner, and its owner is still Wang Fumin himself."

"With the help of Comrade Li Xianfeng, his wife was admitted to the best hospital and received the most advanced treatment."

Zhang Ming paused, and then wrote: "I calmed his emotions in the letter in the drifting bottle. [Sky Fiend Lonely Star] must be a superpower at the emotional level, not at the level of fate."

"All of this is just an unfortunate coincidence."

"But actually, I'm a little uneasy inside, I'm not too sure..."

"I have consulted a lot of information about Yanjiao people, and I still tend to believe that this is indeed just an emotional ability, and it is inevitable to encounter misfortune in life. Although I have many strange things at hand, there is no cure for cancer."

"I sent some miraculous things that can enhance the body, I don't know if it will work, everything can only depend on themselves."

"I hope Wang Fumin's wife is well, and I hope they can get over the difficulties as soon as possible."

After writing this, Zhang Ming sighed.

Of course, he quickly saw this matter aside. Humans are born, old, sick and die, the moon waxes and wanes, the extermination of the Yanjiao people, the suicide of the great sage, and the failure of Xuanwu's enlightenment are enough tragedies, right? For the whole world, everything is calm and the sun still rises in the east and sets in the west.

In the short life of human beings, there are thousands of mansions, only six feet for night sleep, a lot of wealth, and only three meals during a solar eclipse, and finally dissolve in the heavy soil, without any exception.

Regarding the individual's death, Zhang Ming was inexplicably open.

"It's actually a year where a lot of things happened, but it's also an abstract year."

"I can only imagine what happened in the outside world, and go through it in my mind, but I can't understand the specific details, love and hatred between people."

"No matter what, the 28th birthday is really worth celebrating!"

After Zhang Ming finished writing something worth recording, he opened his eyes and let out a soft sigh.

At first, my mind was still a little stiff, like a robot.

But as he was writing, he really came alive again. The unique human emotions were brewing in his chest, which made Zhang Ming reveal a subtle smile with complicated emotions.

Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, salty, mixed with five flavors, like a person drinking water, knowing whether he is warm or not.

The "source of the world" hanging on the chest seems to be resonated by the spirit, emitting a faint light.

Walking steadily, I came to the basement below the auditorium, and a faint aroma of alcohol permeated the cellar.

Zhang Ming sniffed his nose, and suddenly felt joyful: "This time the brewing was good, it's finally not jealous!"

He carefully picked up a coconut water tank and opened the gap that had been sealed tightly with palm leaves and mud.

And in the coconut water tank, there is about 150 catties of liquor!

After many attempts, Zhang Ming's knowledge of wine making has reached a new level, and he has mastered various processing techniques.

Of course, such trivial matters are not worth recording in a diary.

In the cellar, in addition to white wine made from rice, there are also sorghum wine, glutinous rice wine, corn wine, wild fruit wine, etc., a total of... more than 300 jars!

The alcohol concentration of natural fermentation is generally not high. With his current physique, it is impossible for him to get drunk, that is, to enjoy the mouthful and miss the disappearing civilized life.

If you want to obtain high-concentration alcohol, you must go through multiple distillations, which is another complicated process.

Walking out of the auditorium with a water tank in hand, there are fertile farmlands with vigorous growth, various crops such as rapeseed, rice, wheat, sorghum, corn, onion, etc., as well as natural antibiotics such as spider orchid, purslane, fennel, etc. . If it wasn't for Zhang Ming's lack of productivity alone, he would like to plant more fields.

The climate of this island is warm, there is no winter, and there is plenty of sunshine and rain. Rice usually matures three seasons a year, and wheat can mature twice a year. At this moment, light yellow wheat flowers are blooming in the wheat field, filled with a strong aroma of wheat, together with turtles poking their heads and basking in the sun, forming a beautiful pastoral picture.

In front, there is a reservoir of about 1,000 square meters, where many turtles are playing.

Who would have thought that in just four short years, this place is already a paradise?

"Hey, today is my birthday, have you caught a gift for me?" Zhang Ming shouted to the little white turtle lying on a boulder while holding the water tank.

Xiaobai didn't know if he was sleeping or he was really practicing "Xuanwu Breathing Technique", but he was frightened and rolled down from the stone with a "gululu".

"Aww!"

The little white turtle looked at the big vat in his hand and jumped on the ground in amazement.

This scene is quite weird, a turtle can jump higher than a rabbit, almost jumping on Lao Zhang's head.

It grabbed Lao Zhang's skirt and crawled up the coconut jar along its arms.

Even the little white turtle has grown a lot in the past few years!

"Children, don't always think about drinking." Zhang Ming walked to an open field and opened the lid made of palm leaves and mud.

A faint fragrance of alcohol came oncoming, refreshing, and there was a pleasant fragrance of pit mud.

Zhang Ming scooped up a little with a plastic bottle cap and took a sip.

To be honest, it is a bit cloudy, the taste is a bit choking, and there is a hint of sourness.

It can't compare with the ones made in real big factories; even Erguotou, which costs 10 yuan a bottle, can't compare.

But it is wine anyway, so it can be drunk.

"Mo Xiao Farm's cured wine is muddy..."

"Clatter!"

A large group of turtles smelled the wine and crawled over together!

Zhang Ming said solemnly to a group of greedy turtles who gathered around: "The reason why I teach you farming and wine making is not to satisfy your appetite."

"On the one hand, alcohol is a good disinfectant. Even if you have rough skin and thick flesh, you still need to be disinfected after injury to reduce the chance of infection."

"On the one hand, when you're lonely... Alcohol, paired with cucumber, is undoubtedly the best in the world."

"Cucumber is undoubtedly the best in the world." Shi Mama was rolling around obscenely, her old voice became louder and more solemn, "Cucumber is undoubtedly..."

After years of teaching, this guy not only repeated the reading, but also learned to tamper with the lines, and the level of lewdness has greatly increased.

Patients with high blood pressure, cerebral thrombosis, and stroke should not come into contact with Shimama, otherwise there is a risk of sudden death.

"I'll make you cheap!" Zhang Ming bent down and picked up the black stone, and threw it into a wooden bowl full of wine. Immediately, Shi Mama stopped repeating like a lowly maid, and sank lazily.

It is addicted to it and cannot extricate itself.

Zhang Ming has never been able to understand what this thing is. It does not need water or food. Is it a perpetual repeater?