Surviving Endless Disasters

The premise is that there is no natural disaster, and Wen Zheng does not go crazy because of being too lonely.

The possibility of having crops on the island was very small, but there was a system store. Wen Zheng hoped to complete a hidden task and exchange points for crop seeds with a short growth period. Potatoes had good soil points.

Wen Zheng couldn't help but enjoy it, and touched the bulge on the back of his head that had long since disappeared, hoping to recall the memory of the original owner as soon as possible. There was a high possibility that this matter was a hidden mission.

With expectations for the future, Wen Zheng chopped bamboo to power Tuzu. He used his own height as a reference to chop the bamboo into a suitable length. A few hours passed quickly.

The color of the pork is much darker after being smoked. Of course, authentic bacon will not be smoked for only a few hours, but this level can ensure that the bacon will not go bad before being eaten by Wen Zheng.

Putting the bacon in the bamboo basket, pulling the tied bamboo, Wen Zheng set foot on the road back under the setting sun. On the way, he did not forget to pick palm leaves and banana leaves, and collect dead branches and leaves. When he arrived at the cave, he It's a sky full of stars.

“This bamboo raft must be long enough.

"After Wen Zheng came back, he immediately eagerly erected the bamboo rafts diagonally. He estimated that there was not much error. The long bamboo rafts can be used as rain shelter, and the short bamboo rafts can be used as ladders to go up and down the cave. "We will find a way to fix it tomorrow.

"Go back to the cave and sort out today's harvest.

Bamboo was used to simply build a shelf, and the bacon was placed on it. Dead leaves were piled on the ground as a mattress. The pig skin had not been processed well and had an unpleasant smell. It was passed through the rope and hung on the bamboo raft outside.

And...the bird eggs, Wen Zheng casually placed them on top of the collected firewood.

The temperature on the island was relatively low at night and there was no warm clothing. In order to avoid catching a cold, Wen Zheng could only build an earthen stove in the cave.

There were two logs of wood that were difficult to burn inside, and the upper opening was covered with stones. The ventilation holes on the side were in the opposite direction to where Wen Zheng slept to prevent the occurrence of fire, which would make the cave much warmer.

Late at night, Wen Zheng, who was sleeping soundly, did not hear the clicking sound in the cave.

Chapter 33 Wen Zheng's hair was messy. He squatted in front of the piled firewood. Several minutes passed before he stretched out the index finger of his right hand in a daze. As soon as he touched it, he suddenly retracted it.

To be honest, he is a little confused now.

Who would have thought that the eggs picked up yesterday would hatch today? He had just woken up in the morning and was still bleary-eyed. Wen Zheng turned his head and looked at the place where the firewood was piled. He blinked and rubbed it with his hands twice before confirming that it was not his imagination and ran over without even wearing shoes.

The newly hatched chick in front of me didn't even open its eyes. It had soft yellow fetal feathers all over its body. However, these fetal feathers didn't seem to keep much warmth. The chick curled up on the broken eggshell and didn't even move. It looked like It seemed like he was frozen to death.

The remaining temperature on his index finger convinced Wen Zheng that it was still alive. It seemed that this kind of bird living on the island had a very strong vitality.

Perhaps because of the touch just now, the curled-up chick suddenly moved its head in the direction of Wen Zheng, and its little claws shook.

This very small movement woke up Wen Zheng. He quickly pulled over a coconut shell, randomly stuffed some leaves and weeds into it, and placed it on the ground.

His movements became gentle before he came into contact with the baby bird. He carefully held the baby bird in his hands and gently placed it in the coconut shell. He then covered the baby bird with a dead leaf without worry.

The temperature in the cave was not low, but Wen Zheng still added a few more branches to the pit, and the flames quickly became stronger.

The chick moved its head again and kept opening and closing its mouth. It was hungry and looking for food.

"What should we do next? Without the mother bird to feed, can I feed it alone?" Wen Zheng had no idea of ​​giving up on the chick. He needed a partner so much.

He kept circling around the cave anxiously, looking for useful things: "It's time to give it a try. I want to prepare a comfortable and warm nest for it, as well as food that the chicks can eat.

The baby bird's appetite is not small. If it is not fed within a day, it may starve to death. It is necessary to get some soft food as much as possible.

"Food is really a big problem. There is no bird feed, not even millet."

"Wen Zheng put the shell filled with water on the fire to heat it. He rubbed the thumb and index finger of his right hand unconsciously. He recalled his childhood experience of raising pigeons. He considered everything in the cave and put the broken eggshells, ripe bananas, and The clams in the bamboo tube were placed in front of me.

He could only take the risk.

The stone is washed with water and the eggshell is crushed into fine powder. When feeding the birds, some eggshell powder is often added. The eggshell powder can supplement calcium so that the birds will not develop rickets. .

The chicks usually eat fruits and vegetables, but the outside of the cave is full of weeds. Wen Zheng remembers that someone fed the chicks mashed bananas. He peeled the bananas and made them into mashed bananas.

After hesitating for a long time, Wen Zheng picked out the clam meat and smashed it into fine minced meat with a stone. The digestion ability of young birds is usually quite strong, and the minced meat can supplement protein.

Split the bamboo into thin bamboo slices that are narrower than the bird's beak. Grind the two sections as round as possible. The water in the shell has been heated and changed. Pour the prepared eggshell powder, plantain puree and minced meat into it, and stir it into a paste with the bamboo slices. .

When the chick in the coconut shell opened its mouth, Wen Zheng picked out some paste with a piece of bamboo and fed it in quickly with his eyes and hands.

Eat it! Wen Zheng patiently fed the chicks with his excitement. When a noticeable bulge appeared on the right neck of the chicks and their mouths stopped opening, which meant that they were full temporarily, Wen Zheng took back the bamboo strips and put the porridge on the edge of the pit to keep it warm.

The young birds digest food very quickly, and usually need to be fed every two hours, which greatly limits Wen Zheng's range of activities.

Faced with this restriction, Wen Zheng was willing to do it, and even couldn't help worrying that if he left the cave, other animals would come to look for food.

There was enough food in the cave for several days, and Wen Zheng decided to stay in the cave for the time being. It happened that he was overworked yesterday. He first cleaned up the wild boars and then brought back a lot of bamboo, and his body was a little tired.

This was the seventh day of survival on the deserted island, and Wen Zheng started his daily life of staying at home and raising birds.

Staying in the cave does not mean doing nothing. Wen Zheng feeds the chicks every day and cleans the bird's nest made of coconut shells. It is not easy to take care of the newly born chicks. They eat a lot every day, get hungry quickly, and have to keep the bird's nest clean.

Three days later, the chick was able to stand up from the nest, but it fell down after just two steps. When Wen Zheng saw it, he instantly showed a warm smile. He was sure that the bird he raised survived.

Now the chick's appetite has increased a lot, and the daily feeding interval has also increased from two hours to five hours. Moreover, when Wen Zheng feeds, the chick will automatically move its mouth closer, and sometimes its mouth will touch Wen Zheng's fingers. The itchy and numb feeling makes Wen Zheng's heart melt.

Touching its head with his fingers, Wen Zheng's eyes are full of tenderness, and he smiled and said: "I raised it so roughly, but you can survive, and you have escaped from the wild boar and my mouth successively. Your vitality is really tenacious. Stay with me and live well in the future.

Although I don't know what kind you are, looking at your round ball, well... calling you Tuantuan is definitely as the name of the bird as it is.

" On the first day of survival on the deserted island, the chick stood up and got a name, and Wen Zheng had a little friend named Tuantuan.

The cave has undergone many changes. The thick bamboo awning is leaning against the outside, and its width completely blocks the cave entrance, which can block wind and rain, but does not hinder the flow of air.

The lower end is cut into an inclined surface and buried deep in the soil, and the upper end is stuck under the stone eaves, so it is difficult to shake even if there is a strong wind.

The rock, awning, and ground form a triangular space, allowing air to circulate smoothly. Wen Zheng then placed two rows of bamboo rafts about half a meter high on both sides to make a movable door. The door is also wrapped with sharp and thorny palm vines to prevent attacks from wild animals.