Surviving Endless Disasters

He scanned the bare fields with hopeful eyes, and the harvest scene in a few months seemed to have emerged in front of him.

On the sixth and third days of surviving on the deserted island, Wen Zheng owned two farmlands, one planted with barley and the other planted with rice.

Chapter 47 "Swish!" Wen Zheng pulled up the mended fishing net from the sea. The animals caught in the fishing net kept struggling in the fishing net, and the violent shaking made the bamboo raft unstable.

Wen Zheng's legs were separated and stuck between the horizontal bamboos to maintain his balance.

The fishing net completely left the sea and was placed on the bamboo raft by Wen Zheng. Tuan Tuan, who stayed on it, flew up and changed his position.

He flipped it with a bamboo pole. Today's harvest was a little more than the previous few days. There were eight fish in it, including an unknown black fish, which was as long as Wen Zheng's forearm. It looked fat and powerful. Its tail kept hitting the bamboo raft, splashing a lot of sea water.

I'll eat you today. Wen Zheng picked up the tail of the black fish and threw its head hard onto the bamboo raft.

Putting the fainted black fish and the remaining obedient fish into the bamboo basket, Wen Zheng paddled the bamboo raft to change position and threw the fishing net into the sea again.

Two hours later, there were more than two dozen large and small sea fish in the bamboo basket. Wen Zheng shook his arms and sat on the bamboo raft to go home.

The sea breeze blew, and without spending any effort, the waves blew the bamboo raft to the beach.

Wen Zheng lay on his back on the bamboo raft. Whether it was the smell of sea water or the fishy smell, he was very familiar with it, and even his body had this smell.

The sun was a little dazzling, and Wen Zheng turned his head to look at the side. Tuan Tuan was standing there combing his feathers.

Tuan Tuan, who had grown again, not only became bigger, but also his beak became longer and sharper, and even the tip of his beak was slightly hooked down, and his wings also became wider and more powerful.

Unlike half a month ago, Tuantuan's attack power was very weak. Now it is more like a small eagle or a juvenile eagle, and is changing towards a hunter.

This unusual change was remembered by Wen Zheng, but no matter how Tuantuan changed, the only thing that did not change was his closeness to Wen Zheng.

The bamboo raft stopped after touching the beach. Wen Zheng cleaned the fishing net and the fish in the shallow sea. Tuantuan teased the small crabs on the beach.

A few branches were randomly set up outside the cave, and the fishing net was placed on them to dry. Wen Zheng first took out the black fish, sliced ​​it into thin fish slices with bamboo strips, and marinated it with sea salt, preparing to make fish soup later.

Most of the remaining small fish were smoked and preserved. There were also a few that were not even half the size of a palm. Wen Zheng simply put them on the fire for simple roasting, but he took a stone and a stick and put them in front of him.

After patiently waiting, Wen Zheng finally saw the mature bamboo rice yesterday morning, and the hard shell outside had turned red.

At that time, he happily ran around in the bamboo forest for two circles, scaring away many birds.

Wen Zheng cut off a bamboo on the spot, tied it to the bamboo sword, raised the extended bamboo sickle high, and cut down the branches with bamboo rice just like cutting rice.

The bamboo rice that filled half a bamboo basket could not be eaten directly. After picking the bamboo rice from the bamboo branches, it needed to be shelled like rice and wheat.

Wen Zheng didn't know if there was any special way to shell bamboo rice, so he could only try it in the way he processed rice.

Usually, the rice that everyone eats is shelled by machines and sold. There are also many people who use the ancient method of using stone mills to crush and shell. Wen Zheng has neither electric machinery nor difficult-to-make stone mills, so he can only use the more ancient method of using stone mortars and pestles to pound rice.

Fortunately, although not many people use this method nowadays, you can always see it on TV.

Wen Zheng went to the gravel mountain yesterday and found a stone with a natural depression in the middle, and then made a mortar and pestle with a piece of wood as wide as his arm.

After picking the bamboo rice, there was actually very little. Put it in the depression of the stone, and Wen Zheng took the mortar and pestle and slowly hammered it down to pound the rice.

Under his action, the red hard shell outside the rice grains began to fall off, revealing the yellow rice body.

Wen Zheng took a deep breath, but still couldn't suppress his excitement. He even pounded the rice with a lot more force, until some bamboo rice grains were broken, and he quickly controlled his strength.

Bamboo rice is different from ordinary rice. It is round. Under Wen Zheng's patient pounding, the rice grains and the hard shell are completely separated, that is, mixed together. At this time, a bamboo sieve can completely separate them.

Wen Zheng didn't have the patience to make a bamboo sieve. He flipped through the bamboo products he made and took out a small bamboo basket.

The bottom of this bamboo basket is not woven tightly, but the gap is not enough to let the rice grains fall down.

Pour all the pounded rice into the basket, put it on another large bamboo basket covered with leaves and shake it gently. The round rice grains remain in the small bamboo basket, and the light hard shells fall into the big bamboo basket.

Occasionally, some bamboo rice slipped down, and Wen Zheng picked them up without missing a grain.

It was not until the sun rose above his head that Wen Zheng got a bamboo tube full of bamboo rice.

Of course, the hard shells in the big bamboo basket would not be wasted. They were mixed with tender grass seedlings, clam meat, insect kings, etc. and fed to two little wild boars who stayed not far away.

After being caught, the two little wild boars did not live the good life of eating and sleeping like domestic pigs. They were hungry every day, freezing at night, and had to dig the ground diligently. This miserable life made other wild boars cry when they heard about it.

This miserable day ended only after the farmland was planted. Seeing that the two little wild boars had not gained weight during this period, Wen Zheng reflected on his behavior. At the same time, he also wanted to reward the two little wild boars who were good and well behaved, and greatly improved their food standards.

Wen Zheng's careful care was not in vain. The two little wild boars, like Tuantuan, became bigger and fatter.

The temperature was relatively high these days, and even the wind was relatively light. There was no strong wind. Experience made Wen Zheng start to think about the rainstorm that would come sooner or later. He and Tuantuan could hide in the cave, but what about the two wild boars?

Wen Zheng would never let the two wild boars enter the cave he had carefully arranged. He was also worried that the two pigs were still young and would get sick if they were wet in the rain. Would the soft soil washed by water allow them to escape? So he decided to build a pigsty.

So Wen Zheng arranged his time properly these days. In the morning, he went to the bamboo forest to see the growth of bamboo rice, occasionally went to the sea to fish, and picked seafood on the beach at night after the tide receded.

During the day, they search for various materials to build huts for wild boars to live in. After lunch, they will take a nap in the cave to avoid the strong sunlight.

Now, two wild boars are lying on the grass with ropes tied to their bodies to bask in the sun. When Wen Zheng comes over with feed, they stand up when they smell the smell and scramble to eat the feed. Their dark bodies are squeezed together, looking very cute.

Behind them is the unfinished pigpen. This is a relatively high grassland. Tree kings cut into appropriate lengths are inserted into the ground and arranged in two rows. Because Wen Zheng wants to make the top slanted and let the rain flow smoothly, the row of wood at the back is made higher.

Next, there are two narrower wooden walls to be made, preferably movable ones that can be used as doors. As for the top, Wen Zheng is reluctant to give the wild boars plastic cloth, so he can only lay bamboo and leaves on the top to keep out the rain, which will take a lot of time.

Although the pigpen has not been built yet, the two wild boars have been placed here because it is a little far from the cave.

Even though they were so far away, Wen Zheng still cleaned every day, and every day there was a bad smell that drifted to the cave entrance with the wind.

Because of this, the fire outside was smoking fish, and the smell of burning leaves covered up the smell, and Wen Zheng ran into the cave to cook.