Surviving Endless Disasters

The water used to wash rice was not thrown away. The water used to wash rice can be used to wash hair, and the water used to wash bamboo rice should also be used.

During the days on the deserted island, Wen Zheng was most troubled by washing his hair. There was no good shampoo or shower gel, and there was no soapberry tree. Simply washing with sea water could not remove the grease on the hair, which made Wen Zheng want to shave his head, just for fear of hurting his scalp.

Later, when he saw the ash left after burning firewood, Wen Zheng suddenly thought that he could use the ash to soak in water to wash his hair and clothes.

Although the ash is dirty, the potassium carbonate contained in it can remove dirt and absorb the grease in the hair.

Put the ash left after burning the grass and wood in the water and stir it, and wait quietly for it to settle. At this time, a lot of potassium carbonate will be dissolved in the water on the upper layer. This solution containing potassium carbonate becomes Wen Zheng's shampoo and laundry detergent.

Wen Zheng is constantly searching for ways that can be used in his mind to solve various problems in his life. After the shed for the captive wild boars is built, he also wants to try making paper by himself.

As his thoughts wandered further and further, Wen Zheng pulled his thoughts back and put the bamboo rice into the shell of the washed king clean. He added fresh water according to the amount of steamed rice, and then thought about it and added a little more. If it was too thin, he would drink porridge.

Cover the shell with a bamboo cover, add some firewood to the earthen stove, and slowly steam the bamboo rice into bamboo rice.

Don't worry about the shells here. Wen Zheng changed his position and came to another earthen stove next to it. The water in the shell on top was about to boil.

Add bamboo shoots, sea salt, sour fruit and a little sweet juice to season it. When the water started to boil, Wen Zheng added the pickled thin black fish slices.

Last night, Wen Zheng dreamed that he was having dinner with his grandfather at home. In front of him was steamed rice with distinct grains and crystal clear, and in front of him was a large basin of pickled fish. The pickled cabbage was pickled at home, and the smell alone made people salivate.

Unfortunately, Wen Zheng woke up from his dream before he could eat it. After waking up, he was still thinking about the meal he didn't eat.

It happened that a batch of bamboo rice was harvested, but there was only smoked fish in the cave. Of course, fresh fish meat was suitable for the newly harvested bamboo rice.

So Wen Zheng went to the sea to catch fresh sea fish after going to the bamboo forest.

The sun was shining outside, and Wen Zheng stayed in front of the earthen stove, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his back.

He was busy for the food happily, trying his best to restore the meal he didn't eat in his dream.

Chapter 48 Since the harvest of bamboo rice, Wen Zheng felt particularly fulfilled.

Even though the amount of bamboo rice was not much and he could only eat it every now and then, he felt good after eating bamboo rice, and he slept well when he was in a good mood, and he was full of energy every day when he slept well.

With this energy, Wen Zheng quickly built the pigpen for raising pigs, except for the roof that could block the rain.

Unexpectedly, the heavy rain did not give him this time.

On the beach a few hundred meters away, a brightly colored bird was flying towards here, followed by a man surrounded by plants.

The baskets in his hands and on his back were filled with plants. Wen Zheng, who was wearing a grass skirt, could not see the road ahead clearly, and ran towards the cave relying on his memory.

The air today was particularly dry and dull. Thinking that the residence of the two little wild boars had no roof, Wen Zheng went out to collect palm leaves.

Even after seeing the change in the sky, he hurried back, but he still couldn't beat the speed of the rainstorm. Before he reached the cave, bean-sized raindrops fell on him.

The dark sky seemed to open the door, and the rain poured down. In just a few minutes, the scattered raindrops turned into a particularly fierce rainstorm, washing everything on this deserted island.

Putting the palm leaves in his hands on his head, Wen Zheng wiped the rain on his face, but his footsteps stopped. A few meters away were the two cultivated farmlands.

The importance of the crops planted in the farmland to him is self-evident. I wonder if this rainstorm has any impact on it.

Wen Zheng ran over anxiously, scanning the rain on the ground carefully.

The rice with a shorter growth period in the two fields has already sprouted, and even the barley has shown its head in the past few days.

This is the eighth day of survival on the deserted island. After the crops were sown and grew for another half a month, the grass plants can be clearly seen to be different from the wild grasses growing naturally next to them.

Farming has never been an easy job. It is a lot easier in modern society with various machines that replace manual labor. But before those machines, most of the farmers' time was spent on the fields, and they were worried about the poor harvest at the time of harvest.

Wen Zheng is not afraid of hard work, but after the seeds were planted, he was really relaxed.

It's not that he doesn't want to do it, but he really can't do it. For example, watering, the fresh water collected in those bamboo tubes is enough for him and Tuantuan to drink daily, and the groundwater collected in the dug water storage pit is to feed wild boars, where is the fresh water to irrigate the fields.

As for watering with sea water? This is because they are afraid that these seedlings will not die fast enough.

At that time, the king grass was burned on the ground, which may have really killed a lot of grass seeds and insect eggs. Until now, there are not many weeds growing in the ground. The few that have emerged have been dealt with by Wen Zheng, and there is still Tuan Tuan on the insect side.

As for the birds on the island, some like to hunt in the sea, and some like to forage in the mountains. Usually there are no birds staying here, and there are none now.

Maybe when the rice is ripe, there will be birds stealing food, and then we can make a scarecrow.

But thinking about Tuan Tuan's performance these days, Wen Zheng felt that there was no need to worry at all.

A few days ago, I went to the mountain to pick bamboo rice. In the bamboo forest, I met a big white bird that was almost twice as big as Tuantuan. Of course, in Wen Zheng's opinion, this big white bird was far less beautiful than Tuantuan.

Wen Zheng was concentrating on collecting bamboo rice in the bamboo forest and didn't notice that Tuantuan disappeared.

Unlike rice, bamboo rice doesn't attract birds to eat it, so Wen Zheng, who has no competitors, is not in a hurry at all. When he saw that the bamboo basket was almost full, he thought of calling Tuantuan to go home together.

Wen Zheng always thought that Tuantuan had sneaked out to play. When he saw Tuantuan flying back with messy feathers, his heart was twitching. He immediately held Tuantuan to check, and thought about helping Tuantuan to get revenge.

Tuantuan had lost a lot of feathers, and there were pieces here and there, all of which were pecked wounds. It must be a bird king.

After returning that day, Wen Zheng studied the bird traps and the bows and arrows for shooting birds. The bows and arrows took time to make, but the traps were set up in the bamboo forest the next day, and there was also special bird food that Tuantuan loved to eat in it.

The bird traps didn't work. There were not many birds in the bamboo forest, and the big white bird that Wen Zheng wanted to catch was not caught.

Moreover, Tuantuan had not listened to Wen Zheng's persistent teachings. Every day, he flew into the bamboo forest, rubbed Wen Zheng's face, and then ran away. When Wen Zheng finished picking bamboo rice, Tuantuan came back with scars all over his body.

Wen Zheng was worried every day. The traps were useless. He didn't know what went wrong in the process of making the bows and arrows. He couldn't do anything about the flying big white bird.

During those days, Wen Zheng felt that Tuantuan was a rebellious boy who knew how to fight outside every day, and he was the old father who worked hard to raise the child every day, but couldn't control the child. But this old father was biased and cruel, thinking that his children were bad, and it was all the children outside who led them badly.

Tuan Tuan was usually so well behaved, but he suddenly learned to fight. It must be the big white bird outside that provoked him.

This kind of life lasted for nearly a week. Many feathers on his head were pecked off. Tuan Tuan, who was completely bald, became stronger. That day, he finally did not come back in disgrace. Instead, he flew around Wen Zheng proudly, and then let the feather in his mouth slowly fall into Wen Zheng's palm.

It was a long white feather, which was obviously from the big white bird. At that time, Wen Zheng felt a mixture of relief, pride, pride, anger, worry, etc.

Anyway, from that day on, the traps in the bamboo forest were dismantled, and he no longer made bows and arrows. Wen Zheng believed that Tuan Tuan could definitely deal with the big white bird by himself.