Later, after my friends have finished sweeping up the survival supplies, and as soon as the rope is untied, this broken body will follow the floating island to the end of the world. Are you just going to bloom a flower and have nothing to do with me?
Most of the 25kg bag of rice, a small can of millet, a 10kg bag of Wudeli flour that has not even been opened, a bunch of red peppers, half a piece of garlic...
When people pass by, they leave their voices behind and when geese plucking their hair, Li Cang doesn’t want to let go of anything.
The owner of the hospital has so many supplies that it makes people’s heads tingle!
How did he do it?
How did you create this floating island?
My benefactor, please accept my respects from this villain!
People are so irritating. When the disaster happened, all I had around me was a plate of Jianweixiaoshi tablets and two half-filled bottles of salt water...
Why can he save so many useful things in a cyberpunk disaster where the earth cracks open like a firework?
This damn guy is not a homeowner, he is clearly a big landowner...
pity.
There are no people and no food to eat.
emmmm...
Could this luck be exchanged for life?
That's not necessary for duck...
When he saw the half fan of salted pork hanging from the beam, his eyes suddenly turned blue.
Half a fan of pork with ribs weighing only about twenty or thirty kilograms. It is already very dry. It has short white and gray hairs on the surface and is covered with a dirty black layer of salt, Sichuan peppercorns and peppercorns. It looks like...
.
It looks so delicious!
What is the mentality of a person who has eaten grass roots and tree bark for three days and barely collected all the Guanyin soil to summon the dragon? He is so hungry that he can't wait to stew himself in an iron pot when he sees the fat man?
From the moment he caught sight of this piece of bacon, Li Cang's stomach began to sing a war song with all his strength, making loud noises, beating gongs, drums, and suonas, as if he was afraid he wouldn't feel it.
"Wait, what is that..."
In the distance, the sparkling green light rose slowly at the contact point between the two islands, seeming to be undergoing wonderful changes.
Li Cang felt something in his heart. He took a few steps, stepped on his own floating island, and summoned a wishing coin:
[Song of Sky Island: Li Cang (Cang)]
[Air island area: 8.09*8.96 (merging)]
【Prayer】
【comminicate】
hiss!
Long, grown up?
Almost every second, the number of empty island areas will jump up, although it is only a slight change in the second digit after the decimal point.
How can this be annexed again? It’s unreasonable!
but...
Never mind it!
Things on the island...
It’s all mine? Even the island is mine?!
If you say that, I won’t be hungry!
I was excited for a while, but I still have to do the work that needs to be done...
There is plenty to eat on the floating island, but he, the island owner, is still hungry.
continue!
I found a large iron pot, which was smashed by a beam;
A horse spoon, flat;
A cast-iron pot with ears hanging from it was hung on three iron chains that had not been used for an unknown period of time. The pot was half a finger thick.
In perfect condition.
This stuff isn't cheap.
The pot had obviously been carefully maintained before it was put away, and it smelled strongly of polymerized oil.
There are still a few undamaged basins and bowls in the cabinet.
A large water tank sat on the stone floor, just blocked by the diagonally falling beams. It was not broken or leaking.
There was half a tank of water inside, cold, clean and clear.
Proper strategic reserve materials!
Li Cang lit a fire in the yard on the spot, burning the wood that had been smashed after the yard collapsed. He did not dare to touch the briquettes, briquettes and neatly piled wood in the kitchen.
Gritting his teeth hard, he cut a piece of the half of the bacon into a piece the size of a kilogram, placed it on the fire until it sizzled, scraped off the black dirt on the surface with a kitchen knife, and then washed it with rainwater to dry it.
Clean.
He couldn't even bear to wash the rice...
Well, it looks pretty clean anyway.
Add half a gourd and ladle of clean water, throw it into the pot together with the bacon, cover it and start cooking.
The wood fire was very strong, and soon the alluring aroma of rice and meat came from the pot, and it smelled oily.
The rice was cooked quickly, and every grain of rice was covered with sparkling oil. The brown rice cooker underneath had its sides tilted up, forming a natural large bowl in the cast iron pot to hold the rice and rice.
bacon.
"Hiss... so hot..."
Li Cang tremblingly took out the bacon and placed it on the chopping board - mainly out of excitement.
The kitchen knife was waved and sliced into thin slices.
The lean meat is red and the fat meat is as transparent as frosted glass.
A large pot of rice was topped with slices of bacon. Li Cangren was already drunk before he even ate it.
I have to say that the owner of the bacon curing house is definitely an expert.
Judging from the overall decoration of the yard and the kitchen utensils, the homeowner who has turned into a monster is probably a wealthy man who came to the countryside or suburbs in pursuit of a refined life.
The bacon cooked together with rice is the king of bacon. It is moderately salty and fat but not greasy. The lean meat is chewy and chewy, and the fat and fat are splashed out in one bite. Then you have a big mouthful of crystal clear rice...
"Huh...hiss...this is what fucking is called alive!"
No matter what the situation of others is, Li Cang feels like he is alive again at this moment.
Clicking on the crystal coin, he chewed a large piece of fat while looking at the frequency hopping of a few tenths of an island.
After holding it in for a long time, I summarized it in two words:
Let’s eat!
What the hell do you call it a fucking beauty!
So delicious!
The green light at the contact point between the two islands became more and more prosperous. It was only more than two feet wide at first, but now it is close to half a meter, and they are still engulfing and merging with each other.
Li Cang was still holding the bowl boldly, holding on to the very hot hanging pot stand, and said majesticly:
"This is the country I built."
This is probably a typical case of eating too much.
And until Li Cang filled his stomach and began to sort out the useful supplies in the new territory besides food and water, the monster's corpse was still working tirelessly.
——A huge bright morning glory full of tentacles grew from the cavity of the corpse.
The tentacles are stretching and curling uncontrollably, as if they are grabbing something from the air. They are very vicious and look very restrained.
My dear fellow, can you really blossom?
In the center of the trumpet flower with a diameter of more than half a meter, there is a green crystal coin stuck to the thick stamen-like tentacles, which is 80% similar to the prayer coin on the island.
"Coin of Destiny?"
Li Cang's heart was beating wildly.
This thing seems to have a strange and powerful attraction to people, making people's inner possessiveness expand and they can't wait to put the coins in their pockets.
Li Cang was not carried away, and his hand subconsciously reached for the morning glory and stopped halfway.
However, the coins in the morning glory fell off from the stamens of the flower on their own as if they were attracted by him. With a "pop" sound, they slid out in a parabola and fell into the palm of Li Cang's hand.
——Newton secretly wiped his tears when he saw this curve.
As soon as I touched the crystal coin, a cold and refreshing feeling spread from the palm of my hand to the back of my head, as if I had walked into an air-conditioned room from a 40-degree summer day, and my whole body was instantly refreshed.