Out of curiosity, the third child of the Cheng family got too close and had water drops all over his head. Just as he wiped his face clean with the linen cloth tied around his waist, two shadows rushed towards him with a fishy smell.
Cheng Qing watched coldly, watching as the two fish used the three small fish as bait.
It wasn't that she was cold-blooded and didn't care about their safety, but Cheng Aotian once taught her a lesson in an "innocent" way.
Soon she will take them to a new map to collect supplies. If she encounters danger and does not know how to respond, she may not have time to save them.
The danger of these fishes is zero, but the three of the Cheng family are too small and can be easily swallowed. If she can't handle even two fish, she will be prepared to sacrifice them at any time.
Cheng Aotian is indeed a man who has gone out to fight. He naturally understands how powerful some species are and ran away.
Perhaps because he made too much noise, a fish was attracted instead, twisting its head and opening its round mouth, sucking in like a devouring beast.
Cheng Aotian jumped back and hid.
Cheng Mary and Cheng Tom instinctively felt that the fish was weird and the taste was even more unpleasant. When they saw Cheng Aotian running away, they both ran away too.
Unfortunately, they were too slow and were sucked in by the fish.
Cheng Mary's entire head entered the fish's mouth, and thanks to his snowman figure, her body was stuck outside.
The two little ones had worked together so many times that they already had a tacit understanding. Cheng Tom happily pulled Cheng Mary out. Only then did he realize that this wet and slippery monster didn't seem to be scary.
Seeing that Cheng Qing didn't stop her, Cheng Mary immediately raised her wet head, pulled out the hoe she carried on her back, and hit the fish on the head.
His facial features were rigid, and there was obviously no change in his expression, but his bean eyes burst out with the joy of revenge.
Of the two fish, one was shot to death and the other was exhausted.
The other eight fluttering lines also showed signs of hypoxia.
Cheng Qing quickly picked up the live fish, carried it in his old clothes, and put it in the bathroom sink.
Open the faucet and fill the pool with water. Although the eight-tailed fish doesn't even have room to swim, it won't die alive at least.
"The three of you go dig a pool behind the hill. About..." she thought for a while, "the length and width of two chairs are as deep as my waist."
The three little ones obeyed the instructions, each took their tools and found a good place to dig.
Cheng Qing was not idle either.
She chose two sweet potatoes, one large and one small, cut the large one into three pieces, put them into a bowl filled with water, and cultivated the other one directly in water.
She has never planted land before and doesn't know how to handle this kind of rhizomes, so she can only try it.
There was too much water in the bowl. She thought about it, poured out half of it, and moved the bowl to the foot of the mountain to avoid direct sunlight.
The coconuts were divided into two methods. One was grown hydroponically, but it was placed next to a torch to artificially raise the temperature. The other was roughly buried by her in front of the row of bread trees.
Visible on the light screen, a small patch suddenly appeared on the square field.
Cheng Qing's intuitive system hinted to her that the correct way to bury the soil was.
But this is not a seed released by the game system after all. The future development has been finalized. She is not a planting expert. The success of the wild seeds she chooses will need time to be verified.
After finishing my work, I was sweating again, and the sky was getting dark.
She picked up the shovel and helped the three little ones dig the hole until it was almost two meters wide and one meter high.
She jumped down and patted the surroundings to solidify the soil. She pulled the nozzle out of the toilet cubicle and Cheng Aotian turned on the faucet to fill the small fish pond not far from the mountain.
The black soil is very hard, so there is not much floating mud washed away by the water. When it gets completely dark, the mud sinks to the bottom.
Cheng Qing still used old clothes to catch fish and put them all into the small fish pond. He also used the leftover residue in the instant noodle bag as food and threw it in casually.
Whether you live or die depends on your fate.
As for the two dead fish, she cut off their heads and removed their internal organs, tied them with hemp ropes, and hung them above two torches to dry.
This time Cheng Qing was not in a hurry to go back to the house. She looked at the time on the screen: nine o'clock in the evening the next day.
In other words, the sky will get dark at seven o'clock. To be on the safe side, you must return to the mountain before eight o'clock, otherwise you will have the opportunity to face monsters at night. SAY HI.
Cheng Qing pulled out the eight scorpion legs from under the grill with firewood, put them in a sack and brought them to the room. Because the scorpion shell was hard and thick, there was no smell. She didn't know if it was burnt, and she didn't care if it would break.
Just pry open the shell to reveal the heavier-colored scorpion meat inside.
After systematic identification, this is the muscle of an arachnid and scorpion. It is non-toxic, slightly mushy and edible.
She put the eight legs on the table to heat them up for breakfast tomorrow.
I'm going to bed late today. I started making the backpack and tool table at five o'clock, and there are still three hours left to finish.
She had to race against time to put the unprocessed meat in her backpack, otherwise it would probably stink all the next day with the current temperature.
Since it was a backpack made in a game, Cheng Qing guessed that it at least had the function of freezing time, otherwise she could only stay up one night to roast all the fish and meat, and then eat it within two days or trade it.
After half an hour, Cheng Qing's eyelids began to fall down. She raised her fist and hit herself on the head.
The bald girl grinned and woke up in pain.
She thought for a while and began to chew on the scorpion's legs to replenish her exhausted mental fatigue.
While chewing, he opened the communication platform. Unfortunately, when night came, all the players were either shivering in the protective circle or sleeping soundly. The sporadic barrage was not interesting to watch.
But the private messages kept shining brightly.
After clicking it, he raised his thin eyebrows.
The information is sent in order, one is according to the latest time, and the other is according to the quantity.
Chen Tiantian's private message now occupies the first place. The earliest one was sent at ten o'clock in the morning. There were more than a dozen messages, and then just now.
Cheng Qing took a closer look and suddenly remembered everything that happened on the communication platform in the afternoon.
Chen Tiantian: Boss, boss, Zhou Cheng framed me, but I didn’t feel wronged by him. Don’t listen to his nonsense.
Chen Tiantian: Why is this person like this?! I really didn’t say that, boss, you must not believe him.
Chen Tiantian: Boss... tell me, are you angry?
…
I posted several such invalid explanations.
Cheng Qing swept past.
And now every paragraph sent is accompanied by a picture.
She randomly picked one to look at and found that it was a screenshot of a conversation.
…
Zhou Cheng: Beauty, what kind of food did you change? I have too many supplies and I want to refer to them.
Chen Tiantian: I changed it to milk tea, it tastes so good, so sweet, a treasure in the world.
Zhou Cheng: What is milk tea?
Chen Tiantian: a kind of drink and dessert that ancient people drank every day. Usually the first cup of milk tea in autumn is the most popular.
Zhou Cheng: What nutrients are there in the things that have been eliminated in our interstellar era? They are not as nutritious as food!
Chen Tiantian: You don’t understand, this is spiritual food, I’m happy when I drink it. It’s really delicious, I highly recommend it!
Zhou Cheng: Who did you exchange it with? I'll try it too.
Chen Tiantian: The great master of our district, Cheng Qing, swapped it with her.
Zhou Cheng: I have a good idea of what to exchange for, lest the master looks down on my things.
Chen Tiantian: ...Well, you should ask the master! I only have so few supplies, and even the master can take a fancy to me.