In the middle of the night, the monkey felt that his body was very hot, as if he was sitting in a hot pot and boiling, he was sweating profusely and wanted to get up but then fell to the ground, weak but unbearably hot, he knew that he had a fever, but he didn't know how to deal with it, he could only endure it, and when he was thirsty, he drank the stream water.

The next day, it was even more serious, not only was my body weak, my body was hot, my lips began to dry out, and even my head began to hurt. His nose began to flow out of his nose constantly, the wound on his back was itchy, and there was foul-smelling pus flowing out, and it was only then that he realized that this was not a simple fever, and if he didn't do anything, he would definitely die.

He wanted to go and pick some herbs, but he didn't have the strength to go out, his whole body was weak, and he had to walk hard, let alone through the dense jungle, he couldn't help it, he himself felt a little desperate, and he really hoped that someone would find him and save him. But after thinking about it, don't expect it, who will come to this bird doesn't in the barren mountains and mountains, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Turning around and going back to the rock crevice, he saw the Teng potato hanging on the ground, and thought about it anyway, it was better to eat something, and it was better to go on the road when he was full. Although he didn't have much appetite, his unwasted personality drove him to take the vine potatoes one by one and throw them into the fire. Cover it with a layer of carbon ash, it didn't take long to cook, take it out and peel off the charred skin, revealing the yellow meat inside, opened its mouth and took a bite, and then kept exhaling in its mouth, obviously burning its mouth.

After a while, the potatoes that had been dried on the ground were only left with the same skin as a small hill, and they felt that they had eaten for the first time after eating. It turns out that I feel this way, I haven't felt it for a long time, and it's only when the village chief's house celebrates the New Year, and I groped and returned to the haystack, lying on it, although my back still hurts a little, but I'm going to die anyway, and I still care about what the wound is cracking, it's a joke. Then he closed his eyes and waited for death, and waited until he fell asleep, and the monkey did not notice it when he was asleep, and his body was bubbling with bursts of mist, attracting the surrounding poisonous insects to approach.

At noon the next day, he woke up hungry and found that he was not dead, a little strange that he was still alive, but the symptoms were still not reduced, nor more serious, except that the snot became blue, but he was a little dizzy in front of him, but his stomach was also very hungry, and he didn't have any appetite yesterday, and he suddenly felt a little sad, and he felt helpless that he was still alive but had nothing to eat.

But one more day is one more day, anyway, there is no concern, rummaging in the package for a long time, only found a small half bag of rice, holding the pot and began to cook skillfully, this is the hunger of the stomach is getting stronger and stronger, always feel that this bit of rice is not enough to eat, and go to the package to rummage for a long time, find out all the things that can be eaten, eat what can be eaten raw, and put it into the pot to cook if it can't be eaten immediately.

In this way, he kept eating, and after a while, he ate all the food he found, and returned to the pot where the porridge was cooking, and sat and looked at the porridge in the pot, but he looked at the steaming porridge and became more and more hungry, and then he picked up the spoon and tasted it, and then hunger drove him to wait for the porridge to be cooked, and immediately took the pot out of the fire, and ate it one bite at a time with the spoon, the porridge was very hot, and he couldn't stand it after eating a few bites, so he took the pot and took some stream water, and continued to eat after the temperature was lowered. After a while, I finished eating, and my stomach felt a little bit.

Returning to lie on the straw mat, he suddenly felt that he might not have died of illness, but might have starved to death. At the thought of this, he suddenly became a little depressed, and his originally pale face became even whiter.