After rummaging for a long time, Tong Duoduo couldn't find a suitable container for her salt in addition to the storage box, so she could only wrap the small handful of poor salt in lotus leaves and put it into a small storage box. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

If you eat it with salt, it tastes completely different.

She drank three bowls of bone seaweed soup in one go, and then roasted two large pieces of salted roast meat and a large plate of fried sweet potato leaves, and then stopped to wipe her mouth with satisfaction.

It was already dark. The tigers and antelopes picked up in the trap will not break if they are placed in the space for a while, and she has no intention of dealing with them immediately. There was nothing else that had to be dealt with immediately, and she felt that the most urgent and worthy of her attention now was to strengthen herself first.

After calming down, she sat down and began to slowly enter the state of cultivation.

It was another sleepless night, and when he opened his eyes in the morning, Tong Duoduo felt his spirit shimmering.

Roasted a large piece of meat, and ate the remaining sweet potato leaves. She quickly skinned the tiger and the antelope, and dismantled the bones and flesh, and smeared the meat with salt and hung it to dry.

This time, she was much more skilled in skinning, but unfortunately there was a large area on the tiger skin itself because of the trap. The antelope's skin is fine, quite intact.

After breakfast, she ran to the trap again, and this time found that there was a giant python coiled in the trap, and it had been dead for a long time.

The trap was restored, and the entrails of the big tiger were dropped as bait. She left here and went straight back to skin the python, and then went out again. Directly began to be busy extracting fine salt and weaving mattresses from dried cattails......

Before she knew it, it was afternoon, and before it was dark, she went on another trip to the small canyon.

Tong Duoduo went to the river to take a look first, and found that there was no trace of the chimpanzee there, except for a large patch of grass that was still crooked, and even the traces of the battle between the two beasts on the ground had almost disappeared.

sighed, she had actually expected such a result a long time ago, but she still wanted to confirm it. This is where the brutal laws of survival of the jungle can be glimpsed.

Turning around, she quickly picked strawberries in a small storage box, ran to dig up sweet potatoes in several large storage boxes, and picked a lot of sweet potato leaves before turning around.

On the way back, she continued to dig up a lot of wormwood, chrysanthemum, mint, plantain, perilla, and vines with excellent toughness, and of course she did not forget to pick up as many branches as she could.

The days passed day by day, and before I knew it, Tong Duoduo had been here for more than five months, and a full hundred and fifty days and nights had passed. Looking at the thirty neat orthography on the stone wall, she couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion.

Even after more than five months, the climate here is still the same hot summer as when she first arrived. And as she found more and more useful plants, her doubts deepened.

This is because there are many plants on the earth that belong to different seasons and months, and they can exist here at the same time.

I don't know how long it will take for the "summer" to end, or if the climate will always stay like this? The more uncertain she became, the more she became more and more interested in storing food and furs, salt, dry twigs, dead wood, and the like.

Even in order to store more things, she not only piled up things in her "home", but even the small stone cave on top of her was blocked by her outside with a stone that could shelter from the wind and rain, and then it was filled with dry branches and dead grass and leaves for fire.

In addition, she also accidentally discovered that there was a cave hidden above her head that was two or three times larger than her own cave and more hidden.

In fact, it was only a matter of time before the cave would be discovered by her.

From the very beginning, she had always wondered what the top of her house would look like, but unfortunately she couldn't afford to go up and check it out. Later, as her cultivation progressed, it was no longer a problem to climb a tree and climb a stone wall, so she climbed up along the stone wall to see.

As a result, she was completely relieved. The cave above her head was bigger, and because of its high position, the entrance of the cave was hidden, and she couldn't see it from the bottom, unless she reached the top, she couldn't find that there was a hole there, but even if she knew, it would be extremely difficult for other people or beasts to go up from the outside.

In fact, let alone go up from the outside, even if she wants to go up from the inside, it is not easy.

But she couldn't watch such a large and secluded cave go into ruins right under her nose, and it was fitting to use it as a warehouse. It can just make up for the fact that the cave where she lives is not big enough, and there are not enough things to put in.

So in the end, she finally found a way to make a rope ladder out of vines, which was finally much more convenient.

After several rounds of smoking, the "warehouse" on top was still full of dry twigs and a large amount of food.

I don't know why, but in the face of such an abnormal climate, she has a strong intuition that makes her more desperate to store more food, and the more the better.

She suspects that this intuition actually comes from the life experience of the original body. Although the memory of the original body in her mind is gone, the complexity of the human brain is also well known, so it is normal to "warn".

So I hold a kind of "I would rather believe what I have than what I don't." She began a life of little hamster-like porters.

So these days, she lives a very busy and fulfilling life.

Except that the cultivation every night is thunderous. During the day, she is busy looking for all kinds of food and things she needs for life. She has also read the "Botanical Illustrated Book" countless times, and the plants in it are all familiar to her.

Now the number of traps she has dug has increased to six. And it's no longer limited to the one on the edge of the waterfall. Along the grassy river, near which she dug five large traps, from which almost every big prey harvest came.

So every day, even if it rains, as long as the rain is not heavy, she will go to the trap in the morning to have a look. I don't know if it's because she's always used the guts and bones of her prey as bait, but she's always got something every time anyway, the difference is just the amount of the catch.

She has collected a lot of all kinds of prey, and she has also accumulated a lot of fur, not only a lot of them are put outside, but most of the best and most complete ones are stored in the space.

In fact, at the beginning, she really didn't know what to do with those furs, but later she saw that there was nowhere to put them, and she was reluctant to throw them away, so she had no choice but to start slowly "researching".