Ansu took one and cut it open with a dagger, and found that although its skin was blue-green, it was very hard, and if it weren't for Ansu's dagger that sharpened iron like clay, I am afraid that it would have been split with an axe. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Ansu plunged the dagger into the fruit and sliced it down, and after cutting a hole, no juice flowed out. Ansul cut it in half and found that it had three layers, the first layer was about a centimeter thick shell, the second layer was avocado-like flesh, and the third layer was like the hard pit of a peach pit. After cracking open the pit, inside are two pieces of almond-like pulp. Ansu tasted it, and the kernels were rich in oil.

"You taste it." Ansu handed Simon the other half of the kernel.

"Like almonds." Simon chewed a few times and swallowed it.

"It's a good thing." Ansu turned the turquoise hard shell, "You take me to take a look." ”

This thing, which Ansu called the ground coconut fruit, grew on a sunny hillside covered with gravel, and the leaves were dark green, which was indeed a little swaggering in this bleak forest. The fruits grew at the roots, about two or three of each, surrounded by dirt and dead leaves, like green footballs.

An Su was looking at it, and suddenly heard a sound of knocking from the opposite mountain forest, do-do, like an axe hitting the trunk of a tree. Ansu and Simon glanced at each other and walked over to the place where the sound had come from. They use trees to sneak closer. The sound of the knocking was getting louder and louder, and occasionally you could hear something shattering.

Chirping--

A monkey with white fur and only a handful of black fur on the top of its head jumped up the tree. The handful of black hair grows on the head, like an inch head, and with its human-like facial features, it looks even more clever.

Ansu noticed that it was holding the flesh of the coconut fruit in its hand, and little by little they were pulling the flesh off the smashed husk and stuffing it into their mouths, and their cheeks were full and squirming.

It's they who make those knocking sounds.

They place the coconut fruit they have picked on a relatively flat rock, lift the stone and smash the fruit continuously. Because the shells of coconut fruits are so hard, it often takes some time for them to break open. And not every monkey can master this trick. Some of them either choose the stone too light or too brittle, or they can't grasp the strength and angle of smashing down, so they smash it, and the coconut fruit will roll away, and they have to put down the stone and run over to pick up the coconut fruit. After tossing for a long time, he couldn't capture the hard shell of the coconut fruit.

Some monkeys have bad intentions and want to get something for nothing while the other monkeys are not paying attention. But these monkeys, who can smash the coconut fruit on the ground, are superior to them both physically and intellectually, and few thieves can get away with it.

Some of the baby monkeys hold rocks and imitate the movements of adult monkeys, and they will have to practice so that they will have a better chance of smashing the coconut fruit on their own.

"Captain, they can't be another tribe, are they?" Simon asked softly.

"They're just a kind of monkey with a higher level of intelligence." After listening to it for so long, they just make some monotonous sounds.

"Let's go." After observing for a while, Ansu said. If you don't go back, the fire will be extinguished.

Now that the monkeys proved that they were edible, they picked some more coconut fruit on the way back. When I went back, the flame became smaller, but fortunately it was not extinguished. Ansuldo added some dry branches to the fire again, heated the bacon he had brought, dug out the flesh with a dagger, and ate some sweet berries. This meal is the most nutritious.

Ansu put the hollowed-out husk on the fire, and under the **** of the tongue of fire, the dark green skin gradually turned black, but it was not burned in the end. Ansu took the back of the knife and knocked on the husk, it was still hard.

A good pot. An Su raised his eyebrows, there is no need to use stone nests in the future, not only is it difficult to make but also does not heat quickly. With this hard husk, it is more convenient to pack everything.

"Later, we'll go find some vines and come back and weave some nets." Ansu said, otherwise, so many ground coconut fruits would not be able to be brought back. To carry these relatively large round fruits, it is best to use a net bag.

It was not easy to find some more flexible vines this season, and it was not easy for Ansu to find them behind a large bush, but they were old vines, and they were tangled. Ansu picked up a pair of hands and broke it, with the strength of her hand she could bend it slightly, but she was afraid that she would break it with a little more force. Ansu thought about it for a while, and finally decided to take only their skins.

Cut a rattan about three fingers thick from the root and pull it out, and the length is about ten meters. Ansu picked up the skin of the root with a dagger and pulled it in the other direction of the vine, which was very good, tough enough, and not broken. Ansul peeled it off and tried to keep it intact as much as possible, on average a vine could tear off two skins. Ansu held the skin of the rattan and pulled it a few times, but it didn't break. She nodded, she didn't have to make a rope to make a net. The making of nets is similar to the making of fishing nets, and they are all about tying backhand knots one by one. The volume of the ground coconut fruit is relatively large, and the mesh does not have to be so finely braided, so the weaving efficiency is high.

Simon deliberately walked towards the forest where the monkey had appeared. The appearance of monkeys is a good omen, and it may be that there are other animals living in the forest. Simon was so preoccupied with the monkey that he forgot about the search for the vine for a while.

The density of this forest is obviously higher than that of other places, and the fallen leaves alone are covered with a thick layer, interlaced with gold and red, like a gorgeous carpet. People stepped on it, as if they were stepping on cotton, it was soft and hardly made a sound.

Simon's head was slammed suddenly, and he looked up suddenly, meeting a pair of dark eyes on a branch. It opened its mouth slightly in surprise, its two paws clenched in vain. Judging by its movements, it was clear that a second ago, it was holding something with its two paws.

The little guy reacted quickly, and the two fluffy tails behind him suddenly stood up, and he crawled up to the top of the tree.

Simon touched the place where he was smashed and looked down to see the murder weapon - a pine cone? However, this pine cone is also too big, the size of a fist, no wonder it hurts a little where it hits.

Simon picked up the pine cone, broke the wooden scales of the pine, and saw the pine nuts remaining inside. He picked one up and put it under his nose and smelled it, it had the fragrance of pine trees. Seeing a familiar plant in another planet, Simon felt like he had never left the earth. It was only a momentary moment of sparkling, and Simon quickly woke up from his ethereal memories. He clutched the pine cone in his palm, looked up at the tall cedar, and grinned as he wanted to surprise the captain.

The twin-tailed squirrel hiding in the tree flicked its tail restlessly, how did it feel a little bad? (To be continued.) )