Calm down, loosen the mouth of the bag slightly, and let the water in the bag flow out little by little, which lasted for half an hour, almost more fish and less water, and he dragged the bag up to the shore of the lake little by little.

The bag was placed on the ground, and the water flowed out of the loose mouth of the bag, and the dying fish in the bag were left with only the share of jumping up and down, and finally could not escape the fate of disemboweling and disemboweling, and became the fate of other people's stomachs.

The fate of the weak is probably like this!

Branches collected at the edge of the forest came in handy as small fish were disemboweled, and their entrails were thrown into plastic bags that had previously served as food for the next catch.

The body of the fish is strung with branches every four, and when it is cooked, it is just one skewer to eat at a meal.

After making twenty fish skewers, a morning's work is over, nearly thirty catties of white fish, enough to eat a week's meal.

What's boring is that now there is no oil, no salt, no seasoning, only pure barbecue.

Alas, be content, there is no wind or rain.

Dig a shallow pit, bury the internal organs on the shore, wrap the fish skewers in clothes, and carry nearly 30 catties of food on your shoulders, and your heart is extremely satisfied.

If you want to keep food for a week in the hot and humid season, you should either dry it or grill it into fillet. The latter can be eaten directly in the future, which is more time-saving, so it is worth the extra effort now.

Seeing Yongchang dragging a bag back, Jin Xiu, who had been waiting for a long time, showed a hint of joy in his eyes.

"Hungry, huh? Lo and behold, our food has been lost. If you bear with me, I'll grill the fish for you. ”

Yongchang didn't dare to make a barbecue under the woods, nor did he dare to make a fire on the grass, and if he accidentally caused a fire, it was not just the fish that was roasted.

Find a place with little vegetation near the shade of a tree and sweep a circle of leaves with a branch to make sure the barbecue area is sufficient to avoid causing a fire.

Firewood is ready-made, the leaves and branches that fell a few days ago are almost dry, and there are countless years of dead branches accumulated in the forest, layered on top of each other, making it impossible for people to set foot in them.

A pile of dead branches was pulled under the forest, and one by one they were placed on the leaves to form a man-high firewood pile. If it's nighttime, you can start the bonfire now, but during the day at noon, burning a fire is not to enjoy the romance but to endure the suffering.

In order to eat, there is nothing that cannot be tolerated, eating is bigger than the sky, if there is nothing to eat, that is, the sky is falling!

There is still half of the match in the pocket, and it can be used for a few months if you save a little, and it is not impossible to use it for a year or two if the fire is well preserved.

Under the dead leaves, a wisp of light smoke slowly rises, and Yongchang can't wait to taste the delicious aroma of grilled fish. No matter how delicious and nutritious sashimi is, grilled fish is king.

The bonfire burned brightly, and a faint green smoke rose into the blue sky, and in about half an hour, a pile of firewood turned into ashes and charcoal, red and red, and warm to the hearts of people.

The four corners of the charcoal fire are inserted with zigzag-shaped branches, and the branches are fixed on the four sides to become a simple grill.

Yongchang put all the fish skewers on the charcoal fire, kept turning the skewers, looking at the roasted fish, although he was sweating all over his body, he couldn't help but drool.

Without waiting for the first cooked skewers in the middle to cool, Yongchang couldn't wait to take a bite, "sizzling" hot, crispy and soft, really delicious, it can be called a delicious meal.

Now he has been hungry for a few days, and a grilled fish is enough to make him hide his face and cry bitterly.

For the sake of the fish, and for the sake of yourself.

A skewer is under the stomach, and the whole body is lazily comfortable to the point of thinking*. At this time, the cooked fish skewers have been put aside to cool, and there are nearly half uncooked fish skewers on the shelf, which can be cooked on the residual heat.

Yongchang took out a string of warm fish skewers and returned to the original place, Jin Xiu smelled the aroma of grilled fish from a distance, and he had already seen through the autumn water.

The delicious grilled fish finally returned to normal, without panic, pain and sluggishness, with a clear smile like a little sister next door. Seeing that she was angry, Yongchang was also very happy.

Having enough to eat, dress warmly, and have someone to accompany you, happiness is so simple.

He picked up his clothes and ran to the lake to wash the blood stains inside, and put the grilled fish in it, so that he could sleep with the grilled fish on his pillow for a few days.

Halfway through the day, he still had to find something to do, although he didn't encounter any danger for a few days, but an unfamiliar environment always had to guard against unknown dangers, not to mention that he didn't want to live by grilling fish all the time.

Who knows if there will be enough fish in the water? Cold-water fish grow very slowly. A survey of the status of exploitable resources is not urgent, but it is necessary.

The following afternoon, Yongchang walked around the crater lake, and he found no trace of other humans, no dangerous animals, no mosquitoes, flies, cockroaches, rats, not even frogs and snakes.

This is really a clean place, a safe pure land, except for the birds in the sky, the fish in the water and the humans walking alone, it is a lonely paradise.

But a place where cockroaches and rats can't survive, isn't it a life-devouring hell?

Perhaps the food chain has been broken due to such a confined environment, or perhaps the height of the valley has caused a huge difference between the internal and external environment, making it impossible for the surrounding organisms to survive, or perhaps there will be a special situation here at some point that will lead to the extinction of all animals.

Thinking of the last possibility, Yongchang felt a trace of fear.

The unknown danger is the real danger, and I don't know when and what kind of danger will arise to live in fear, and the life is not as good as that of a prisoner who is awaiting execution.

Death row inmates will at least know their exact deadlines and enjoy a hearty meal before leaving. As long as you are strong-willed, wouldn't it be nice to enjoy delicious wine and food!

Although there is a sharp sword looming above his head, Yongchang is a guy who has wine today and is drunk today, and he doesn't care about tomorrow today. Worries and fears also circled in my mind, and the clouds were light and light, and I continued to get by.

Walk back to the campsite, add leaves and dead branches to the fire, and soon the embers rekindle and the blazing bonfire illuminates the lonely valley again.

I had dinner with Jin Xiu, lay down in my clothes nearby, and counted the stars in the sky, no wind and rain, no joy or sorrow, and the sky was high and cloudy.

Life is really lonely like snow!

As the days passed, Jin Xiu was able to stand up and walk around.

On that day, he probably fell and injured himself, and he was hungry for five or six days, and his body was too weak. Although he regained his mobility, he never spoke these days.

Follow Yongchang all day long, fishing, making fires, and grilling fish, like a well-behaved little tail.

Miss Jin Xiu became a mute after losing her memory? Wouldn't it be a pity if that were the case?!

These days, the life of grilled fish has exhausted Yongchang's passion for food, and the occasional moment of excitement is when you find a small bush of mushrooms in the grass or catch a bird that has fallen under a tree.

There is no salt, no seasoning, perhaps, the day of becoming a "white-haired woman" and "white-haired" man is coming.

Summer goes to autumn, and the grass and trees are prosperous and withered.

After a few months, although Yongchang's body has recovered neatly, his state is full, and he even feels stronger than his previous small body, but he has also lost his enthusiasm for exploring the valley bottom.

In such a small valley that can be seen almost at a glance, there are not many hidden secrets anymore.

The woods were listed as forbidden places by him, and the dead branches accumulated over the years were traps one step at a time. He didn't want to be strung here on a tree branch, watching his blood run dry, and slowly waiting for his death to turn into jerky.

That's too cruel to himself, it's not fun, and it's not the end of life he expects.

If he had a choice, he would rather die drunk and fall asleep.

Occasionally, he foraged for the sake bottle tree that grew along the edge of the woods, which is said to be a close relative of the baobab tree, which has a lot of water in its trunk and a lot of starch, which can be dug up and ground to make bread.

But his little dagger is really not a tool to use. There wasn't even a pot, porridge couldn't be made, let alone bread.

Cutting off the dead grass around them made their camp much more open and open up to the lake. As long as it doesn't rain, the fire will keep smoldering, maybe the rainy season is about to pass, and there are not many times when it rains, and it is becoming scarce.

There was probably no danger in the volcanic lake, and I swam a lot in it, and I really didn't find anything other than the small fish that seemed to never know what to be afraid of.

This made him depressed, this kind of life is too monotonous.

When he was free, he told Jin Xiu some jokes or made up his own stories, which caused the little girl to "giggle" and laugh.

Then, he'll be goofy and goofy. Thoughts are like knives, cutting into the depths of his soul.

Sometimes, Yongchang floats in the lake, naked swimming is unscrupulous, anyway, there is not even a female mosquito who comes to peep, even Jin Xiu hides far away.

He wondered why people with amnesia don't lose their sense of shame.

Some time ago, I took care of her to eat, drink, and Lazar, and I saw it early in the morning after changing her clothes and washing her body.

He only thinks of himself as his little sister, but he doesn't have any evil thoughts, and he can't eat it now, it's immoral.

His body is like a volcano now, he may have absorbed too much flesh and blood, he has enough energy, and he is full of passion, but he can't find an outlet for catharsis.

So when you're full of food and drink, you either run around the lake or swim in the water.

Only the cool water of the lake can soothe the pain of the soul and cleanse the fire that can make him go crazy.

Looking up at the sky, this is the action that Yongchang has done the most now, the place is small, why not just sit in the well and watch the sky.

Lying in the middle of the lake, he watched, the pure sky, the steep valley, the flocks of birds hovering in the sky, and a black smoke rushing up into the sky, magnificent, pathetic and poignant.

Slow down, isn't it, it's on fire......

The weather was dry, and the smoldering fire probably had charcoal bursting, and the sparks splashed on the grass or withered.

Now is the day when the sword falls and the end comes, right?

The big stove, I have been living in the middle of a big stove, and I thought I was living in a beautiful and lonely paradise, but I didn't expect that the final ending was actually in this volcanic lake, being boiled into a pot of human flesh and fish soup.

The taste of boiled frogs in warm water is never pleasant.

Yongchang at this moment, there is no fear, no sadness. If the ending is already doomed, why fight against fate again, just let the fire burn, and I will turn into smoke and dust and a breeze in this fire.

And then I, or me, a gust of wind, came out of the void and came to naught.

The fire was raging, spreading from the campsite to all directions, and the heat was steaming. A gust of wind blew across the lake, blowing into the woods, fueling the flames, and the dragon swept across the meadow towards the lake, and the tongues of fire turned the trees into huge torches, which "crackled" and exploded.

The flames were surging, as if they were about to destroy the world.

Once, he was very fond of fire.

Igniting and watching fire, this is the instinct of male animals, and it is the life gene inherited from the era of slash-and-burn farming.

Fire represents harvest, it represents food, it represents wealth and power.

When autumn goes to winter, light the dry grass on the ridge, watch the flames roll over the dry grass, the fire dispels the cold, endless warmth, flowing in the heart, it is the happiest time of the year, comparable to fireworks on Chinese New Year's Eve.

But now, fire is the call of death, brilliant, brilliant, making people lost, sinking, and even destroyed.

Yongchang swam back to the shore, put on his clothes, faced the flames, and stood in the wind.

The placket of the clothes hunted in the wind, fluttering like a feather turning into a fairy.

Anyway, in this Jedi, there is nowhere to escape, and being roasted is only sooner or later. It's better to have a good time and soar with dignity.

Such a spectacular scene can be regarded as gorgeous.