Having figured out the path of future development, the protagonist feels a lot more at ease, and even now that he has lost contact with the main force, he is not so nervous.

Just like the RED Army after the Zunyi Conference, even though it was still in such a difficult and dangerous environment as the Long March, it made clear the core and direction, and finally liberated the whole country after just a few years.

With the improvement of his mood, the wind at night seems to become sweeter, and the protagonist enjoys the beautiful scenery of mosquitoes dancing and dragonflies on the sandbank, which is invisible to his homeland.

The head of the moon shifted with the passage of time, and soon hung from the willow tree in the east to the west. The mosquito mist gathering is not over, the dragonfly feast continues, and the protagonist suddenly hears a strange noise.

It was coming from the west, and it seemed to be beneath the cliff bank, like the dull sound of wood colliding.

Through the moonlight, the protagonist looks towards the voice. It was hidden in a shadow, the shadow of the cliff bank, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

However, as the compound eye adjusts to the shimmer of light in the shadows, the protagonist notices that there are many reflective moving objects there, reflecting a faint light that reflects a slowly wriggling trajectory.

The protagonist still hasn't figured out what it is, but as long as the other party isn't close to the nest, the protagonist doesn't plan to figure it out, and sometimes it's not a good thing to be too curious.

For example, tonight, if you want to find out what the occasional noise reflector is, you have to leave the safety of the nest and the shelter of the smoke. When the time comes, the flying mosquito swarm will interfere with the vision, and the dragonflies that attack from time to time may attack the lonely self on the ground, which is not worth the risk.

The protagonist was a little sleepy, so he called out to the two Divine Messenger King warriors who were keeping vigil, asking them to keep an eye on the movements under the cliff bank, and report the situation in time, and then go back to sleep.

The next day, May 18, the ants continued to work during the day, building unfinished nests, collecting food and fuel, and filtering and purifying bitter salts.

The ants who went out early in the morning had a lot of harvests, and many mosquito corpses fell near the nest, some of which had a smoky smell, which seemed to be mosquitoes that were not in good shape and died in the smoke; Some of them had wounded wings, perhaps from the dragonfly's surprise attack; There are also some obvious abnormalities, probably at the end of their lives.

Anyway, the ants had no trouble getting hundreds of mosquito meat, which was enough for a lot of ants to eat a meatloaf.

The protagonist has already thought about the future to focus on the development of civilization, on the one hand, to improve the technological level of the ants, and on the other hand, to plan the internal system of the Divine Envoy King Legion. He himself found a place in the underground lair to meditate undisturbed, wanting to refine the specific plan, and did not directly direct the Legion's actions during the day, but only let the four Legion Commanders act as his deputies.

He has only one request, that is, to collect as many resources as possible, without resources all development plans are empty talk, although this sandbar is poor in resources, but as many as you can collect.

In the evening, the protagonist rests for a while while checking out the day's harvest.

Today, the ants' main catches are weeds, mosquitoes and bitter salt.

The weeds taste bad, and the ants don't like to eat them until they have to, so they have reduced their collection today, but they have selected some durable and nutritious grass roots and grass stems to dry and ship them, and the cut grass blades are messily discarded near the nest, and can be used as fuel when they are dried.

Mosquito meat ants love to eat it, but they are basically consumed on the same day and cannot be preserved.

A lot of coarse salt has been prepared, packed in an empty clay pot, enough for more than ten days, and the protagonist feels that it is not enough, so he has to continue to hoard it. Salt sources are not so easy to find, and there was only one salt marsh on the vast land on the south bank of the Great River. Now that a saline-alkali land has been found, even if the bitter salt produced is of poor quality, resources cannot be easily wasted.

- I'm the dividing line -

After finishing the chores, the moon has risen, and the protagonist continues to the top of the anthill.

Today, the mound has been built higher, and it has exceeded the height of the nearby weeds, so that you can observe the surroundings in a more unobstructed way.

The moonlight is still bright, the mosquito mist is still dispersed, and the dragonflies are still wandering.

The protagonist likes the feeling of being alone at night, as if he is the only one in the world, and his mind is very clear.

During the day, when he thought about the specific plan for future development, he was drowsy from time to time, and when he arrived at this time, he was more energetic.

After watching the cold scenery of the moonlit sandbar for a while, the protagonist hears the dull collision sound of last night again, and turns his head to see the reflections, which seem to be much closer.

The protagonist is a little confused, and looks at the reflections on the west side of the anthill that are moving in this direction.

There are a lot of grass debris scattered around the anthill, which are the waste left by the ants when they cut the juicy grass stems and fat grass roots during the day, and the air smells of oxalic acid.

The protagonist soon discovers that it is the smell of the grass that attracts the reflections.

In the second half of the night, these reflective objects climb up the cliff shore and go straight to the grass pile, where the protagonist realizes that it is a large group of snails.

Then a fishy sweet smell became rich at the same time, and it turned out that the sweet smell that the protagonist smelled last night was not an illusion, but a faint smell that wafted over when this fishy sweet breath was far away.

It is not clear what kind of snails these snails are, but there are roughly three types: there is a medium-sized one, the largest of which is about the same size as the snail eaten in the previous life, but the carapace is pale with black spots; The second, the largest individual is as large as a snail, like a moving fortress, with a colorful carapace; There is also a small snail with a pointed shell with pale and black spots.

Among the three types of snails, the same snail also has different sizes, just like a set of wrenches of different models.

These snails come in groups and climb up the cliff bank at a slow pace to eat.

The two snails, medium and smallest, soon found food in a patch of grass and devoured the blades of grass.

Another large, brightly colored snail that catches the protagonist's attention: they seem to eat everything.

The protagonist sees a snail swallowing two small stones while climbing, and the stones make a dull crashing sound in its stomach, which is where the sound the protagonist heard before coming from. The snail naturally couldn't digest the stone, and soon spit it out again.

In addition, these snails stuff almost everything within their reach, and those that can't be eaten are quickly spit out, and the rest disappears into the mouth.

They don't even let go of other snails, and once they catch the two small snails, they can't escape, and the whole flesh is swallowed with the shell.

The protagonist looks at them for a while, thinks that these snails are not a threat, and prepares to go back to rest!