I looked towards Rong Zhenxiang from time to time, only to see that Rong Zhenxiang chose a slightly tender and thinner part of the cinnamon bamboo, cut it whole, and then smoothed the cut part, and then put the tip of the folding knife on the fire to roast, and after the tip of the knife was red, he carefully scalded it in the middle of the bamboo he was going to make a bow.

Due to the high temperature of the tip of the knife, the bamboo body began to smoke, and he kept turning the folding knife, so that a relatively smooth black hole was opened, and I knew why he had a fire before.

Rong Zhenxiang threw the perforated bamboo in front of me and said, "The arrow body is just a little smaller than this hole, it is too thin and easy to lose the head!" ”

"Good!"

Jing Ran and I cut the bamboo according to the size of this hole.

Rong Zhenxiang wore a total of seven bamboos and seven holes, and these seven bamboos were naturally the bows of all of us except for him and Gao Lishan.

They brought their own bows and arrows, but we didn't, Rong Zhenxiang counted Pu Yunsong, a child, in it.

Zuo Mingzhu and the rope they simply made of silk cloth were also good, Rong Zhenxiang began to work next, he tied holes at both ends of the bamboo, while piercing the rope through, tied it up, and finally stuffed a small stone into it to reinforce.

After a simple bow was made, Rong Zhenxiang got up with a smile: "Don't underestimate this simple bow, the effective lethality is at least twenty meters to start......"

As he spoke, he took a freshly sharpened bamboo arrow from my hand and pulled it hard, and then I heard him hiss, and a five-centimeter cut was suddenly made on his hand, and blood flowed.

"No, you have to be a little more sleek, it's very rowy!"

I didn't expect this cinnamon bamboo to be so sharp, I tried to shave it as smoothly as possible, or easily cut through Rong Zhenxiang's skin, it seems that if this bamboo arrow is shot on a person's body, I am afraid that the power is not small.

After Rong Zhenxiang bandaged the wound briefly, he said to us: "You are optimistic......

He used his folding knife to fix the bamboo arrow again, and then gestured in front of us.

"If it is a sneak attack, the arrow must be accurate, steady ......" Rong Zhenxiang wound the bamboo arrow, pulled the bow, I heard the bamboo bow make a "squeak" sound, I know, the lethality of this bow, is definitely not small!

"If it's an emergency, you have to use your hands hard to not let the bow deviate from the direction, which is the same as shooting, before you shoot the arrow, your eyes must be on the arrow...... Of course, to my level, it's okay to feel it......" Rong Zhenxiang said this, smiling narcissistically.

Gao Lishan happened to come back from patrol, and when she heard this, she glanced at Rong Zhenxiang: "Wang Po sells melons, it's really not ashamed!" ”

Rong Zhenxiang laughed, then let go of his hand, and with a "whoosh", the bamboo arrow flew away, and finally "ding" and directly inserted into the trunk of a tree not far away.

"Awesome ......"

I immediately applauded, I didn't expect that in this difficult environment, Rong Zhenxiang could make a bow with such a strong lethality with his experience in bows and arrows!

He walked over, took out the bamboo arrow, and said, "About two centimeters into it, and the distance is about eight meters...... Well, that's enough! ”

Rong Zhenxiang walked back and said: "Tomorrow we will cut some smaller bamboos and come back, we will directly use the whole small bamboo as arrows, so that the lethality is stronger and more ......accurate."

"Hmmm......"

Seeing the lethality of the arrows, we became excited, and we continued to sharpen the arrows, until in the evening when they returned, we had sharpened forty or fifty arrows.

However, it is a pity that today Ma Yang and they returned empty-handed and found nothing, and Ma Yang's expression was a little lost.

I smiled and said, "It's okay, we haven't eaten game in a long time, snake meat...... Hehe, it's nowhere near as delicious as chicken......"

I used my saber to open the pheasant's belly, and everyone was also looking for firewood and water.

Zuo Mingzhu also found some banana leaves to fill in the puddle to wash the chicken for me, so as not to pollute the puddle with chicken blood.

The most difficult thing is to pluck the chicken feathers, there is no boiling water, you can only use brute force to pull, and finally when the fire is lit, you will roast the chicken hairs casually, and then put it on the fire to roast.

Tonight was also the happiest day we had on this island, with nine children, talking, laughing, and eating roast chicken.

The peaceful days passed like this for about a week, and in this week, in addition to the roast chicken, three mice, and some snacks left before, we also found lizards, snakes and other disgusting foods through Jingran's blood.

Although Bai Jiao and Zuo Mingzhu were very repulsive at first, in the end, hunger forced them to accept it.

I think if these things were put in the city, in Guangdong, they might be able to sell for a good price. It's a pity that we can't appreciate it.

However, relying on Jing Ran's blood, after all, is not a long-term solution, in just a few days, Jing Ran's two hands have scars, just like the kind of bad girl who uses a knife to harm herself, I feel a little distressed, but Jing Ran still did not stop in order to prevent everyone from starving.

As the days passed, we searched almost everything we could eat in the area, and I began to worry a little that this camp must not be abandoned, and if you want to find food, you must go farther.

On this day, when Bai Jiao and Ma Yang came back, they were overjoyed, Ma Yang was actually carrying a pheasant that was exactly the same as that day.

"Where did you find that?" I asked curiously, and the others were also very confused.

Bai Jiao's expression was a little strange at this time, and she said, "Stole it!" ”

"Stole?" I frowned and exchanged glances with Jing Ran.

Zuo Mingzhu asked: "Is there anyone who raises chickens here?" ”

Bai Jiao shook her head: "No, it's a trap ......"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Ma Yang explained: "That's right, we are about three or four kilometers away from here, outside a jungle, we saw a trap covered with leaves, I almost fell down, fortunately Bai Jiao pulled me down, I looked down and saw that there were thorns and spikes below, and among these thorns, there was a chicken, which was hung by people, and it was obvious that this was a trap to catch wild beasts......"

"I rely on ......"

I was a little speechless: "You guys are so bold! ”

Yes, on the outskirts of this desert island, who else can afford to raise a beast other than the cat's eye organization? I think someone probably had a mind to move something that cat's eye tissue was.

However, I suddenly remembered the pheasant that the spear girl gave me that day...... Could it be that they are?

But it doesn't make sense, now that they are also targeted by the cat's eye organization and threatened, how can they have the courage to poach the beasts of the cat's eye organization again? Is it really impatient to live?