This small gentle slope has ushered in its most comfortable month since I returned here a year ago, no more injury, no more escape, no more invasion of foreign beasts, no more fish balls, everything seems to have returned to the way I am alone at this time, every day with me is the smile of the girl in the morning and the bursts of frolicking and joy of a few people in the sunset.

Huya has basically woken up from the pain, but she still has the ability to act, everything needs to be taken care of by the Sichuan girl, frankly, I have to thank this new woman again, she has done almost everything I was extremely unwilling to do, including taking care of Huya's personal hygiene, I believe you also understand, women have some things, should not be helped by men.

With the familiar road of Dandan's journey back and forth to the "paradise", the vegetables and fruits on our table are becoming more and more abundant, and it is no longer the situation of desperately grabbing when you see it in the past. I can understand their competition for this sweet fruit and vegetable, it is the nature of all living things, not just humans, you know, on this island, if the sweet fruits and vegetables are not picked in time, they will be eaten by countless unknown animals at once, including birds, so the dessert is very precious.

In fact, this also reflects the behavior and habits of our modern human ancestors who are bare-assed, maybe you are afraid of sourness, spicy, but almost all of us are more or less full of sweetness, the reason why we are still so fond of it now is because of the genetic inheritance left by humans in the primitive period for the competition between desserts and nature, just like our fingers will have a lot of wrinkles when they encounter water, you know, this is because our ancestors used their hands to catch fish, yes, just like a blind bear. With the abundance of food, we no longer compete with nature for all this, some basic primitive characteristics slowly fade, and we evolve into what we are today, and those folds of the fingers are also called "atavistic phenomena", and the desire for desserts is actually one of them.

For this reason, I did plan a plot of land for growing these desserts, but unfortunately, I never succeeded in moving the oranges or other fruits and vegetables from the "paradise" to the east coast for planting, and the number of failures I can't even count myself, anyway, it just didn't sprout, and the transplantation of the whole plant was too risky for me, if it didn't work, I might never see oranges again in my life, and I blamed the failure on the soil and the coastal climate on the east coast, because in my opinion, in the past five years, I'm already a very experienced grower, of course, that's what I prides myself on, but at least, I'm much better at this than anyone on this island!

But sweet fruits and vegetables still into our daily life, this comes from my experience of picking herbs for Huya in the mountains, I have said more than once, those green leaves actually I don't even know whether it works, but Huya two months of conditioning, at least she is still alive, which means that there is an effect, or this is a coincidence, whatever. During a collection of herbs, I accidentally mixed in a lettuce-like sharp-leaved grass, and when I tried to chew it and smear it on the half-healed wound of the tiger girl, a spicy sweet taste accompanied my saliva slid down my throat and into my throat, although it was not as good as wild oranges and those rare honeys, but it definitely made me remember it for a long time.

I tried to take this grass to ask the Sichuan girls or Dandan, but they didn't seem to know anything about it, that day, I left Dandan, and accompanied me into the place where I last collected the herb to look for this sweet grass, yes, I found it, but alas, there were only a dozen of them, they were not the kind of sugar beets I had ever seen that could make sugar, I was sure, but what was it, seriously, I don't know, it looked more like spinach or something, but it was very sweet in the mouth. They only have six leaves, and in the middle of the leaf is a spike, which I know is its seed.

There was enough protection of these sweet grasses on the site to prevent wild beasts and birds from destroying these things that were so precious to me, or, in fact, there were many of them on the island, but I found only a dozen of them, and transplanted a few of them to the edge of my valley with the soil, and planted them finely. And the others, still remain on that mountain, you know my character, all my eggs I will never put in the same basket, carefully sail the ship of ten thousand years.

Well, I admit that at the beginning of the assignment, the reason why I arranged her to go to the top of the mountain to guard is that I feel that with the company of evil spirits, she can warn me at the first time; The second is to place her farther away, so that this aunt and grandmother will suddenly become a big demon one day and come out to scare people, but I forgot two things, one is that she is a child after all, and she likes to play by nature, so it seems that she is not so serious about early warning; My second mistake was to blindly think that evil spirits could help Yuyu warn, at least the first to warn. Yes, I guessed that right, these flying beasts can do this, but they don't just target invading humans, but anything that invades near the gentle slope, even a rabbit.

So, I soon found that the haystack at the top of the hill would be lit by fish balls once for a quarter of an hour to warn, and when I asked her where the enemy was, the bear child would shake his head and tell me, "They said it", and would point innocently at the evil spirit crow, and finally, I had to remove the hay from the top of the mountain, and pull the ears of the fish balls and tell her: "If you don't see anyone, don't warn, there is no shortage of rabbits!" ”。

However, it didn't seem to work, the fish ball was still the fish ball, and she would still run down the hill responsibly and pull at the corner of my coat to warn me, whether I was plowing, in a daze, or stinky with a shitstick, and eventually, I set up the haystack back to the top of the hill so that she would have nothing to do to "visit" me.

So, a fable called "The Wolf Comes" was written silently, until one day, when I saw the beacon fire on the top of the mountain, and even saw Yumaru waving her arms at us at the top of the mountain and shouting something, I was still indifferent to it, thinking that she and her flying friends were still nerves at a broken rabbit, but this time, I may have been a little wrong.