As soon as a few people left, Yang Zhen, who was tired and hungry all the way, was not in the mood to do anything at all, and immediately set up a pot to cook rice.

Although because of Huang Youming's rectification, the rations received were far from enough to ration, let alone enough to eat.

But in the past few days, Yang Zhen, who has drunk enough of the rice grains at the Zhiqing Point, can't see a few grains, and the sticks that can show the shadow of a person are still planning to do something dry today to satisfy his hunger.

The reason why I dare to do this is because I am now relying on the mountains and eating the mountains, and I know it in my heart.

Second, because of many grievances, his height is not even 160, which is also one of the biggest regrets in his life.

Now I finally return to the age of seventeen, and there is only a little tail left at the peak of growth and development.

How could Yang Zhen not want to seize this last opportunity and strive to make himself a few centimeters longer?

The pot stoves at the logging site are ready-made.

After washing it slightly, I grabbed two large handfuls of rice and boiled it in the pot.

Yang Zhen first cut a radish and salted it before he began to wash the sweet potato.

Everything is almost busy, and the water in the pot is almost boiling.

Yang Zhen put the cut sweet potatoes in the pot, and then took out a small half spoon of stick noodles and adjusted them into a stick batter.

Wait until the sweet potatoes and the like are almost cooked, and then pour the stick batter into the pot.

With the addition of stick noodles, the porridge that was originally clear soup and little water suddenly became sticky.

The yellow, orange, and orange sticks are tumbling with chubby rice grains, as well as the large chunks of soft and glutinous sweet potatoes, which make people's fingers move just by looking at them.

Serve it with the pickled shredded radish......

Yang Zhen dried the four sea bowls in one breath.

Feeling the feeling of fullness coming from his stomach for the first time in a few days, Yang Zhen's mood, that is called a beauty.

After eating and drinking, Yang Zhen did not forget to feed the dogs.

After mixing the little remaining paste and dishwashing water into half a bucket and feeding them to a few dogs, he came to the black tiger with the two pieces of sweet potatoes that were deliberately left.

Yang Zhen didn't throw the sweet potatoes directly to the black tiger.

Instead, they were broken into small pieces and held in their hands, and fed to the black tiger piece by piece.

The purpose of this is not to be idle and boring to tease the dog, but more to cultivate a relationship with the head dog, and at the same time to be familiar with the way the hound drives.

After all, this is a raw dog.

If you don't familiarize yourself with the run-in first.

It's okay to say that it's okay to encounter a small wild thing, but it's a big deal to be busy in vain.

If you run into a large cargo, it's a problem......

A bad dog dies, and people die are light.

So at this point, Yang Zhen didn't dare to be careless.

Because it was a living person, the black tiger was a little afraid of life at first.

But after eating a few pieces of sweet potatoes, the black tiger's attitude immediately became affectionate, and while eating, he rubbed his head on Yang Zhen's hand, and his tail wagged like a windmill.

Seeing that it was almost over, Yang Zhen threw all the sweet potatoes in his hand to the black tiger, and at the same time untied the rope and took the black tiger to familiarize himself with the surrounding terrain.

The logging site is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and in the middle is an unknown stream from the distant mountains.

In the summer, because of the abundant rain, the flow of the stream is not small, and the logging site can even use the stream to transport timber directly to the Luoshui River.

However, now that it is a dry season, the stream is close to breaking down.

As far as the eye can see, all you can see are large bare ditches and countless traces of the collision that had been washed out while transporting timber.

The golden nest that Cao Jianjun said was found in this river.

However, Yang Zhen was not in a hurry to go down the river.

After all, it hasn't snowed yet, and occasionally hunters come over here for hunting and the like.

Therefore, even if he found Jin Wozi, he would not be able to start work.

Therefore, the top priority now is to understand the surrounding situation first, see if there are any resources available, and first completely solve the problem of food and clothing.

There's nothing to see in the area near the logging site.

Because the neighborhood has almost been cut down, only a few bare hills remain.

The real ones have to be the old forests that haven't been cut down yet.

After walking for more than ten minutes, those old woods had already appeared in front of Yang Zhen.

The trees are sky, and on the cliffs, weeds and thorns are overgrown.

It is worthy of being a psychic head dog.

As soon as he entered the mountains and forests, the black tiger that had not let go for too long, so the black tiger that had been running wild all over the mountains immediately became vigilant, and while maintaining a distance not far from Yang Zhen, he sniffed violently.

Because he knew that there could not be anything at the edge of the forest, Yang Zhen didn't care too much about the black tiger, but followed his experience to get closer to those overgrown cliffs.

A few brown wild fruits hanging on top of a thin vine quickly attracted Yang Zhen's attention.

Beef taro fruit!

Just by pinching it in his hand, Yang Zhen was overjoyed.

After all, as long as there is taro fruit, there must be taro!

Although it has a Chinese character, this taro is not a wild sweet potato, but a wild yam.

Not only is it delicious and has a certain tonic effect, but the most important thing is that its rhizome is particularly thick, and any one can have several catties!

Of course, what is more important is that the taro is a clump, which means that as long as you can see one, there may be countless more around!

And that's exactly what happened.

After discovering the first plant of taro, Yang Zhen soon found the second and third plants in the surrounding area......

Although I didn't count it carefully, I am afraid that there are more than ten or twenty trees on that small cliff alone!

Even if a plant only bears two or three catties of taro, such a piece adds up, even if it is dozens of catties, it is almost the same as the half-moon ration he carried.

"No wonder people often say that the backer doesn't have to worry about eating!"

"It seems that the ancients did not deceive me!"

Looking at the small underground granary in front of him, Yang Zhenle couldn't keep his mouth shut, but he didn't dig it in a hurry.

Because the main purpose of his coming here this time was to understand the terrain, he didn't expect to encounter such a big harvest as soon as he entered the mountain, and he didn't bring a hoe at all.

However, although he didn't dig the taro directly, Yang Zhen didn't return empty-handed—although those taro fruits are not big, they are also edible, and the taste is quite good.

I picked all the taro fruits I could see, and I didn't even let go of some of the ones that fell to the ground.

After loading two trouser pockets, I am afraid that there are one or two catties of taro fruit, Yang Zhen continued to check forward with satisfaction.

Bypassing an old forest, a large broad-leaved forest appeared in front of Yang Zhen.

Looking at the scaly husks all over the ground, Yang Zhen recognized at a glance that these were hazelnut trees, which were one of the specialties of the Taiyi Mountains.

Although because of the passing season, except for the empty shells all over the ground, Yang Zhen hardly found a single hazelnut fruit on the tree.

But seeing such a large wild hazelnut forest, Yang Zhen's still happy teeth and flowers are about to come out.

Because he knows very well that these wild hazelnuts are in the deep mountains and old forests because of their low yield.

Except for the occasional freshness of the lumberjacks at these logging sites, it is almost impossible for outsiders to come and pick the ......

In such a large hazelnut forest, even if the yield per plant is low, the total amount is definitely not a small number.

Where the rest of the hazelnuts went, the answer is already very obvious.

Anyway, when he thought of the taste of fried hazelnuts, Yang Zhen was about to drool.

But he still didn't mean to do anything.

It's not that I don't want to, but because it's not time yet!

If you want to find hazelnuts in this barren mountain, you have to wait until it snows!

Just when Yang Zhen's morale was boosted because of the big harvest and he was about to continue the search, the black tiger suddenly screamed.