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Save... save the birds...

The little bird's claws under the cat's claws kicked hard twice, Heath's little wings bear the weight it shouldn't have for its size, and the sound of the wing bone breaking is particularly loud and crisp.

But because of chest tightness and shortness of breath and being pressed into the puddle, it was difficult to breathe. The suffocation was stronger and faster than the pain, and it flooded Heath's little brain in an instant, so that he couldn't immediately think of what happened when he heard the crisp sound.

He passed out.

Or based on Heath's moment of despair, he was dead.

The cat pressed it and found that there was no response under the paw, and it also realized that it seemed to be a little too excited to feed the two-legged beast. Instinctively kicking his short legs, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he did not die.

Cats do not have the bad habit of playing with their prey like their brethren. The disadvantage of lameness makes them better at sudden attacks and one-hit hits. How to control the strength so that the prey loses resistance without dying, it only learned it after several times of practice.

Twoleg seems to prefer to do it itself rather than eat its disembowelled prey.

And with such a small preference, the cat of course chose to satisfy the Twolegs generously.

……

At this time, Qi Guang was drying corn.

The last month of summer is a golden glow.

That's the color of a corn harvest.

Qi Guang dug the cellar almost according to the last timeline, compacted the soil and made a strong support frame with tree branches, and sprinkled a thick layer of mixed lime and plant ash for disinfection.

The walls of the houses and granaries have been plastered, but the roofs have not yet been sealed.

In order to survive the winter better, Qi Guang built an earthen kang in his house—he roughly knew some of the principles of the kang, and added elements of self-development, so he built a kang that should be able to sleep in winter.

A fireplace was built against the wall, and a chimney was passed outside to exhaust the smoke.

However, just like the kang, Qi Guang only knows the general principles of construction, and it is still open to question whether the things he made by himself can be used.

The inner and outer soil embryo walls are left wide open and slowly dried in the shade. Qi Guang will try it out after it is completely dry, and there is still a chance to adjust the design before the weather gets cold.

Xia Tian hadn't completely passed by at this time, no matter what went wrong Qi Guang still had plenty of time to fix it.

After the house looked a little better, Qi Guang slowed down the pace of house construction and spent more time caring for the cornfield.

The turquoise corn husks wrap the golden kernels, and the plump spindles prove that the corn is ready for harvest.

It took Qi Guang three days to pick off the mature corn one by one with the outer corn husks.

For this reason, Qi Guang struggled with his point balance for several days, repeatedly calculating his expected income and point increase, and then gritted his teeth with the determination of a strong man to break his wrist, and spent his first time after crossing to the system. A huge sum of money.

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Instantly dropped back to single-digit points, and switched to the system's accurate forecast of the weather and temperature for the next half month-the end of summer when the corn matures is the rainy and humid season in the south, and Qi Guang has not encountered a typhoon until now. For rejoicing.

In order to save more grain for the winter, Qi Guang must pick a time when there is no rain and sunshine.

The freshly picked corn needs to be dried in time to avoid spoilage and insects. Even Qi Guang has seen the news on TV that the corn on the highway is golden all the way, and knows that the corn must be dried and threshed before being stored.

In a documentary whose name he can't remember, he recalled picking corn with corn husks, and using corn husks as ropes to tie the corn into strings to dry.

It seems to mean that not only the corn cobs are not easy to fall, but also a large bunch of them can be hung to dry to prevent mice from eating them.

Qi Guang meticulously braided the corn husks leaf by leaf, and built a row of simple shelves to hang the harvested corn cobs one by one.

Well, in the final analysis, it is a beautiful scene full of harvest joy that is often seen in front of farmyards in front of a bunch of yellow corn.

The only bad thing is that drying in the open air always attracts coveted eyes. Such a large piece of yellow corn drying in the air is more attractive bait than anything else. The traps Qi Guang set up around caught several sneaky corns. thief.

More than he's caught in the past two months.

The small ones are like mice and rabbits, the big ones include sheep bleating, a wild boar with black hair, and even a deer with beautiful fur. Qi Guang is very impressed by his warm and moist eyes and his status of protecting animals before the end of the world. After struggling for a while, he raised the spear in his hand.

However, venison jerky is still delicious, chewier than mutton.

But the pork was a little thin, so Qi Guang tried to refine a little lard and then calculated the loss, and decided to continue using suet boiled from sheep.

The main purpose is to mix it with plant ash to make simple soap to clean the body, and a little sheep smell is not a big deal.

What's more, the completely wild pigs were not much better. The pork was so smelly that Qi Guang only ate a small piece of it and used it to pickle bacon.

While Qi Guang was hanging the corn cobs on the rack on tiptoe, the cat wandered out from the forest.

The cat comes to Qi Guang almost every day to brush up its sense of presence, and it is considered complete when it raises its tail and asks the Two-legged beast to touch it. The legged beast was unable to breathe due to the unbearable weight of life.

Qi Guang saw the familiar raccoon fur color flashing out of the corner of his eye, and quickly hung up the corn on his hands, and quickly retreated to a place three meters away from the corn drying rack.

The last time he was a step too slow to retreat, the cat gave him two shelves of corn.

It suffocates him even more than the cat Taishan crushing the top.

Usually the cat will walk around the side of Qiguang as if passing by, then lick its paws and sit down to observe, and finally condescends and leans over reluctantly, with its tail curled up to express the meaning of "pluck my hair".

If it brings food and feed, it will put it on Qi Guang's side, and use its eyes to indicate "reward you".

Qi Guang can recite this routine.

But today the cat seemed to be different. It walked up to Qi Guang and spat out a wet ball of hair.

At first glance, Qi Guang really thought it was a hairball vomited out by a cat—not the "hairball" used to describe it, but the one that was actually licked into the stomach by the cat and then spit out.

Twolegs who have had cats know what he means.

After a closer look, Qi Guang realized that it was actually a bird.

The eyes were tightly closed and soaked wet by the cat's saliva, the young bird's down feathers were clinging to the body, if it wasn't for the trembling of the little paws, Qi Guang would have thought the bird was dead.

——After a long time, when Heath and Qi Guang talked about their first meeting, Heath felt that his racial talent should be lucky EX.

When Qi Guang was thinking about whether to call a sparrow or just roast it today, Heath opened his little black bean eyes trembling in time, and made a lovely milk chirping sound at Qi Guang.

who am I?

where am I?

what's the situation?

The bird trembling in the late summer wind subconsciously stretched out its wings and tried to stand up, and felt a piercing pain when the wings moved.

hiss--

The wings are definitely broken.

Memory and reason also came back together with the pain, and the little Que'er with the big fist looked up at Qi Guang, who was like a giant in the same proportion.

Due to the large size gap, Heath could only see Qi Guang's chin when he raised his head desperately, and could not rely on the outline of his chin to recognize at first sight that this was his fan's anchor.

"Choo Choo Choo……"

Weak, pitiful, and helpless.

Qi Guang squatted down to touch the bird, and found that the small beak, short wings and fleshy appearance was more like a chick.

And he was so frightened that he jumped to his side by himself.

The sparrows he caught before were all struggling and frantically trying to escape, and they hadn't been sent directly to the road before they were locked up, so Qi Guang didn't even have a chance to try to raise them.

Raising sheep is unaffordable, but the chicken cubs can still feed themselves.

Heath tweeted, dizzy and unable to distinguish the situation, and subconsciously leaned towards the safest place.

It looks really cute and friendly, like a pet chicken sold in the market.

Although the beautiful white down feathers were wet against the body, dirty and full of cat saliva, Heath still relied on instinct (?) to escape the fate of being in the pot as soon as he met.

"Let's take care of it." Qi Guang said to himself, "If it's a hen, there will be eggs to eat."

Although looking at this lonely and thin appearance, it is not very able to support him.

So Heath was picked up by Qi Guang without any resistance, and before he could struggle, his short legs were cut off, and Qi Guang studied the gender issue for 5 minutes.

……

No fruit.

Then Qi Guang tied small twigs to the chick's injured wing, and put the basket over the fire to dry the feathers.

Qi Guang filled a small bowl with some water, and put some sun-dried earthworms into it.

Dried earthworms are the bait he uses for fishing, and it should be no problem to feed them to the chicks.

Facing a long piece of earthworm stem, Heath physically refused.

Although there are insects in the phoenix bird's diet, that is the old calendar of ancient times, okay?

Heath was lying on the side of the small bowl, trying his best to push up his buttocks and pull the edge of the bowl, drinking water one by one from his small sharp mouth to relieve his hunger.

The warm fire gradually warmed his drenched and cold body, and there was a fragrance that made him hungry.

——Chicken cubs refuse to eat, Qi Guang always wants to eat.

Corn is a precious reserve grain, and Qi Guang has never been willing to eat it. He only waited for the corn to be harvested before rummaging through the stunted corn with only sporadic kernels in the corn field and breaking off two to satisfy his hunger.

The audience consciously took out snacks when Qi Guang was cooking, and stuffed the snacks into their mouths smelling the aroma of roasted corn in the live broadcast room, and felt that the snacks were a bit bland.

[Hey, we also want to eat corn QAQ. 】

There are also dried mutton, roasted sparrows, and the sweet fruit that Yingying called persimmons.

The map of the experimental field in Qi Guang's notebook has been expanded a bit, adding beans, loofahs, persimmon trees and apple trees.

There should be many edible plants with roots and crops that need to be processed. He didn't find it. Qi Guang vaguely remembered that there was a spice area near the field of beans and loofahs. There were all kinds of onions, ginger, garlic, pepper, and star anise, but he searched around several times Not even a suspected plant was found.

Otherwise, his food would be upgraded from a university cafeteria to home-cooked food.

But just to survive the long cold winter ahead, what Qi Guang has discovered is almost enough.

Qi Guang blew on the hot roasted corn, and it was best to eat it before the heat dissipated and the corn kernels had not hardened.

Although there are not many corn kernels in the corn that has not grown well, the corn kernels inside are more moist and tender than ordinary corn.

The corn is roasted on the fire until it is browned. The outer layer of the corn kernels is thin and flexible, wrapped in a liquid-like soft, tender and sweet hot inside. It is a limited delicacy during the corn harvest season.

The little chick in the basket struggled to poke out a small beak from the gap, and let out a longing chirp.

Heath didn't want to be so impulsive and useless, but the cub's hungry body had a mind of its own.

He suspects that he was swept by a cosmic storm to a protoplanet that has not yet entered the interstellar era, and the local aborigine who picked him up is still wearing a small grass skirt and living in the cave age, and the basic civilization may not even have developed.

Hiss held strong against another cosmic malice against him.

Even if it means that he doesn't have to think about going home for the rest of his life, and can only live day by day on the body of his own little chicken.

Hunger, cold, fear of an unknown tomorrow, all the changes made Heath try to calm down, while making uncontrollable chirping sounds.

That kind of baby bird is afraid and helpless, calling for the comfort of the parent bird.

A bit of mushy food was stuffed into Heath's hungry mouth, and he instinctively clicked his mouth, eating deliciously.

"Local aborigine" Qi Guang crushed a few grains of corn, and stuffed the chicken cubs' noisy mouths with meat soup and paste.

If chicks eat food instead of bugs...

Qi Guang weighed the cost of feeding the chickens with grain and the undetermined income from the eggs in the future—after all, this may also be a little rooster—he looked at the chick with dangerous eyes.

Or...or beggar's chicken?

Under the watchful eyes of Qi Guang today, Heath of Lucky EX once again burst out with a strong desire to survive. He only ate a few bites of corn mush, and narrowly controlled his food intake within Qi Guang's acceptable range.

After filling his stomach, Heath shrank tiredly and approached the warm fire, and the little black bean watched through the gaps in the basket to observe the local aborigines he picked up.

Observed……

watch...

View——

!!!

Heath's little black bean eyes widened suddenly, and subconsciously flapped his wings in surprise, gasping for air in pain.

This hair color!

the eyes!

And this familiar little grass skirt!

The chicks in the basket uttered childish and delicate chirps again.

English!

This is Yingying!

English--

— Chirp?

Heath realized something was wrong.

The agreement is to use the black technology of Xingwang to simulate the earth, in other words, super advanced virtual reality technology?

Smash the smell of corn in your mouth, look at the sheepskin hanging on the wall to dry, a whole piece of plush can directly restore the curly hair of the sheep in the brain.

And the beast that attacked him...

It seems to be, it's a cat...

Looking at the full light of knitting in front of the fire, feeling the pain in the wing that was too vivid to be a dream or hallucination, Heath began to doubt Tori.