Famine Survival Guide

After reluctantly eating a pot of stewed vegetables, I felt very wronged when I saw the victim repeatedly warned not to go near the refrigerator on Monday.

But even so, you still have to work when you are full, build a house, and live your life.

Those in distress did not dare to continue to cut down trees, for fear of creating another tree man. Fortunately, he had cut enough wood in the past few days, but he hadn't finished chopping yesterday. They were all picked up... The refugees who are still belonging to the poor peasant class have to worry about what to eat for dinner while picking up wood.

Seeing him on Monday, he was trained, but as usual, he had to go to the grassland to look at the traps. He held up an umbrella to collect the two rabbits, and when he came back, he saw that the expression of the victim looked better.

The victim replaced the rabbit with small meat to make meatballs, and had breakfast and lunch with Zhou Yijian, and then went to the piranha to pick up things like spider web glands and beat a few spiders. It was two pieces of monster meat that were dropped, and returned to the base to make meatballs and packaged, and then Zhou Yijian was called down from the beam, and he took him to jump into the wormhole.

That's right, the resources on the wormhole that passed through the swamp last time have not been explored yet!

Although it was daytime, the danger of the swamp was still not low. The victims gave Zhou Yijian a wooden armor and a spear, and he himself had an extra pigskin hat, carrying a backpack and carrying Chester, which was regarded as a drag I have a mouth.

I don’t know if it’s because of the rain, but the reeds in the swamp are growing again. The victims only picked them up close, and they didn’t plan to spend time picking them in the distance. As for the gods fighting in the center of the swamp, the victims really watched the The loot dropped all over the place is itching to not pick it up, and Zhou Yijian ran quickly under the spider's mouth with his thick clothes and snatched a few pieces of monster meat, and a few fish—God knows why there are live murlocs. Fish, Zhou Yijian very disliked these scaled things, and his expression was even more ugly after the mud was thrown by the fish's tail.

The castaway smiled at his appearance, picked up the mace that fell from the tentacles, and thought it was very handy, so he replaced the spear.

Zhou Yijian also got a mace, weighed it a few times and chose a spear, and stuffed this new weapon, which looked very intimidating, into his backpack, and the victim also made a backpack for him, However, there are only 8 storage spaces, which is half the space compared to the backpack that the system compensated for the victims.

For Zhou Yijian, it is amazing that this backpack can store things larger than itself, and I don’t care about the size. I usually treasure this magical backpack, but today it is required by the victims to carry it out.

After a delay in the swamp, the rain just stopped after the castaway and Zhou Jian went through the wormhole.

Here is a vast plain that can't be seen at a glance. As soon as the victim arrived, he picked up several carrots nearby, but since he built the farmland, he has no shortage of vegetables. The birds bring seeds and plant them in the fields to grow. The things that come out have everything, which is almost the same as the ones that come in vain.

Stuffing the carrots into the backpack, Luo Nan took out the two prepared insect nets, met with Zhou Yi and pointed at the bees collecting honey not far away. The purpose of his visit this time was to catch these little things and make them home. honeycomb!

Zhou Yijian didn't know what these bugs were for, so he obediently ran over and caught one with a net, and then successfully stopped the victim's movement. Zhou Yijian only caught a bee collecting honey. But a swarm came out of the hive to attack him, and the color of that swarm was different from that of the honey harvesters. The red ones were killer bees!

Seeing a mouse running around on Monday, I instinctively wanted to turn into a wolf. It was inconvenient to wear wooden armor, and I was very aggrieved by being chased and bitten.

The survivors rushed over with a mace and began to beat the bugs. Fortunately, their blood was not high, and a mace with an attack power of 51 could kill one with two hits—in fact, according to common sense, as long as the mace hits It should be able to crush one of them directly, but since coming to this world, the common sense of being in trouble is no longer effective.

After dealing with the killer bees and picking up a few bee stings, the victim and Zhou Yi met each other and didn't want to continue to catch insects, especially Zhou Yi. He was not afraid of large beasts, but such small things were indeed very annoying.

No way, the lost man turned up the guidebook again, scrapped eight cobwebs and a rope and replaced it with the black-hearted guidebook for a bee-proof hat, put it on for Zhou Jian, and stroked his head again for a good meal Shun Mao made him feel aggrieved and continued to catch another bee.

It was already dusk when I finally caught four bees, dismantled another hive and got a piece of hive, which was enough to make a beehive.

The victim and Zhou Jian sat on the grass far away from the beehive. They were both exhausted. Zhou Yi took off the bee-proof hat and shook his hair. He was chased all the way. His hair was wet with sweat and his face was uncomfortable. The victim took another look, and found that Zhou Jian's hair had grown a bit since the first time he saw her.

Unknowingly, I have been here for more than two months, but my hair hasn't grown an inch, and neither has my beard... The victim looked at Zhou Yi, and he probably wasn't an adult, his face was tender, and he didn't have a beard, but It may also be indistinguishable from the growth of hair. Wolves still have beards, right?

A little lost in thought, the victim didn't notice that Zhou Jian was staring at him, and the other party also wondered if the priest didn't seem to have changed at all, what kind of breed is this, why doesn't he have long hair?

The author has something to say:

Displaced Person: ...doesn't have long hair? ? ?Author, are you writing me like a bald man?

Next write a little bit of daily life and exploration, ready to enter the summer =w= but summer and autumn will be very short