I smiled and handed the two eggs to the Monkey King, saying, "Be careful, they're hot."

The Monkey King took the turtle egg from my hand, quickly put one in his mouth and chewed it for a while. Then, he stretched out his neck, his eyes seemed to gleam, and he froze on the spot.

I patted its head and laughed, "How does it taste? Is it good?"

It seemed to remember something and suddenly realized what it was doing. It then started shaking its head behind it, accompanied by spitting sounds.

I was taken aback. Was my food really that bad? That a monkey would dislike it?

At first I thought it was just that the monkeys weren't used to cooked food, but I quickly realized what was going on.

Because I saw the monkey vomit and then quietly put the remaining turtle eggs back into its mouth. I felt something was amiss, so I looked at what it had vomited up.

Good heavens, it vomited up nothing but eggshells; it had already swallowed the eggshells. At that moment, I truly realized how terrifying a monkey possessed by a dramatic flair could be.

It turns out it knew that I definitely wouldn't have enough to share with so many brothers, so the leader of the group got selfish.

It's better to enjoy something alone than to share it with others. It pretended the thing tasted terrible, making all the monkeys lose the desire to try it, and they dispersed.

As soon as the monkeys scattered, the clever monkey king looked around suspiciously like a thief, then quickly scurried back to sit down next to me.

Looking at my bamboo pot, I gently scratched its head, as if to say, "Sorry, it was wrong of me to lie to you earlier. Actually, your stuff is quite delicious. If you don't mind, could you give me a couple more?"

I was amused by this clever monkey and jokingly scolded, "You damn monkey, you can't just follow the evils of capitalism, hahaha..."

I was in a rare good mood today, so I didn't hold back and took out half of the boiled turtle eggs, some dried wild boar meat, and wild vegetables. Then I wrapped them in a leaf and placed them in front of it.

Suddenly seized by a playful idea, I gave the monkey another pair of chopsticks. I said to the monkey, "Look, can you eat like this?"

The monkey glanced at me, as if it understood what I said, and then it imitated me by holding the leaf in its hand. However, using chopsticks is a skill.

It also tried to use two chopsticks to pick up pieces of wild boar meat and wild vegetables like I did, but it failed to pick up the food from the leaves after several attempts.

Monkeys are animals, and seeing that they couldn't get any food, they became anxious. With a strange cry, one of them angrily threw the chopsticks directly into the fire and then began grabbing at the food with its paws.

I couldn't help but burst into laughter when I saw this; this clever monkey was truly hilarious.

I enjoyed my dinner with the monkey, and I felt it was very intelligent and understanding. Keeping it as a pet would be a comfort in this desolate wilderness.

I think I should give it a name. Although it's very respectful to me, it's still the boss among the monkeys.

I'm thinking about what name to give it. Since it treats me as its boss, and it is the boss of the monkeys, how about calling it the Second Boss?

Thinking about it now, I can't help but laugh at myself. I've become a mountain bandit king, but my underlings are just a bunch of gray-haired monkeys. I wonder what Song Jiang, the Timely Rain, would think if he saw me in this state.

I slept soundly through the night, the campfire still flickering beneath my tree, crackling occasionally. The monkey, having eaten and drunk its fill, was nowhere to be found; it probably went to find its companions.

I slept soundly that night, undisturbed by anything. When I woke up again, the soft morning sunlight was already bathing my body.

I heard that familiar call again early in the morning, but this time I wasn't worried about my pork jerky. I knew that under the monkey king's control, no monkeys would wander near my warehouse.

The monkeys have a very strict hierarchy. For example, when the monkey king came to interact with me several times, the other monkeys could only watch. Even when they found something good, the monkey king would eat it first before the other members could have a turn.

As soon as I heard that squeaking sound, I knew it must be the monkey king whose butt I poked coming over.

I looked up and sure enough, I saw it sitting on a branch not far from me, baring its teeth and waving the green and red wild fruit in its hand at me.

The next second, it cried out and threw the wild fruit in its paws at me.

I caught the fruit the monkey tossed me, put it in my mouth, and took a bite. It had a crisp, sweet and sour taste, and I immediately nodded and gave it a thumbs up.

The monkey waved back, as if to say hello to me.

Yesterday, the monkey and I devoured all the food we had gathered. This morning, I could only cook some dried wild boar meat and a little bit of wild vegetables that I found nearby in a bamboo pot.

After eating, I started my work as usual. Today, I not only had to try fishing, but there were also some important things to do.

Fishing in a lake is different from fishing in a shallow stream. In a stream, you can set simple traps to catch fish, but the same trap design may not work so well in a lake.

However, I still need to do the fishing. Fish are not only a good resource, but also a way for me to improve my meals. The most cost-effective way to catch fish in the lake is by angling, so I originally planned to make a fishing rod first.

I have bamboo on hand now, and its toughness is more than enough to make a fishing rod. The only problem is that I can't get my hands on the knife needed to process this material.

Although the reeds and awns were sharp, they couldn't cut or slash hard objects. So, forging a real knife became one of my tasks. In the wild, it's really inconvenient to go anywhere without a knife.

However, I still plan to catch some fish today to treat myself. Since the second day I arrived here, I haven't gone fishing for a long time and have been surviving on wild boar jerky.

There's no tool that can replace a knife for such delicate work as making fishing rods, so I think we should put it aside for now.

However, I can use the elasticity of bamboo to make an automatic fishing device, which will free up my time to do other things.

I cut another two meters off the bamboo stalk and then smashed it open with a stone. Without considering its aesthetic appeal, I quickly obtained more than ten bamboo strips of varying sizes.

I heated and sharpened one end of each bamboo strip, just like I did when I made wooden spears, and then I processed all the bamboo strips.