Chapter 16

She turned her face away and forced herself not to look at the shark eating, otherwise she would always feel that the big mouth would bite her next. After digging up the supplies in front of her, Qiao Sheng quickly swam to the floating board. She did not let go of the kelp she passed by. She picked up the machete and started harvesting it. She rolled up all the cut kelp and stuffed it into her backpack. She swam

back to the rocky area with all her strength, and the shark finally gave up circling Qiao Sheng and turned to swim to the deep sea.

Without the shark's watchful eyes, Qiao Sheng could finally pick up some seafood with confidence. There were more shellfish in the rocky area, many of which were attached to the rocks. Some of them were very tightly attached, and she pried them off with the tip of the machete.

Only after she had stuffed her backpack full did she reluctantly swim towards the float.

Before getting on the boat, she looked around to make sure there were no strangers, then she touched the float and rested on the open space of the float, her body wet. This trip was scary and she was exhausted both physically and mentally.

Seeing that the value bar of the small clothes on the panel was getting shorter and shorter, Qiao Sheng didn't dare to continue resting. She resigned herself to taking out the cotton cloth and clothes from the storage box and went to the toilet. This game really used numbers to restrain her laziness.

After changing clothes and coming out, the value bar was finally rising slowly. Only then did she feel relieved to take a bottle of coconut water, spread it on the bed, and rest while drinking. After

drinking a bottle of coconut water and recovering from the stress, Qiao Sheng got up and rubbed the wet clothes with fresh water and hung them on the drying rack.

Qiao Sheng was also troubled by the idea of ​​rubbing clothes with fresh water. It was not that she was wasting water resources, nor was it that she wasted fresh water because it was abundant. It was because the last time she went to the sea, she hung her clothes out to dry. When she took them down, she saw that they not only had white salt and alkali marks, but were also stiff. Such clothes were simply unwearable.

So she reluctantly washed them with fresh water, but the water was only enough to cover the clothes lightly. After washing, she was reluctant to pour it out, so she put it aside to see if there was a chance to reuse it.

After hanging up the wet clothes and replacing the fresh water in the filter, he took the backpack and put all the supplies he had just obtained into the unclassified storage box. He would put them away when he returned at night. After

refilling the fresh water and food in the backpack, Qiao Sheng put on his small backpack, picked up the machete, and went to the island at dawn.

This island is not much different from the one he encountered before. There is a lush forest as you go in. However, there are not only coconut trees in this area, but also many other trees. Unfortunately, most of them are unfamiliar to Qiao Sheng.

Every time she came across a different tree, Qiao Sheng would habitually chop down one. Most trees only produced planks and leaves, and fruit trees would produce extra fruit, so she just chopped down the trees as she walked.

All the planks and leaves were stuffed into her backpack. As there were many varieties of fruits, Qiao Sheng still made a banana leaf cart and threw all the fruits into the cart. She

almost cried when she saw a bamboo forest. Bamboo is a good thing. Bamboo shoots can be eaten, and bamboo can be used to make various daily utensils, such as weaving a basket with bamboo strips. Although she doesn't know how to do it, hard work can make up for it! She can get lucky! As long as there are enough materials, there is nothing she can't make!

Having made up his mind, Qiao Sheng decided to take this bamboo forest home today. He immediately started to work, and his axe was almost worn out. It was much easier to cut bamboo than to cut trees. He was originally afraid that the bamboo poles he cut would become the planks and leaves he usually got when cutting trees. Fortunately, the game might have taken the role of bamboo into consideration, and he still got bamboo.

Before, when he cut other trees, he got a random material with one cut, which was a plank, fruit, or leaf.

Cutting bamboo was easy. The first few cuts gave him a handful of bamboo leaves, and the last cut gave him a whole bamboo pole. This saved Qiao Sheng a lot of trouble. Otherwise, she would have to cut the bamboo leaves on top after cutting the bamboo, which was also troublesome.

I thought I could harvest the bamboo forest quickly, but I realized how time-consuming it was. I worked until dark and only cut down dozens of bamboos.

It wasn't that she was just marking the water, but after cutting down a few bamboos, her focus shifted to digging bamboo shoots. Although bamboo shoots are available all year round, the ones she dug out this time were obviously different from what she saw in the small video before.

Other people's bamboo shoots looked round and plump, and they were dug according to the traces of breaking through the soil. Qiao Sheng also dug in this way, but the bamboo shoots he dug out were thin and long.

After pondering for a long time, I finally remembered that my former colleague who lived in the village said that spring bamboo shoots and winter bamboo shoots seemed to be the most delicious, and only whip bamboo shoots could be dug in summer and autumn. Looking at the thin bamboo shoots in her hand, she estimated that it was the whip bamboo shoots that her colleague mentioned. Unfortunately, she just listened casually at the time and had no idea whether it tasted good or not.

However, although she is not starving now, the ingredients are too monotonous, and they are all meat. The only green vegetable is pepper, but she can't eat pepper every meal.

So since there is a chance to dig bamboo shoots to enrich the menu, she must go all out. So no matter whether it tastes good or not, she would rather kill it than let it go. Anyway, she is the only one near the island now, and she has plenty of time to play with this bamboo forest.

The idea was good, but it was still a bit difficult to actually do it. First of all, she had never done this kind of work before. Secondly, it was not that easy to see the traces of breaking the soil. Several times, she saw cracks and dug down to find that the soil was dry and cracked, and there were no bamboo shoots inside.

Later, she finally found it. It was possible that it would be broken when digging. Only then did she realize that the first bamboo shoot she successfully dug before was completely a burst of luck.

With the broken bamboo shoots in front of her, Qiao Sheng found a stone to sit on, took some fresh water and drank it while thinking about the slow variety shows she had seen in the real world. It seemed that many of them had broadcast bamboo shoot digging.

First of all, there shouldn't be too many bamboo shoots sticking out of the soil, because those are old and not tasty. Secondly, you have to look for them along the cracks in the soil. Most importantly, you have to dig slowly and gently, and try not to break

them. With these three things in mind, Qiao Sheng's bamboo shoot digging business is a huge workload. It's convenient to chop bamboo with a machete, but digging bamboo shoots is definitely not as convenient as using a hoe. But in order to satisfy this mouth, she also tried her best and worked until dark.

After returning to the floating board, Qiao Sheng sat on the small stool for scraping coconut shells and looked through the supplies in her backpack. There were about fifty bamboo poles and twenty bamboo shoots.

After washing his hands and the dirt off his machete, Qiao Sheng squatted by the stove and began to peel bamboo shoots for dinner. He pinched each one after peeling it, and cut off the parts that couldn't be pinched, leaving only the tips of the bamboo shoots, which were the tenderest parts.

He sliced ​​wild boar, scooped a piece of pork fat from the coconut bowl, added a little chili to enhance the flavor, split the bamboo shoots in the middle, and stir-fried them in the iron pot. He

also chopped some small ribs and put them in a clay pot to make soup. As a main dish, he roasted a piece of sweet potato in the barbecue.

After digging bamboo shoots this time, Qiao Sheng decided that the next time she digs bamboo shoots, she must do it in the winter or spring season, because they are big. The bamboo shoots are small and hard to find. In addition, she doesn't have the right tools, so digging them is very laborious. Looking at the bamboo shoots, peppers and pork fried in the iron pot, she doesn't want to admit that she is the one who said she has no shortage of time and energy to eat.

The main reason is that the effort and reward are too disproportionate. What she dug out is completely different from the bamboo shoots weighing more than ten kilograms that she saw on her friends' circle before.

While eating, she felt that the meal she had worked so hard for was indeed delicious. The number bar had nothing to do with the meal. After all, she was a person who could still eat a few more bites when she was full. She didn't eat the sweet potatoes, so she could save them for breakfast tomorrow morning. She ate the bamboo shoots with meat and pork ribs soup. After

a busy day, she simply cleaned up after the meal and simply wiped herself in the small toilet cubicle. She originally wanted to rest early, but she was too full after dinner. She felt uncomfortable in her stomach lying on the bed. There was no way, Qiao Sheng decided to get up and pack up the supplies.

When passing by the fishing net, she was surprised. She originally thought that there would be no supplies on the floating board parked on the shore, but she didn't expect that there were goods inside! After taking out all the

items and taking inventory, she found that they were still a little different from when the float was floating on the sea. However, Qiao Sheng never complained about the free steamed buns, and happily stuffed all the supplies into the untidy storage box. She had already packed up the water filter and plant pots while she was making dinner. The clothes hanging on the drying rack had dried up, so she put them away and hung fresh wild boar on them.

The shelf life of this pig was getting shorter and shorter. These few times when she hung it, she used skewers of meat, with four or five pieces of meat tied to a rope, one hanging in a row, and the drying rack was bent. If she wasn't afraid of damaging the rack, she really wanted to hang all of them at once.

The rack was full of pork, and the newly cut kelp could only be laid flat on the floating board. The four corners were pressed down by the small stones that Qiao Sheng had picked up. Then he returned to the unclassified storage box with peace of mind, took out the bamboo poles that he had just cut today, and began to try to make it without a diagram.

Qiao Sheng, who always sat on the floating board, wanted to make a bamboo chair first. He sat on the floating board every day, and every time he stood up, he felt that his butt was damp, so it was important to have a chair.

The bamboo poles were very long, and in order to save energy, Qiao Sheng did not saw them in pieces, but just put them on the floating board as a whole. He reached out and touched the bamboo poles, thinking about making a bamboo chair, but the result was an expected failure, and the whole bamboo disappeared.

She took out the second bamboo pole from the storage box. Before making it, she still felt bad because she had worked so hard to cut it. This time, she spared no effort and took the machete. She cut the bamboo pole into two parts in a few strokes. She started making it by touching one of the parts. She still failed without giving her face.

After five attempts, she finally succeeded in making a bamboo chair. After repeated failures, Qiao Sheng didn't have much hope. She thought it would be good to make a small bamboo stool. Unexpectedly, the finished product was still a bamboo chair with a backrest.