However, I don't have any major plans for it right now. This thing will only have value once it gets out of here. If it stays here, its only value is as a substitute for stainless steel.
Even so, I was still very happy when I found out that I had dozens of kilograms of gold in my hands.
It's not that I'm happy that this gold can be exchanged for hundreds of millions, but rather that this metal has good ductility and low hardness.
It is extremely suitable for making practical containers using cold forging, thus saving the troublesome process of casting.
That same day, I melted down some more metal and then used the whole piece of material to hand-forge several nice gold bowls and chopsticks.
These forged items are even more exquisite than what I can cast.
So that very day, my monkey Top also got his own golden bowl. Whenever I see this monkey eating from the golden bowl, I can't help but sigh with admiration.
"Sigh, fate really is unpredictable..."
With these tools, my life is more comfortable.
I had previously thought about finding some wild vegetables like dandelions and plantains to plant at my campsite.
So I made a hoe out of gold, but it was too soft, so I had to make it out of stone instead, and use the gold to make wedges to hold the stone in place.
After more than a month of rain, the rainy season finally came to an end, and the weather became clear again, a rare occurrence.
Fish have become increasingly difficult to catch lately. Sometimes it takes several days to catch a single fish, and even when you do, they are small fish, only the size of your palm.
These days, apart from my daily work, I've been focusing my attention on that high mountain on the east side of the lake. It's a place I've wanted to visit for a long time, but my biggest worry now is encountering wild beasts like tigers in the forest.
So I felt very conflicted. My rational mind told me that going to that place was definitely not a good idea, but my inner obsession told me that only by going there could I perhaps obtain some useful information.
Just as I was getting a little annoyed by this, the monkey troop made some new moves.
That day, as usual, I was making some hemp ropes and doing other daily work in my shed when Top ran up to me, squeaking at me and pulling my hand, trying to take me somewhere.
I was a little puzzled, wondering if the monkey troop had run into some trouble again.
But Top didn't seem to be in a hurry, so I followed it out of curiosity to see what was going on.
When I arrived at the place where the monkeys were, I saw that they weren't in the trees at all, but had all jumped down to the ground and formed a circle.
What intrigued me even more was that each of these monkeys was holding a piece of wood. Judging from their posture, I knew who had taught them to hold the sticks.
The scene gave off the feeling of a bunch of gangsters with weapons blocking someone's way, which made me even more curious about what these monkeys were playing with.
Upon closer inspection, I discovered that a porcupine was trapped within the monkey troop. Needless to say, the one orchestrating all of this must have been the monkey king, Top.
At that moment, Top squeaked and pointed with his stick at the porcupine in the arena, whose quills were standing erect in fright.
It seems they wanted to play with that porcupine, but were too intimidated by its sharp quills, so they came to me, the boss, to solve the problem.
This porcupine is not small; it probably weighs around 20 kilograms.
After eating fish for so long, I'm finally finding something different today, and I'm not going to let it go.
Porcupine meat is tender and contains a good amount of fat that can be rendered into oil. It can be said to be a rare delicacy.
However, wild porcupines are quite timid. When cornered, they will raise their quills to attack intruders. All their quills are barbed, so getting pricked can be troublesome.
But now, I've seen it all. I've single-handedly killed a wild boar and two leopards. Now, like a wild man, I really don't take a little porcupine seriously.
I held the wooden spear and looked at the porcupine that had issued the warning. It had turned its back to me and was shaking its quills high, as if it considered me the biggest threat here.
Judging from the hissing sound it's making, it's preparing to attack.
Suddenly, the porcupine, like a car in reverse gear, charged straight at me.
After so much training, my temperament is no longer what it used to be. Without holding back, I swiftly thrust the wooden spear at the porcupine.
"die!"
I shouted, and the porcupine was impaled by a sharp wooden spear less than half a meter from my heel, rolling on the ground.
The porcupine cried out in pain, trying to break free of my wooden spear. But I wasn't about to give it another chance. I immediately used all my strength to press the spear, which was stuck in its body, down at almost an 80-degree angle.
At this moment, the wooden spear had already been driven into the ground and pierced through its body, and its struggles were futile.
To attract other predators with the porcupine's screams, I shouted to Top, who was holding a stick, "Top, give me your stick!"
When Top noticed that I kept pointing at its stick, the clever monkey immediately understood and handed the stick to me.
I took the stick from Top's hand, continued to suppress the wooden spear with my right hand, and used my left hand to whack the porcupine on the head several times.
After a few blows, the porcupine stopped squealing and fell into a deep sleep, seemingly put to rest by physical intervention.
Seeing that the porcupine was no longer moving, I picked it up by its hind legs and weighed it in my hand; it was still quite heavy.
I smiled and nodded at Top. Thanks to him, we were able to have a proper stir-fry today.
Porcupine quills are also a good material, perfect for making arrowheads. However, I think the barbed quills would be even better for making harpoons than arrowheads.
Top and I went to the stream and pulled out all the quills that were more than five centimeters long from the porcupine. We wrapped them in banana leaves and put them in our basket.
As for those little thorns, I didn't find them useful, so I built a fire at the camp and burned all the thorns off them.
I kept burning it until the surface turned black and carbonized before I used my golden axe to scrape off all the carbonized hair.
Then I used my sharp razor to cut the pig open. It felt so different with a knife; it was much better than using reeds and stalks.
I don't plan to throw away the offal this time either. Intestines, liver, lungs, and other offal are actually very delicious ingredients. I just didn't have the right tools to cook them before, but now that I have a pot, things are different.
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