I put the casserole down, and then I planned to go to the chief of the Mira tribe to get some of his treasured wine. There were only two grapevines on this ark, so the yield was extremely limited.
To brew a single jar of wine, the chief often staked out under the grapevines late at night. I only learned this by chance, realizing that the chief was secretly brewing some wine.
Everyone on the Ark has little secrets like these. And I also know that the leader used the wine I originally brought from my hometown to make the yeast.
I used old wine as yeast to extract juice from sugarcane in the Mila tribe using earthenware jars, then added the yeast and sealed it for fermentation.
However, due to various reasons, including dealing with Haru's attack, I never had the chance to drink these drinks.
It's likely that the leader had already drunk some, and now he's added a lot more grapes, so the wine must taste even more mellow and fragrant.
Since we have such good stuff today, we must let the leader come and try it. We should also ask him to bring some wine so that everyone can have a taste.
When the leader learned that I had actually cooked in person, he knew that what I had gotten must be something special.
He readily agreed to my request, but when serving the wine, he kept the door tightly closed, afraid that the aroma of the wine would escape and attract everyone's curiosity.
After all, this is a wine aged for over twenty years. Its aroma is no joke; it's not much different from my Feilong wine.
While we were pouring the wine, Dante and the others had already grilled the fish, and now Susu and I were carrying the prepared food back to our room on a wooden tray.
Dante had a keen sense of smell; he had smelled the strong aroma of liquor the moment he entered the room. His eyes lit up; he knew this liquor must have been brought from the chieftain, and he immediately smiled and said…
"It seems you won't release this wine until you see the rabbit. If it weren't for the master personally cooking this wild delicacy today, Chief, you wouldn't have been able to get this wine so easily."
The leader now had a full head of white hair, but his figure was still very strong.
He chuckled and offered no further explanation. They were all from the same tribe, comrades who had shared hardships and faced life-or-death situations together; there was no need for such convoluted formalities.
The leader immediately lifted the lid of the clay pot, and the aroma so enticing that he almost drooled into the pot.
He immediately picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. At that moment, he felt so moved that he wanted to cry. He hadn't eaten anything so delicious in over twenty years.
Dante didn't stand on ceremony and poured everyone's glasses of the wine the leader had brought.
At this point, Top was unhappy. "Dante, you bastard, your daughter put a dog leash on me. Do you really think I'm a dog?"
"Squeak!"
Top yelled in dissatisfaction, snatched the flask from Dante's hand, picked up a ceramic cup, and poured himself a full cup.
Top was one of the first drinkers I ever drank with, so how could he not be upset if you forgot to pour him a drink?
Top kicked Dante in the butt, gesturing for him to move aside so he could join them at the table for a drink.
Here, Top and Pat can no longer be considered animals; they are on the same level as us, bound by life and death.
Immediately, everyone burst into laughter. This lively atmosphere dispelled much of the lingering gloom that had been hanging over everyone's hearts for the past year.
Life can be tough sometimes, but there's nothing we can do about it. The best way to cope is to get together with a few close friends, find joy in the midst of hardship, and cherish even a fleeting moment of happiness.
Everyone enjoyed the meal; it had been a very long time since we had a proper meal together like this.
In the end, everyone got quite drunk. The leader and I were completely intoxicated and had to help each other walk back to our residences.
Dante, worried that we might fall, came over and, swaying slightly, helped us all into the room before returning to his own quarters.
The continuous rain over the past year hasn't been entirely without its advantages; at least our ark doesn't have to worry about being swept away by the rapids.
The floodwaters have now submerged most of the land, and many mountains have not been spared. Only on some particularly high mountains can one still see glimpses of land.
Without any narrow passages restricting the water flow, the current slowed considerably. Our ark simply floated on the surface, moving slowly with the current.
Another major benefit is that those Protozoa that were submerged in water eventually ran into trouble. Fungi can thrive on land, but they cannot survive in water.
Protoplastia hyphae that have been submerged in water for a long time are unable to respire, and they begin to die off in large numbers.
The remains of the dead Protoporphyra became nutrients for aquatic algae and some aquatic plants, which began to grow rampantly on the lifeless Protoporphyra.
Carbon dioxide emissions in the atmosphere have decreased significantly, and oxygen concentrations have begun to recover slowly thanks to the effects of aquatic plants.
However, I know this great flood won't last forever, and in order to further weaken the protozoa, we will regularly send large cargo ships to dock in areas that haven't yet been flooded.
We'll first clear out a large patch of *Prosopa spp.*, then drive some wild boars onto these cleared, isolated islands.
The young fruiting bodies of *Prosopa spp.* can provide some energy, and wild boars quite like to eat them, although they digest them very quickly.
Therefore, they need to eat constantly, and the wild boars treat the newly grown jujube algae as their long-term meal ticket.
I don’t know if it’s because of the mutation, but the toxic side effects that Protoplasta used to have are gone. Now they are no different from ordinary mushrooms.
The reason they couldn't be eradicated before was because their ground cover was too large, allowing their mycelium to penetrate the soil in all directions to obtain enough nutrients for the fruiting bodies to grow.
Now things are different. Large areas of land have been submerged by floods, and the nutrient supply system of Protoporphyra has been reduced to only a small area.
Everything must abide by the law of conservation of energy. The reason why Protozoa can reproduce indefinitely is mainly due to the support of its mycelium, which helps it absorb nutrients.
The nutrients that mycelium can absorb have become very limited. Without a continuous supply of nutrients, the development of Protozoa will be poor, or even die directly. This is a common disadvantage of all fungi.
If these wild boars stay ashore for a few days, the Protozoa that have been eaten in large quantities by the wild boars will die from exhaustion due to lack of nutrition.
There is actually an even faster way to do this: simply let the Prosodium grow completely three times, and then cut it down three times.
Those mountaintops lacking nutrients on the water surface will become extremely barren. The mycelium of Protoplastia cannot absorb nutrients, and with the soil containing a high water content, their mycelium will suffocate completely within two days.
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