I took the torch that Song Bailu had just given me and tried to repair the fence that was kicked in the ground. I first collected the long wooden boards and stuck them into the soil. For those with mortise and tenon structures, I just barely connected them and made them fit together as best as possible. For those that were really useless, I used a bayonet to sharpen them into spikes and stuck them outside the fence to form a spike area, making it difficult for wild animals to get close to this end.

After finishing all this, I went back to the house and asked them to check the condition of the wheat field and the constant temperature room respectively. After making sure that everything was fine, I prepared to get some ice and stew something for tonight's dinner.

The scar on Yunwen's back had been treated with medicine, and when I entered the room, she was still comforting Song Yingchun.

After I entered the house, Song Yingchun was very afraid of me and immediately hid away and processed the wild boar meat with her sister. I went to check the wound on Yunwen's back. After seeing it, she immediately blocked it and said it was okay.

"Yingchun, go get some water for Brother Zhou Bo." Song Bailu winked at Song Yingchun.

So Song Yingchun tremblingly took the bronze hu and horn cup, poured me a cup, placed it in front of me, did not dare to look up, and then immediately went back to help Song Bailu with her work.

I drank the hot tea.

Song Bailu and Song Yingchun processed the hard meat on the wild boar just like they did the last time with the venison. One person was not strong enough, so they needed two of them, one holding the knife while the other hit it with a stone to make the blade penetrate deeper and then break it down.

Since none of us had eaten dinner, the two of them first took a large piece, scraped off the hard hairs on the skin, washed it with spring water, put the rest in one place, covered it with ice and hay, cut part of the meat into chunks, and continued to stew it in the bone soup, and for the rest, used various wild peppers, star anise and the like to make juice, spread it on the meat chunks and roasted it.

Each person had a bowl of pork bone soup, and there were obviously two more pieces of meat in my bowl. This time Song Yingchun didn't dare to make a fuss, and she gave me a large piece of barbecued meat, plus some wild vegetable roots mixed with juice. This meal was a rare combination of meat and vegetables.

I drank two mouthfuls of soup while eating this rich meal. Bai Lu hurriedly said, "Yingchun, give Brother Zhou Bo some more meat. He worked hard to drive away the beast for us. Shouldn't we be grateful to him?"

Song Yingchun looked bewildered at the moment. She mechanically added the meat in the bowl to me and said, "Brother Zhou Bo, please eat more."

I didn't refuse and said, "Thank you, Sister Yingchun."

This wild boar can basically last us through the winter. It has a lot of meat. We can pickle some of it and eat some of it. Together with the pickled venison, the two are enough to fill our transition period of nearly two months. In addition, we can harvest a batch of wild wood ear mushrooms every 21 to 30 days, and there are also some wild grass roots, wild vegetables, ferns and the like that can be collected around it.

In addition, a few days later, I took out the culture medium, which already had a lot of mycelium in it. Yunwen and I spent a day alone to retrieve the tree trunk that had been smashed by Bigfoot. It had been exposed to the sun, so it must have been treated with high temperatures. So I used an iron saw to cut it into three sections, made holes in the trunk, and put the sawdust and mycelium in the culture medium into the holes in the trunk, and then put it in a constant temperature room, so I could grow another batch of black fungus that we grew ourselves, which doubled the amount of black fungus we could produce each month.

Black fungus is more than enough to eat a few more every day every month, and it can also be paired with dried meat, pork bone soup and various wild vegetables. According to Song Bailu, our nutrition should be sufficient.

After that incident, ever since I put a gun to her head, Song Yingchun didn't make trouble as often. She was a little afraid of me, and the gun also made her feel more or less fearful.

The days began to return to normal. After I completely repaired the fence, I did the trivial things with the girls every day, such as checking the crops and getting some ice to cook. After that, we sat around the kang and chatted and talked about family matters. The days were quite carefree and comfortable. To be honest, they were much easier and more enjoyable than city life. In the past, we didn't have the time to enjoy the moonlight every day, but now we can do so every day, which is a blessing.

Besides, my room is full of top-notch beauties. If they were in the civilized world, I don't think they would even look at me. But now we are under the same roof, and I happen to be the most important man in their eyes. Not only do they look at me, but they also talk to me enthusiastically, fearing that I would ignore them. How happy I am!

Thinking that in the past I was satisfied just by looking at such a beauty from afar, but now she pays so much attention to me and needs me so much, I have to thank this deserted island.

Ever since that incident, when we were chatting about everything under the sun, Song Yingchun no longer got angry if she couldn't get a word in. Instead, she would just take some clay and make some clay sculptures. I have to say her craftsmanship was really exquisite and very lifelike. Once, after I praised her, she even took out a big project and made a huge clay sculpture of a human bear in the field. From that day on, the crops were no longer damaged by wild animals.

As the days became more leisurely, everyone had their own idle tasks to pass the time. Some continued to tinker with herbs, and the remaining snake skins were used to make various classified medicinal herbs. Some specialized in making clay crafts, and some specialized in using charcoal to record various things. However, the patterns they used were all very simple little figures, which were painted on stones. That was also some kind of fun.

I am very pleased. The biggest enemy in the wild is loneliness and psychological emptiness. Being able to find spiritual support can effectively prevent autism or mental illness, and build confidence. I encourage this kind of thing.

As for me, I have a simple mind and I don't always think about weird things. I just tinker with the M16 and do some physical training when I have time to keep my body functioning well. That's what I do every day. Although I am no longer in the army, I will not fall behind in these trainings if I can.

Furthermore, exercising more can help me stop thinking about those things, distract myself from the problems and achieve self-discipline.

But when it's late at night and everyone is asleep, I still think about the day I saw Bigfoot, and what that look on my face meant when it killed the deer and then came over to take its prey.

It lingers in my mind. That look reveals a kind of cunning, threat, ferocity and warning. I can't tell what it means, but I always feel that it is not a good thing.

In a blink of an eye, most of the winter has passed. Although meat and dried meat are almost eaten up, vegetarian food is becoming more and more available. Many peach blossoms, apricot blossoms and the like have quietly bloomed, and more and more wild vegetables, fruits and mushrooms can be found. Spring is approaching, and the weather is getting warmer.

Winter wheat has a long growing cycle and can only be harvested in May and June at the earliest. Now it is only January and February at most, so it still needs three months to grow. However, the growth is gratifying, so I think it will provide a great food guarantee when the harvest comes.

Recently, when the weather is warm during the day, the spring water in the well has been able to thaw by itself, and we don’t need to chisel ice specifically to use it, which is quite convenient for a while.

That morning, after we had just finished breakfast, we planned to go to the woods to explore and pick some wild fungus.

I was walking in the woods when I found some broken branches and obvious footprints nearby. They couldn't have been made by someone else, but by Bigfoot. It looked like it had been here more than once, because the snow had melted and the footprints on the ground were clearly visible, some deep and some shallow, indicating that they were not left in one day...

"What does this guy want to do? What does he mean by spying on us every day?" I couldn't help but say.