God-level foodie desert island survival

Tang Ming frowned. Clapping his hands, the Great Sage who was playing in the tree behind him immediately ran over and wagged his tail at Tang Ming.

"Tell everyone, it's time to get to work!

After speaking, Tang Ming bowed down and began to pull weeds.

However, the simple work that ordinary people do has become a little more difficult when it comes to his hands.

The strength is too great, and many weeds are too weak, and when I slap it, the roots are not pulled up, and the grass breaks.

In desperation, Tang Ming had no choice but to go back and cut a few bamboo shovels, like an old cow plowing the field, inserting the bamboo into the soil and starting to push it forward.

This time, the effect is much better.

Where the bamboo pushed, the weeds and grass roots crackled and fell to both sides.

At this time, the monkeys also came to work one after another.

Tang Ming called the Great Sage and a few monkeys to follow him, specifically responsible for handling the things that were turned out.

The weeds and the roots of the grass shake off the soil and pile them aside, so that they can be used as firewood or to make beds or something after they are dried.

There are also a lot of dirt, will bring out some earthworms and insects or something, monkeys love to eat insects in their hands and chew, do not like to eat unified into the bamboo tube as bait.

After about an hour of doing this, Tang Ming turned out about 100 square meters of land.

There is no way, in the absence of deep ploughing tools, Tang Ming can basically only use bamboo line by row to cultivate, otherwise too many grass roots will be left in the ground, and it will be very uncomfortable to plant things.

Fortunately, the monkeys are also very powerful, after finding that pulling weeds is a little difficult, they all chose to help shake the soil on the grass roots and catch insects, Tang Ming finished turning, the ground was almost tidyed, and the surface was full of a layer of fine and fluffy soil that the monkeys shook according to his instructions. Some rocks and other things in the original soil were also thrown aside and piled up.

Choosing a place as the boundary, Tang Ming drew a field character along the reclaimed land, and then used one of the squares to start digging a small pit.

After that, he planted the most bay leaves he got back one by one, about twenty bay leaves, just planted two rows.

Then the taro was originally next to a large nest of taro, and a lot of them were separated, and more were planted than bay leaves.

Gently patting each plant seedling to stabilize it, Tang Ming went back to the camp and took a few bamboo tubes and fetched water from the well. One by one, pour a little bit.

Looking at it again, all the plants are neat, green, and pleasing to the eye.

"Sister Lan, how do you feel that this kid can do anything, why didn't we find out before?"

In the Dongdu Villa, Zhang Guangrong looked at Tang Ming's farm work with a puzzled expression, and his eyes were full of suspicion. I couldn't help but ask out loud.

Wu Lan frowned slightly: "I really don't know much about this, this stinky boy heard that Tingting was going to participate in the survival competition, and he was going to follow him, of course I didn't agree, so I asked him to go back to the countryside to accompany the old man." You also know that this kid didn't talk to anyone since he was a child, so the old man stopped him. Originally, I meant to let the old man persuade him not to mess around, who knew that it would be more than half a year when he went back, but then I didn't know what method he used, so the old man let go and said that he could let him go. What else do you think I can say?"

"Well, the old man's character, but he is upright and doesn't say anything, he has never given this stinky boy a good look, and it is estimated that he will be cleaned up badly enough when he goes back." He was a soldier and fought in a war when he was young, and he had rich experience in survival in the wild, and he was bored and returned to the countryside to live a pastoral life.

"Well, otherwise, with the way he's behaving now, I'd really think someone had crossed over to my son.

"Fortunately, the old man took care of it, otherwise, this time it would be really dangerous."

"Well, how is that supporter?"

Speaking of this, Wu Lan's face sank.

"It's still investigating, and our people haven't seen him since the previous incident, so there's definitely something wrong with this.

"Continue to investigate, we must find out the person and ask the situation clearly, although this time the mistake made this kid take a big advantage, but this kind of thing must not happen again, we want stability, not gambling."

"Got it, anyway, Sister Lan, why don't we take a gamble and see how many things this stinky boy will bring to hand in tomorrow?"

"He?

" Wu Lan narrowed his eyes: "I feel that he can't bring much!" "

How is it possible, if you bring less, you are not looking for death, or if he is willing, Xiaoting will not be able to watch him mess around." "

It's not a mess, think about it, this kid looted people's houses, and even the raft was given to others, if it were you, knowing that there was one less competitor, how many things would you bring?"

"The problem is that it's not good to say the attitude of Yamato over there, what if you haven't given up yet? This kid loves to mess around, Xiaoting will definitely not, I bet they will be the first tomorrow."

"Then bet on the bottle of Feitian Moutai you treasured! 400 catties. "

Yes!"

......

On the island, Tang Ming did almost the same, clapped his hands, went back to the well and carried a few bamboo tubes of water to rinse down, and returned to the camp.

Remove the lid.

After more than an hour of cooking, the original half pot of water has been condensed into a small half pot.

The soup is snow-white, and in the air, the flavor of angelica and the aroma of meat are mixed together, and the richness is more than any previous dish.

Remove from heat.

After trying the flavor of the soup, Tang Ming added a little coarse salt to it, poured it into the small iron pot that had just arrived to keep it warm, and found a bamboo tube to pour it in.

Sandwiched some more chicken and snake meat into it, and Tang Ming brought the bamboo tube to Shu Yiting.

"What do you mean? drink it now?"

Smelling the strong fragrance in front of her, Shu Yiting couldn't help but swallow her saliva, since last night to now, she has eaten some coconut, and now she smells this smell, she really can't stand it.

Tang Ming nodded, and added a little green onion to the bamboo tube, which smelled even stronger.

"Don't you usually wait for the food to be served

?" "What's the matter, it's not good to enjoy the treatment of the wounded?" Or

do you just want to be lazy?" "Phew, you just want to be lazy, just drink!" The

corners of her mouth turned up secretly, Shu Yiting pretended to be angry and took the bamboo tube, blew the hot air on it, and took a small sip.

Then, her eyes lit up.

"It's so rich, I feel that this soup is about to turn into substance! Just now it smelled all the flavor of angelica, but now I drink it, but it is just right, and it will not smoke people, and the chicken and snake meat are like melting, and they will be off the bone when you sip it. Picking

up pieces of meat with bamboo chopsticks and eating and drinking at the same time, Shu Yiting felt that the fatigue of a day and a night was taken away by this bowl of thick soup.

--

The author has something

to say: I don't seem to have anything to say today, I'll write more, everyone will read more, over.