I live in a desert island property

Faced with the seagull's fierce blow, Zhang Ming shrank his head suddenly, threw the glass bottle containing the mushrooms viciously, and roared loudly: "Look what this is!!"

The glass bottle reflects the golden light under the sunlight.

That elegant arc just flew to the beak of the seagull, making a "boom".

"Gah?!"

The male seagull made an extremely frightened expression, and the sharp beak that pecked at it viciously was immediately embarrassed!

Is it better to peck forward, or not to peck?

It really... dare not dare to peck!

The seagull fluttered its wings and screamed "quack", and the dust raised by the bird droppings covered the sky.

"quack!"

Damn the child, a strong enemy is coming, retreat quickly! Get out!

The "child's mother" who was hatching the eggs there also screamed "crack", looking at the glass bottle at a loss, her eyes widened, and her face was bewildered.

After seeing the contents in the bottle, it panicked even more, and looked at the child's father.

"Gah!"

Where are the eggs?

No more eggs?

The child's father: "Gah! Ga!"

If you stay in the green hills, you don't have to worry about no firewood, run away!

The child's mother: "Gah!"

I can't bear to let go of the eggs that have been hatched for so long?

The child's father: "Gah!"

The child's mother: "Gah!"

The two birds screamed "quack", flapped their wings, and fled frantically towards the outside.

They were so frightened that they almost forgot that they were birds and fell straight down from the top of the coconut tree.

It wasn't until he fell into the air that he remembered that he could fly, and flapped his wings to fly into the sky.

Only three white eggs remained in the nest.

"Good guy, we just eat one of your eggs, why are you so scared?"

When Zhang Ming came near the nest, he was overjoyed. Each egg was about the size of a fist and weighed two or three catties. The yellow-brown eggshells are dotted with black spots, which look like large quail eggs.

Holding three eggs in the sun for a while, I found that one of them had grown into an embryo, with clear capillaries and traces of chicks.

The other two appeared to be white eggs without any signs of growth.

"Will the reproductive capacity of mutated creatures be reduced... No wonder there are very few mutated creatures in the juvenile stage."

"Even for crabs, which have a strong reproductive capacity, there are very few small crabs."

Thoughtful, Zhang Ming turned around and put the embryonic egg back into the bird's nest.

"God has the virtue of good life, so I will return this one to you. I am not so close."

Returning the two bird eggs and the glass bottle containing the "mushroom" to the backpack, he descended the tree full of joy.

At the beginning, I was pretending, worried that the seagulls would retaliate, but later I couldn't help but smile.

Back at the base camp, I couldn't wait to cook one of them with boiling water.

Accompanied by the sound of "gurgling" boiling water, the firewood exudes the aroma of oil, and the eggshells are covered with bubbles one after another.

That's the egg, the desirable fountain of life—the egg!

"Such a big egg, cook it longer."

Even, in order to alleviate the anxiety caused by waiting, Zhang Ming took a copy of "Advanced Mathematics" and studied the long-abandoned knowledge with relish.

How should I put it these days.

Very fulfilling, but also very boring, with a lot of time to squander.

There is no dopamine stimulation brought by the information explosion, no one to talk to, no entertainment, and only the pursuit of some quiet and monotonous fun.

What's more, apart from the pile of books left by the comrade who took the postgraduate entrance examination, he has no books to read at all!

"So that's the case. You can't use L'Hopital's rule for this question, you can just expand it directly by Taylor... Wonderful!"

"Green's formula, I still don't quite understand it."

A sparse sound came from the grass, and Zhang Ming raised his head. It turned out to be a group of sea turtles, with dark eyes looking at the strange mushrooms in the glass bottle and the steaming pot.

They were shocked that this person was still alive!

"Do you want to have a bite too? In view of your defection last time, this time, I won't give any bird eggs!"

The turtles yelled "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"), but they ran away because they couldn't control their bodies.

Some turtles are questioning loudly, how did you survive?

You guy, your body is full of mushrooms, right?

There is also a tortoise, looking at the mushrooms in the glass bottle with its head poking around, suddenly frightened, turned around and ran away!

As a result, a herd effect was triggered, and a large number of turtles ran along with them!

Zhang Ming didn't bother to pay attention to their theatrical performance, "huchihuchi" picked up the boiled eggs, peeled the shells and enjoyed them by himself.

The fragrance that belongs to the source of life is coming!

The taste of this egg is similar to that of a goose egg. The amount of egg white is not much, and the orange yolk accounts for more than 70% of the whole egg. It is full of fragrance and slightly fishy when bitten down.

But it is this bit of fishy smell that brings a wonderful wild breath.

The sea breeze is constantly flowing, and everything in the world is independent and interconnected, forming a complete destiny together.

A faint warm current circulated from the body, the "spirit" brought by the bird egg didn't seem to be too much, but it was the first time to eat it anyway, and the effect of increasing attributes was quite good... As for whether there are any new ones? skills, it is unknown.

Zhang Ming suddenly had a question: How did the first hen in ancient times be tamed by humans?

Primitive people take away the eggs that the hen has worked so hard to hatch, wouldn't the hen feel heartache?

"Primitive people should have solved the problem of food and clothing before domesticating hens, otherwise they would have eaten the hens long ago..."

He always felt that the step from 0 to 1 was amazing: a man who was full just caught a shivering hen. Egg……

What an amazing scene!

Regardless of modern chicken farms, hundreds of millions of eggs can be produced a year, but in the primitive era of slash-and-burn farming, it was very difficult to find a qualified chicken.

Thanks for that chicken!

Zhang Ming shook his head violently, and spat in his heart: "Eat a bird's egg, and I feel emotional after eating it."

He is so lonely.

The distracting thoughts in my mind are like soap bubbles that can burst when poked. In other words, he has not seen human beings for a long, long time, and has not socialized. He must find something to do casually, otherwise the overwhelming loneliness will completely overwhelm him.

"It would be even better if it was made into salted duck eggs, but it can't be said to be salted duck eggs. It's... salted bird eggs?"

"How to make salted duck eggs, ask on the beach?"

A bird's egg weighs two catties, which is just enough to eat.

[attribute +3]

Not bad!

Looking back at the group of turtles again, they were looking at the pile of eggshells on the ground in surprise and greediness, and at the mushrooms in the bottle.

"Huh?" one of them yelled.

The other turtles also yelled, the turtles died for food, we really dare not eat mushrooms, but we turtles have been coveting bird eggs for a long, long time.

Please, give some!

Please!