Chapter 613

Junzhimu and his party brought modern fire tools, iron pots, shovels, seasonings, self-defense weapons, guns and steel knives. They were not very used to it except a few days before they stepped into the island forest. In the days after that, they did not go hungry any more. They hunted a lot of rabbits, pheasants, even wild boars and some sika deer.

They roasted the endless prey, hung it on the backpack and dried it naturally as reserve food.

Lu Qinan deeply lamented the improvement of their food. Every time they took a break to eat dried meat, they couldn't help sighing, "I don't know if Qiao bao'er has anything to eat." The tone was so sad.

Zhu Xiaowei listened, but also showed a worried expression, chewing a bite of meat has a deep sense of guilt.

The old ghost and the monkey look at each other, and at the same time, they look at Jun Zhimu on the other side. Jun Shao hasn't eaten much these days, and he is thin. He stares at the Lu in anger.

They had a tacit understanding. They kicked Lu Qinan from left to right. Lu Qinan covered his buttocks in pain and jumped up. Several people were fighting and chasing, and then there was a roar of abuse.

Junzhimu put down a piece of rabbit's leg in his hand and looked straight ahead with deep eyes. He didn't say a word in silence.

And now.

Qiao bao'er is squatting in front of the fire to make a pot of hot water. She sneezes.

She rubbed her nose, a little worried about whether she would catch a cold.

Before, Qiao bao'er was so depressed that she couldn't escape from the islands and couldn't go back because she watched Lucy being cruelly abused.

Even if no one came to save her, she couldn't wait to die.

But a few days later, Qiao bao'er figured it out by himself.

Lucy is so fierce that she should not die. She is not a brave and resourceless person. She will bear to save her life when necessary. Although Lucy is black and white and dragged into the palace cruelly, she is likely to be alive.

Qiao Baoer immediately felt that he could not be depressed any more.

Complaining can't change anything. Lucy fights with savages bravely just to survive, and her own experience is much better than Lucy's. Samba at least didn't hurt her. If she goes on decadent like this, Qiao Baoer also thinks that she is a real waste.

She should try to adapt to the environment of the island, practice more skills, let alone make herself sick.

Only when we are strong can we have the ability to protect others.

Samba usually gets up at sunrise and goes into the forest to catch prey. At about 2 p.m., he usually comes back with two or three rabbits or a boar.

They basically eat once a day. After Samba came back from hunting in the afternoon, he went to the third cave entrance, removed the heavy wooden door, and then led Qiao bao'er out.

Samba will give her barbecue and water.

Qiao bao'er couldn't understand why Samba kept her in captivity. She guessed that it was because she looked too thin and wanted to fatten up and sell her, or fatten up and eat her.

This kind of thought makes Qiao bao'er afraid to eat more every time, and worried every day.

At the beginning, Qiao bao'er only ate one meal a day, and her stomach couldn't stand it. When she ate barbecue, she hid a piece of barbecue quietly, when she was hungry for supper or breakfast.

Soon Joe found out that Samba didn't care if she hid the barbecue. She didn't care how long she wanted to keep it.

After the food is distributed, samba will only eat her own share and Joe's share. Unless she doesn't throw it out, he will pick it up and eat it. Samba won't grab her food.

"... the sentiment of the savage is so noble." Qiao Baoer is grumbling himself.

Samba is really a very principled savage. The Swiss Army knife he gave her and the small kettle he gave her before seem to be recognized by Samba as belonging to Qiao Baoer's personal property. Even if Qiao Baoer repeatedly used the Swiss Army knife to grind off the hemp rope in her hand and make trouble for him, samba didn't get back her evil tool.

Qiao bao'er's villain mentality makes trouble, and gains an inch.

Today, samba came back from hunting three pheasants with gorgeous feathers in the forest. As before, he went to the third cave immediately after he came back and removed the heavy wooden door at the cave entrance. When he bent down to enter the cave, he found that the hemp rope tied to Qiao Baoer's hands had been worn off by her.

Samba's face was full of beard and his body was huge. He only showed his two dark eyes, flashing some dissatisfaction, but he didn't yell at her. Usually he grabbed the new hemp rope and tied it up for Qiao Baoer before leading her out.

Today, Qiao bao'er is very brave. She is small. As soon as she dodges, she slips out of the cave.

Samba took the hemp rope, and his ferocious face was slow for a long time. Then he came out with his heavy feet.

But this time, Qiao bao'er didn't run away. She took a handful of dry firewood, made a fire with the flint she found before, found a rotten iron pot, filled most of the water in the water storage jar, moved two small rocks, and put the iron pot on the water to boil water.

Samba's huge body was standing, and her dark eyes were staring at her. She didn't know what she was going to do.

Samba is very patient. Maybe he thinks that Qiao bao'er can't run away under his supervision. So he also sits on the slope grass. He grabs a kind of fresh grass growing on the slope and puts it into his mouth to chew. It seems that he is eating snacks.

Qiao bao'er turned to see that he was very relaxed and eating grass, and didn't mean to tie her.

Qiao Baoer is very excited. She guessed right. Samba is a good tempered savage! It's like a good tempered blonde.

While waiting for the water to be boiled, Qiao bao'er still learns from Samba to grab a handful of grass on the slope and stuff it into her mouth. She chews it expressionless. A bitter taste chokes her throat, bah, spits it out.

It's so bad. I don't understand why Samba has such a good taste.

When the water boils, Qiao bao'er throws the chicken that Samba hunted today into the pot, scalds it a few times, and carefully takes it out to remove the feather.

Although Samba's face was full of beard, his eyes were full of surprise and incomprehension. He looked at Joe, as if he could not understand what she was doing.

When Qiao bao'er faded the feathers of the three chickens, she pulled out the Swiss Army knife and went down to rifling.

When she pulled out the chicken's intestines, samba was completely shocked. His burly body suddenly stood up, yelled at her, and pointed to the chicken carcass which had been cleaned by Qiao bao'er.

Samba's expression seemed to be a little sad. Looking at Joe, her eyes seemed to say that she was too cruel.

After getting along with him for a long time, Qiao bao'er could guess a meaning, and suddenly became angry, "... You're a savage, aren't you just drinking blood, what's your expression? I didn't do anything hurtful."

In Samba's view, Qiao bao'er's death of the game will be naked, but also take out the internal organs, it is simply ferocious, worse than animals.

Not knowing what he was thinking, Qiao Baoer rubbed her nose and continued to toss her roast chicken.

She sharpened a few twigs, forked the chicken pieces, close to the fire, and slowly barbecued.

It's different from Samba's simple and crude way of eating before. No matter what kind of prey Samba brings back, the big and small ones are directly thrown into the fire, even the fur and internal organs are burned together. If it's burnt out, it's better to bite off. Don't eat only the meat in the middle. Qiao Baoer thinks it's really terrible.

Samba felt that she was too disrespectful of the "dead" and that it would take a long time to bake. She didn't understand why she didn't throw it directly into the fire and what she wanted to do.

Samba's fierce face showed impatience and looked more dangerous and ferocious, but Joe was not afraid of him.

She was in a good mood, watching her roast chicken crackle by the fire, golden crisp chicken skin out of Zizi oil, a smell of meat.

The smell is much better than that of samba's "pig food". Every time Samba throws its prey to be burned, it smells like coke, and its internal organs are not removed. The meat is bitter.

"... no seasoning."

Qiao bao'er turned to look at the tender grass on the slope. Anyway, it's OK for Samba to eat, which means it's not poisonous. He grabbed a handful of them and cut them into shallots. It's good to get rid of the greasy taste.

Samba began to doubt that she was playing. "Did you learn it?" When Qiao bao'er handed a bunch of roast chicken to him, she asked him earnestly.

Of course, samba didn't know what she was talking about, but he took the roast chicken. First he sniffed it warily and tasted it for the first time. Then it got out of hand. In less than a minute, the roast chicken in his hand had no bones left, and it was all eaten into his stomach.

Samba himself went to get the second roast chicken. He was very happy to eat. Although he didn't speak, he had a big beard and was very happy.

When Qiao bao'er saw it, she didn't care whether he was happy or not. In order to protect her dinner, she quickly buried herself in eating.

Samba had never eaten such delicious food before. He was so excited that he almost reached out to grab Qiao bao'er's share of roast chicken. After Qiao bao'er glared at him, samba immediately thought of his "principle". He sat by her side and watched her eat. His stomach was only half full.

Samba turned to look at the forest from time to time. It seemed that she was struggling whether to rush to the forest now and catch another prey to roast.

"... you can't expect me to cook for you." Cooking is what Qiao bao'er hates most in his life.

As a boy, Qiao bao'er has a good temperament. Apart from barbecue, he can't eat it. He can't even cook noodles in the kitchen.

Qiao bao'er's mouth is slow to eat. Samba is greedy and can't grab her. He gets up and drags two branches full of fruit, which he turns back.

A branch of the fruit is light yellow, egg size, smooth skin, but it tastes a little sour.

Qiao bao'er took a bite and immediately poohed off the fruit.

Another kind of fruit is as big as a fist, and its skin is very thick. Samba chews it directly. Qiao bao'er breaks off the thick skin with his hand, and only eats the crystal white flesh inside. It's a bit like a large bamboo, sweet and slightly sour.

As a result, Qiao bao'er only ate large-sized mangosteen, and he didn't even look at the egg fruit.

Today Samba also found out that the cub he picked up was too picky.

Ugly, thin and picky, no wonder she was abandoned in the forest.

As soon as Qiao bao'er turned her head, her expression was strange, "... What do you mean by your sympathetic eyes?"