I surveyed everywhere.

It was found that the surrounding soil is also part of the planting-grade soil.

But the moisture contained in them is too much to grow some specific plant crops.

Specification of planting corn is no longer possible.

I can only ask the omnipotent netizens to see if the player’s spawn point is brushed in a temperate and drier area, so that they can dig some fertile soil for themselves.

But under the current circumstances, if you want to exchange something, I'm afraid you have to exchange food.

As for food, Tang Zheng himself is in short supply right now.

For example, the two coconuts just picked, there are not a few near the custard coconut tree, and they cannot be handed over before the edible corn is cultivated.

"Is there anything I can barely satisfy my hunger, and give it to others, that I don’t feel bad about it?" Tang Zheng was sitting in front of his house with a small wooden stool, supporting his chin with one hand, Make a statue.

It was windy all night, and most of the smell in the house dissipated. It is estimated that in the evening, you can wash it with water and you will be able to live in.

Suddenly.

Out of the corner of Tang Zheng's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a wood-eating rat swaggering into his house.

Without waiting for him to speak, the Lingyue cat next to him sprinted up, the cat's claws raised, and fell heavily.

"ka!"

——————

The fifth day of survival has reached the limit of survival of human beings without food reserves.

On the forum, one meter is hard to find, and complaints are everywhere.

[My mother, the past few days fuck, I lost at least 30 catties, which is more effective than any weight-loss drugs. If I can go back alive, I will definitely open a weight-loss training class to bring a group of people Throw it into the wilderness, and the linen skin will yield quick results. ]

[Are there any big brothers who can give me something to eat...whatever you can eat, leather shoes...as long as it is made of genuine leather, it can be swallowed even after cooking. It just so happens that my innate talent is B-Rank’s ability to digest...]

[I, I, I...that, I would like to ask, is there anyone who has leftovers in the rectum? Can you give it to me? Do you divide it? It's best to eat the meat yesterday. ]

[The one in front who wants the leftovers from the rectum, Guigui, I really convinced you, for the first time I heard someone talk about shit so elegantly. ]

[What is meat eating yesterday, it is best to eat enoki mushrooms, hehe, infinite loop does not digest, know everything. ]

[The one who ate enoki mushrooms earlier, do you put the buff here? ]

……

It was during the rapid refresh of the post.

Suddenly a post titled "Food for soil, one for five" broke into everyone's eyes.

In the past few days, many netizens who have had fun in their hardships deliberately sent some fishing posts to kill time, which aroused many people's dissatisfaction.

At this time, many netizens quickly clicked in, and the words were all typed.

"Fishing and engraving your mother's name on the tombstone!"

Look at the results of the poster: low-key stealth.

All of them were dumbfounded for an instant, and chose to delete the insulting words, turned the post to the top, and browsed it carefully.

The ID of low-key stealth is like a schoolmaster who has made up lessons in advance in the early stage of land reclamation.

First it sold axes, then the world’s first wood house, and now it sells food again.

Good guys, big guys are all extreme survival, how come you become a tourist check-in?

[Good noon, everyone, I am deeply aware that you have been guarding against the famine recently, and my conscience is still undiminished, and I often feel inner torment because I can’t help you materially

Declare in advance that it’s really not that I don’t want to The material aid to the compatriots is mainly that the material is really not good.

But it’s not what it used to be. The younger brother is not talented. He got a few portions of rat meat. Considering everyone’s poor family background, only one grilled rat meat You need five good-grade fertile soils.

First come, first served, not out of date]

Below the text, there is a display of rat meat attributes on the shelf.

[Barbecue Wood Rat (Ordinary Level)]

[attribute: non-toxic, edible (official testing)]

[Note: some eat That’s not bad, don’t choose, you’re the one who chooses]

……

One stone stirred up waves. Below the post posted by Tang Zheng, I immediately followed up with many replies.

[First floor! Close-range tiger touch low-key greatly! ]

[Low-key giant, are you the real version of Master Bei? ]

[Bei Ye: Who called me? Without photography, my little brother, I am almost starving to death. ]

[Leave me a copy! Isn’t it just soil? I can even move mountains over for you! wait for me! ]

[Lose! When the food is coming, I will go digging! ]

……

Tang Zheng refreshed the post casually and was dumbfounded.

In just half a minute, the reply rushed directly to the thousandth floor.

He has experienced the addiction of a traffic star.

When did my Tang Zheng not want to be a traffic star?

Playing a crooked basketball game, the old shoulder slipped a big white elastic band, and then it provokes abuse from the whole net.

You thought you scolded him, you are very happy.

In fact, he lives in a high-end villa holding a red wine glass, and watching you scold him, he feels more refreshed.

Everyone scolds traffic stars, everyone is a traffic star.

Of course, in this doomsday survival.

Only those with hard currency in their hands can become a doomsday star.

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