The heroine of Kuai Chuan Zhi's family only farms

Chapter 162 [161] Delicious Fisherman 12 (four more)
After dinner, the sky gradually darkened and the wind picked up. Xiao Yu and Xiao Ze hurriedly moved the chicken to the cave, and moved the stove and so on.

In order to prevent the rain from sweeping in, they cut down some bushes and piled them to the exposed cave entrance, and pressed them with stones.

As the wind got stronger and stronger, the siblings quickly hid in the cave, and then the crackling raindrops fell, and then the lightning and thunder began. The two shrank their heads, subconsciously thinking of that stormy night, Ozawa He looked at Xiao Yu with a look of fear.

"Sister, we are really lucky and not easy to be alive. The soup tonight is extraordinarily delicious. It is really delicious. I want to eat more and more in the future. You said we will have a good time." Will you survive?"

"Fool, aren't we living well now? Don't worry, as long as we are not lazy and work hard, we will grow food and vegetables on this island in the future, even if we don't go out for the rest of our lives, it won't be a big deal."

"But I miss my parents, sister, you said grandparents, parents, are they still waiting for us to go home?"

Hope for the future flashed in Xiao Ze's eyes, but Xiao Yu's eyes gradually dimmed, and she shook her head lightly.

"Ozawa, I don't know, when we are strong enough, can we go back and find them?"

Even if they know that there is little hope of being alive, the small fishing village will go back sooner or later. It's just because they are too weak now, and they don't know how far they have drifted to this island. If they want to go back, it's just talk Woolen cloth?
Because of the strong wind and waves overnight, the siblings, who were worried that their boat would be blown away, ran to the beach together in the morning. Fortunately, they placed the boat in a good position and did not cause major losses, but It's not a way to go on like this. It's windy and rainy all day, and it's easy to rot, but it's hard to transport it to the cave, because they don't have enough strength.

In the end, Xiaoyu sighed: "Let's resign ourselves to fate. It's really impossible. We will build the boat by ourselves. After all, the strength to carry it up the mountain is not much worse than that of boatbuilding. Later, we will build a stone wooden house here and try our best to go to the mountain. Protect it!"

Who could have imagined that last night there was a huge wind and waves, but this morning it was calm, blue sky and white clouds, quiet and peaceful?
"Sister, I saw a lot of mushrooms when I went down the mountain. Shall we go pick mushrooms?"

Mushrooms are a lot of poisonous things. The two of them dare not collect those that have not been eaten, but only pick the ones that have been eaten. Perhaps it is because of the rain last night that made today's fungi extraordinarily juicy. There are many wild vegetables in the grass. Such as purslane, amaranth, gray vegetables, etc. She picked some tender ones and planned to go back and mix them up.

Breakfast is still sticky rice porridge, with one egg per person, and lied to my brother that the hen laid it. In fact, the chicken has not laid a single egg in the past few days o(╯□╰)o.

"Sister, when I recover from illness, I will go into the sea to catch fish for you to eat."

It’s embarrassing to say that I haven’t caught even a fish in the past few days. Xiao Yu said it, but he was thinking about catching a fish today.
After breakfast, it was almost ten o'clock after picking up the fungus. She didn't let Ozawa follow her, but let him chop firewood in the woods.

His illness has almost recovered. It seems that drinking the water in the space every day is beneficial.

Today is the tenth day of the lunar new year, and the time when the tide recedes in my memory is 10, [-], [-] minutes later than yesterday, so when observing the time when the tide recedes, I enter the space to harvest.

Before I went to bed last night, I had already harvested garlic, and then planted pasture grass. The pasture field said chickens love it, so she planted it two or three times, and the accumulated amount was enough for their chickens to eat for a few days.

(End of this chapter)