Chapter 14： Desert Island Survival (8) (1/2)

This kind of giant pheasant without knowing its name is ugly and can't bear to sip. I didn't expect it to taste good.

Zhang Heng has eaten seafood for too long on the island, and he has forgotten what the taste of chicken is, but the chicken soup stewed at night has brought back his long memories.

In fact, strictly speaking, this meat is a bit rougher than chicken, and may be closer to pigeons in taste.

But for Zhang Heng, who has been thinking about meat and going crazy, this is the best chicken he has ever eaten in his life.

He couldn't finish a meal of more than ten pounds of chicken. The remaining meat was removed from the internal organs and soaked in seawater, and was smoked into jerky meat and hung under the eaves.

He found a piece of land with good sunshine behind the house, cut and planted those potatoes that were used as seeds, burned some ash and sprinkled them with fertilizer, and finally fenced the fence, hoping that this place would give him a month and a half later. Bring surprises.

Zhang Hengyuan recorded the time by engraving orthography on the wall, but after moving, he couldn't move that stone wall, fortunately, there was a starfish on his right hand.

With its incredible hardness beyond all scientific explanations, Zhang Heng also used it to sand the stones in his early days.

According to the position of the hour and minute hands above, he can push the current date according to a simple conversion relationship, and it has been 201 days since he landed on this desert island.

The clothes on his body were the first to rot, and then his shoes had a big hole. Fortunately, it was in the tropics. Even in winter, he didn't have to worry too much about temperature.

His skin was tanned, his beard was taut, and his hair turned into strands, some unshaven.

On the afternoon of the day, Zhang Heng put down all the work at hand, chose a rock wall by the coast of the block, and climbed up, sitting cross-legged on it, and quietly looked into the distance.

About half an hour later, the old friend Zhang Heng waited for appeared on time.

The adventurer struggled in the waves, looking as if he might drown at any time.

Zhang Heng looked at the undulating figure, his expression was very tangled.

The great philosopher, mathematician, and historian Russell once said that his life was dominated by three simple and strong feelings-the desire for love, the pursuit of knowledge, and the compassion of human suffering.

For Zhang Heng, however, things are a bit simpler.

There are only two things that support him to live these 500 days-go to the center of the island to see and the expedition man who will drift every 40 days.

The former keeps him busy and reduces the amount of cranky time, while the latter can remind him that he is not alone.

Zhang Heng has no idea how many times he has thought of fishing for the expedition man from the sea.

As long as the other party is dragged ashore, someone can accompany him for nineteen days, giving him the communication and warmth he needs most now.

But Zhang Heng did not take any action.

He remembered a movie called ”The Rest of the Deserted Island” that he had watched before. The hero's plane crashed. He landed on a small island with a bunch of packages. In order to survive, he opened all the packages. Leave the last one, because the package meant hope to him.