Wang Qi was not very happy after receiving the compensation. The current situation of the survivors is really not optimistic.
He originally thought that the survivors would live in an area protected by log fences and brick walls, with a few bullies inside, and everyone would steal and rob each other with some hatred.
The reality is even worse. Each team is fighting on its own and struggling to survive.
For example, if two mummy monsters cross the suburbs or even linger, it will cause several or more teams to be unable to work and hunt, leading to more incidents of starvation and cannibalism.
Living together, not to mention unity, at least when a similar situation occurs, everyone can gather together the number of people. Even if they cannot carry out the hunting mission tacitly, there are more ways to drive them away.
However, Wang Qi now has too many other thoughts besides feeling pity about this situation. If you are poor, you will be good for yourself, and if you are prosperous, you will help the world. It seems that you have not even escaped poverty, let alone others.
Since the old lady and her family were framed, Wang Qi didn't call them in vain and stopped them when they were about to separate on the way back.
"Is there anything else?" Varya, who found that the night ghost could understand some simple words, asked directly with a torch.
Wang Qi took out his hunting knife and slashed half of the meat, tore it off, and handed over the smaller half without the hind legs: "Investigation fee."
Varya and Kai were both surprised.
To put it bluntly, their family was framed and Night Walker was taken advantage of. If he hadn't restrained himself enough, he would have been unlucky that day. Helping with the investigation was also to eliminate Night Walker's hostility. He really didn't think about the investigation fee. .
Looking at the meat in front of him, Varya commented in his mind: He is a monster, but also a very particular person.
People who pay attention to things have their own set of rules. As long as they don't step on the line, they can communicate more easily and safer than most deserters.
Now I kind of hope he doesn't go crazy so quickly.
"Thanks."
In fact, I want to give them some other benefits, but think about it and forget about it. I will talk about it later when I have the opportunity.
His current level of language learning is not enough to allow him to tell a set of lies; the mutual trust between the two parties is still very limited, and touching others rashly may cause misunderstandings. The last reason is that the old lady’s food never seems to be enough, and she doesn’t divide it into details when adding food to others. In order to adapt to the changes in attributes, the demand for food may increase, and she may end up doing bad things with good intentions.
So we will consider this later when the environment is more controllable. Let’s help with food first and see if we can make them grow some meat. It doesn't look so skinny, and can more or less bear the nutritional risks caused by increased power consumption.
Part of the leg was separated, and it weighed five kilograms including the bones. It felt like neither profit nor loss.
I went home with my legs and wanted to use it to change the taste. I did some preparations, roasted some pine needles and scraped some oak chips.
Oak is generally not used as a spice because it has no smell, but it also has its own unique fragrance. In fact, all woods with insect repellent effects have various smells, and the sap of ordinary wood is stronger than that of ordinary wood. Oak is here It's quite peaceful among them.
Wang Qi couldn't find the spices, and he didn't recognize them if they were growing on trees, so he could only start with what he had on hand and try to make some changes in the smell.
Li wanted to finish the basic training before dinner, and happened to see Wang Qi cooking wood, and a question mark appeared on his forehead: Is he really going crazy?
Wang Qi invited her to sit down and fanned her: "Can you smell it?"
Li Xiang sniffed and blinked, not smelling it.
He wasn't discouraged, her sense of smell might be bad, so he continued cooking.
When the leg meat is opened and the bones are removed, the color change of the soup can be seen even in the dark environment of the kitchen. The bones are cracked with the back of an ax and thrown in to cook.
Continue to divide the meat.
In his previous life, he was a very picky eater, but unfortunately he didn't like to eat. He only had about a dozen dishes such as fried rice, steamed pork with vermicelli, and braised rice noodles, and he felt that he could cook them well. Now that there are no spices and the conditions are miserable, I want to try weird ways to commemorate the peaceful era that is gone.
This time the meat is divided into two varieties.
Slice the thigh meat with the skin off. You can get over a pound of it after you slice it. You can eat the rest later. The other is mantis breast meat bacon, which has no fat and is relatively tender. It is cut into pieces and added to the pot when the salt is adjusted at the end.
The whole mantis monster I brought back more than a month ago was still sloppy and was handled in a hurry. It should have been stored in parts while there were refrigeration conditions in winter. It would be a waste to make bacon together. After dozens of days, both of them would eat it. I'm sorry, I'll learn a lesson next time.
Throw in the dried meat of ordinary reptiles and cook for a while, skim off the foam, and look at Li Xiang who is swallowing his saliva next to him: "Let's have some small potatoes."
"Oh." Li Xiang ran out and quickly brought back two bunches of potatoes. He washed them with hot water on the stove, mixed with cold water, and put them on a plate.
I don’t know how to get rid of the green and astringent taste of wild baby potatoes. I hope oak bone soup can help. Anyway, I have tried it and know that the strange smell of baby potatoes will not contaminate the taste of the soup.
When the bone soup became thicker, they divided it into dried meat with skin legs, small potatoes and mantis breast bacon. The two of them divided some soup and meat to taste the saltiness, softness and texture to warm their stomachs, and then added pine needles to boil out the fragrance.
It tastes okay overall, with a bit of a prairie flavor. The baby potatoes are still less waxy than real potatoes, and at least the astringency is much lighter. It's a pity that bone soup is not often available.
Where did those survivors come from?
After eating, Wang Qi took out the two maps in his hand and compared them to look for possible locations.
One of the two maps came from the first transaction with the old lady's family. It was hand-drawn and sparsely drawn. It covers an area of about 80 square kilometers north of Bookstore Street.
He has been to the survivor distribution area today. Based on the residential density, there may be scattered survivors in these 80 square kilometers. The few places with mountains painted on them may be hunting grounds?
Comparing the pre-disaster color map of the state, the so-called mountains can only be regarded as earthen parcels. The highest point marked is 2,200 meters above sea level, while the average altitude marked in the corner of the entire map is 1,780 meters.
Even if there are some wild animals in the mountains that have not been "taken care of" by the monsters, they are estimated to be extinct by the survivors. Judging from their physiques, there is no reason to leave cubs for all the survivors.
The scope expanded to the area beyond the hand-drawn map. There is a mountain range in the east, and its edge is about 20 kilometers away from the center point of the hand-drawn map. Maybe it was obtained from there?
Twenty kilometers is too far. The round trip time for such a long distance in the snow must be calculated in weeks. The legs must be from the autumn harvest.
In fact, even if it's a little further away, it's not impossible to try as long as you can guarantee profits.
The problem is that Wang Qi is not a wild survival master. He now has enough to eat and is not short of various tools. Because the architect's relevant knowledge and life experience in peaceful times allow him to make good use of the urban environment, even the ruins. What's more, there is also the legacy left by previous generations.
But when he goes to the wild or a completely jungled ruin, he won't even recognize two weeds. Apart from hoping that the target species will appear in the target place, he may miss a lot of edible or usable resources and earn zero income on the way. , the probability of returning empty-handed will become very high.
If you must go, at least you need a professional hunter to accompany you. He can just be responsible.
For the time being, we still have to rely on insects to survive the winter.
After saying hello to Li Xiang after dinner, Wang Qi was ready to set off to find trouble with the reptiles again.
This time Li Xiang didn't ask to follow him, maybe she was sad that Xiaoqiang was stolen.
Instead, Wang Qi persuaded her to follow: "Come together, you will be worried at home, at least we can quickly confirm whether I am dead or not."
He is not a boss, he has his own considerations.
There was a little commotion in the survivor's territory today. Regardless of whether someone was hostile to him or not, the time now was the time when others could best restrain their curiosity. Even if they wanted to retaliate, they would need time to investigate intelligence or recruit manpower.
Therefore, now that the two of them go out together, the possibility of the base being invaded again is reduced a lot.
Then there is the growth of Li Xiang. Working behind closed doors will not bring good results. He hopes that she can observe more and even participate in his battle with the mantis monster. The risk is indeed there, but the risk of staying at home is not zero. Choose the battle venue well to avoid being chased on the street. The impact of her small size is controllable.
Wang Qi beeped, and Li Xiang half understood and half didn't understand, but was still urged to pack up his equipment and follow.
