Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

The next day, the sun rose as usual.

The warm sun shone on Mo Qing's face, he opened his sleepy eyes, and the beautiful woman beside him was leaning on his shoulder.

Looking around, it was still that strange island.

He woke up Han Ling.

Since it was still early and the two still had energy, they had to find some food and water first.

The island is similar to the previous desert island environment, both covered by dense forests.

Now it's autumn and winter, even though the trees in the dense forest are lush and lush, the fruit trees have already passed the fruiting season.

Along the way, they did not find any wild fruit.

There was also no trace of fresh water.

Han Ling stared at the dirt on the ground. She lifted up her clothes and was about to take them off.

Mo Qing grabbed her hand, "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you teach me to get fresh water by wrapping wet soil with clothes?" Han Ling said.

Mo Qing naturally remembered that he was misunderstood by Han Ling as a pervert because of this.

"The method is such a method, but it is only used when we have to wait. We have better fresh water resources now."

Mo Qing glanced around, then walked to a low tree and pulled down a vine.

"This kind of vine is called water vine, one end is cut off with a knife, and the juice that flows out can be drunk"

This water vine didn't exist on the previous island, so Han Ling didn't know it.

Mo Qing also met from Master Bei's video.

He cut off the water vine, and a stream of clear juice flowed down.

He immediately opened his mouth and drank it, the taste was fresh and very good.

Han Ling also got fresh water according to his method.

Fresh water has been replenished, but the two are still hungry.

Now there are two paths before them.

One is to continue looking for food in the dense forest.

The second is to go fishing in the sea.

Both have pros and cons.

Just as Mo Qing was thinking about how to make a choice, a black shadow passed before his eyes.

It was a pheasant with bright feathers.

Overjoyed, he pulled out the dagger worn at his waist, aimed at the pheasant and threw it vigorously.

As soon as the dagger flew out, the pheasant had already discovered this unkind human being.

It flapped its wings and flew away.

Pheasants differ from domestic chickens in that their wings are capable of flight.

One hit.

The pheasant raised its proud head, as if to despise the overreaching of human beings.

"Hey, how dare you mock me!"

Mo Qing rolled up his sleeves.

At first he just wanted to fill his stomach with this pheasant, but now the nature has changed.

The pheasant didn't care about the human's anger at all, it flapped its wings.

Mo Qing picked up the dagger thrown earlier and chased after it.

This scene is very similar to a certain advertisement: he chases, it escapes, it cannot fly without wings!
The pheasant is flexible in stature and moves coquettishly.

No matter how hard Mo Qing tried his best, he couldn't take this thing down.

Seeing that the pheasant was about to escape.

Suddenly, the pheasant stepped on an inconspicuous small piece of wood on the ground.

A vine is tied to the block and is attached to a stone at one end.

When the wood was moved, the stone fell and hit the pheasant on the head.

Mo Qing immediately ran over with a big laugh, nowhere to be found after wearing out his iron shoes, and it took no effort to get there.

He picked up the fainted pheasant, "Hey, I finally caught it! I promise you will be delicious!"

After laughing, Mo Qing's expression became serious.

"This mechanism should be man-made." Han Ling picked up a small piece of wood on the ground.

In nature, there are no other animals that know how to use traps to hunt, except humans.

"There are other humans on this island!"

There was no joy in Mo Qing's tone, but rather serious.

What happened to Luo Quan had a great impact on him.

He is now extremely distrustful of outsiders.

On the deserted island, they survived hunger, hunted for food, solved the problem of fresh water, and built shelters.

They overcome all the difficulties given by nature one by one.

But the threats and injuries from the same kind almost wiped out their entire army.

The human heart is the scariest thing.

Mo Qing is not sure whether the person who set up this trap is a good person or a bad person.

He could only choose to put this question aside for the time being, and think about how to eat the pheasant in his hand?
The two left the dense forest and walked to the seaside.

Start killing the chicken and disposing of the internal organs.

Mo Qing left some useless viscera as bait for fishing.

The rest of the edible parts are used to eat.

After the pheasant is processed, the next step is to light the fire.

Unlike yesterday's drilling wood to make fire, today he wants to borrow a tool of the multi-function knife.

Mo Qing turned on the magnifying glass of the multifunctional knife, and with the help of sunlight, the magnifying glass reflected a bright circle on the haystack.

Not long after, white smoke rose from the bright circle.

The flames rise.

Mo Qing plans to cook a famous traditional dish: Beggar's Chicken.

Without enough seasoning or proper cooking utensils, he had to simplify everything.

First, the pheasant is covered with soil. At this time, the feathers of the pheasant are not removed, and the thick soil covers its feathers, which looks very sloppy.

Wrap the soil and put it in the fire to simmer and roast.

This takes a little while.

Taking advantage of this time, Mo Qing jumped into the sea with the unused internal organs, preparing to trap some sea fish.

In the past, when Mo Qing fished, he used a wooden stick to cut into a spear and speared the fish directly.

This method is a test of patience and accuracy.

If one is not careful, it will come to nothing.

So he intends to abandon this method and set traps instead.

Mo Qing took off the clothes she was wearing, knotted the cuffs and neckline, and then propped up the hem with wooden sticks, and opened it to make a sleeve.

Put pheasant giblets inside.

The smell of blood will attract fish, causing them to burrow into the sleeve.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, a sea fish fell into the trap.

Suddenly, Mo Qing sighed with emotion and said a very philosophical sentence: the pheasant's worthless thing attracts the fish, and the seduced fish falls into the trap, and together with the pheasant, it becomes the meal of the man behind the scenes.

After half an hour.

Mo Qing smashed the soil covering the beggar chicken, and the soil was torn off along with the feathers, revealing the glistening chicken.

Smelling the fragrance it emits, the appetite is widened.

The two who hadn't eaten for almost a day chewed heavily.

At the same moment they were eating, dense woods.

A man with make-up on his face and a grass skirt wandered around.

He wasn't aimless, but was checking to see if the traps placed nearby had caught his prey.

I wandered around, but found nothing.

At this time, he came to a trap that had been triggered.

The man crouched down and picked up a feather from the ground.

He knew the feathers, unique to the island's pheasants.

However, now there are only feathers but no pheasants.

Could it be that the trap failed to stun the prey?
It's not impossible.

But a series of unfamiliar footprints found on the mud directly dispelled the man's idea.

This footprint is not his, nor can it be his companion's.

Because the pattern of this footprint is different from the sandals they wore.

The man immediately yelled.

His voice echoed in the woods, not long after, several men dressed similarly to him approached here.