Chapter 41: People die for money and turtles die for food
Take a sip of chili pepper water.
"Gululu"!
The little white turtle suddenly showed an extremely rich expression, and his eyes filled with tears. His black pearl-like eyes looked at Zhang Ming bewilderedly.
"Excellent food, how about it? Do you want another bite?" Zhang Ming nodded seriously.
It was confused and messy, and its limbs continued to stretch outward, blooming like a flower.
Is this gourmet food?
Really?
Isn't it?
This turtle, which has always been very lively, slowly, slowly retracted its head.
Suddenly, he kicked off his legs and started running!
With a "bang" sound, I jumped in ecstasy and rushed into a coconut shell filled with water.
"Abba, Abba, Abba, Abba!"
The little white turtle screamed loudly, and because of the spicy taste, it didn't even know what it was talking about.
"Everyone here, who else dares to challenge?" Zhang Ming held the diluted chili water, suppressed his desire to laugh, and roared with a red face.
Seeing Xiaobai struggling hard in the basin, looking extremely happy, the turtles of all sizes expressed that they also wanted to take a bite.
Then, tears burst into my eyes all at once!
You look at me, I look at you!
A pair of huge black eyes seeped out the mist, and they spread out their long, thick legs and rushed towards the sea crazily!
The scene of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking was like a raging elephant!
"Hahahaha!"
"Aba Aba!"
"You're such a bad guy. You obviously ate chili peppers, but you deliberately pretended to taste delicious so that other turtles would follow suit."
Zhang Mingyi eloquently educated the little white turtle who was gloating about misfortunes in the basin.
"??"
Xiaobai said that he didn't know anything. They were greedy and it was none of my business.
It is really smart. Although it is not very old, it is really much smarter than other turtles in terms of intelligence.
When he found out that Zhang Ming was scolding him, he shamelessly retreated.
"This chili pepper is considered a natural treasure, because it is so spicy that no living thing eats it."
"I will find a way to pick some tomorrow and dry them in the sun for storage."
After playing with these turtles, Zhang Ming found that his mental value had soared to [70/80], and he had calmed down and was no longer so broken.
As a result, the attributes are transferred back to the equilibrium state.
The poetry boomed, and the collapse artist and turtle lover Lao Zhang wrote a few lines of text on the ground with great enthusiasm.
"The turtle shouted,
We'll wait for you to go home for dinner at the camp.
But don’t want to,
Today I was scared to death by mushrooms.
But that look of nonchalance,
It’s like a returning angel.”
"What a poem, what a poem! You are worthy of being a great writer in Zhangzhou!"
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Take out the barnacles, coconut oil, add the fennel bark and chili just collected, and start frying the barnacles.
I carefully cooked a small pot of rice.
He hasn't eaten rice for a long, long time. After all, he only has 5 kilograms of rice and can't eat more than a few meals. He usually saves a lot.
But I was frightened today and my mental fluctuations were too great. It’s true that I should reward myself.
While cooking, Zhang Ming said to the little white turtle: "You should know that there is an indigenous civilization in the center of the desert island. I wonder if there are still indigenous people alive?"
"Those colorful bacterial colonies, huge black shadows exuding a rotten smell, and some places that have not yet been explored..."
"What kind of secrets does this island hide? Do you know?"
Xiaobai: "Ah wow wow..."
Forget it, you are such an idiot.
Radio: "The Mystery Zone contains plenty of supernatural treasures!"
"Experts believe that there may be a large area of land for human survival and reproduction in the mysterious area."
"The exploration and development of the mysterious area will be a great geographical discovery in the new century and one of the biggest cakes for future economic development."
Zhang Ming stir-fried barnacles in the pot and still muttered: "The cake is a hammer... You should send an expedition team instead of theoretical analysis."
"If you have the ability, send someone."
Radio: "Latest news: The famous sprinter Bollin broke the Guinness record of the 100-meter race, significantly improving the 100-meter time to 8.99 seconds; weightlifter Li Dajun, through the burst of adrenaline, refreshed the clean and jerk time to 8.99 seconds.
500.5 kilograms."
"The advent of the supernatural era has raised the limits of human physical ability."
"In current statistics, professional sports athletes have a higher probability of giving birth to their own supernatural abilities."
"Qingbei University, Zhejiang Fu University, Yunhai University and many other well-known universities have jointly established the New World Supernatural Laboratory, focusing on the study of supernatural phenomena. Any person with superpowers who voluntarily participates in the experiment will receive a reward of 3 to 10 million yuan." "There will be major rewards for discovering any clues about mutated creatures, up to tens of millions of yuan!"
The human side is still too weak.
Zhang Ming always feels that he may, perhaps, be the most powerful human being?
If you use the "power burst" ability, you can run 100 meters in less than 8 seconds; allocate your attribute points and lift 800 kilograms, which is not difficult.
But even so, he is still at the bottom of the food chain on the desert island.
Of course, the strength of mankind does not lie in itself, but in its wisdom, industry and strong organizational capabilities. If it cannot defeat it alone, why can't it also use missiles, machine guns, or even hydrogen bombs?
What if a hydrogen bomb cannot defeat monsters?
Then don't think about it, eliminate human tyranny, and the world belongs to mutant creatures.
Sprinkle a little water in the oil pan, and there will be a crisp "crash" sound.
Stir-fried barnacles are ready.
Those greedy turtles gathered around again, staring with eyes.
The spicy aroma of a large pot of barnacles overflows, which makes the turtles feel intimidated and at the same time unable to stop. They open their mouths one by one, looking forward to it like a dog.
Zhang Ming tasted one and let out a "suck" sound.
The hot taste is like coals in a blazing fire, going straight to the throat and irritating the base of the tongue, but you can't help but chew it.
The meat tastes a bit like snails, very chewy and chewy.
When a piece of barnacle meat is eaten, heat will soon burst out in the body, nourishing every inch of flesh and blood in the body.
Paired with a mouthful of rice, it’s simply delicious!
“Delicious!”
Zhang Ming couldn't stop at all, because as soon as he stopped, the spicy taste came over him, but if he kept eating, it wouldn't be that spicy!
"It's indeed a good thing, with more attribute points than crab meat."
"Give you a shell."
He threw the barnacle shell casually into the mouth of a greedy turtle.
The turtle was stunned for a moment.
It originally thought that it would have to endure the spicy pain again, but it didn't expect that it could bear the spiciness, and then showed an extremely shocked look - Gan, even just a shell is so delicious!
Other turtles also gathered around, especially the little white turtle, which had already started roaring: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Zhang Ming fed a shell to the "King of Turtles" and said solemnly: "Dear turtle friends, I want to establish a cooperative relationship with you."
"Give me some of the food you usually eat in the sea, and I can help you with the work. Whether it's removing barnacles from your body or cooking."