Although he doesn't eat it himself, the fish head can feed his pet turtle. Whether it is bathing or fishing, Quan Hao has been paying attention to the turtle not far away. It still flapped a few times from time to time, trying to turn over on its own. When Quan Hao approached it, he found that it had moved its position and its head was facing the direction of the sea. It seemed that he still didn't give up.

The big turtle was a little wilted by the sun. The head was not as bright as before, and the plastic armor was dry. However, it was in good spirits. When it saw Quan Hao, it still wanted to escape. Quan Hao shook the kettle that was tied to its waist. There was still some water inside, and then it poured on the head of the turtle. As the water flowed, the turtle was shocked. Because it tasted the taste of fresh water, it opened its mouth wide and wanted to drink more. But Quan Hao's kettle could only hold one liter of water, and he drank most of it himself. So the kettle soon became empty. The unsatisfied turtle had to look at him. Quan Hao felt embarrassed to see that the water was gone. He had to cut the fish head into several sections and feed it one by one. Of course, it was not with his hands, but on the javelin. He didn't dare to put his hand to the turtle's mouth.

I don’t know if I’m hungry, but the turtle comes without rejection. After the fish head is cut open, the size is just right for it to swallow, and it will be wiped out by it in a few bites. After eating, it opened its mouth and obviously wanted it. Quan Hao couldn’t bear to refuse, so he had to keep a pet. The current situation of the turtle was completely caused by his hands. He broke the body of the snapper. He took out the internal organs and tried to feed it, but the turtle also ate it. He cut the fish into strips and fed them one by one.

Most of the breams weighing more than five pounds were eaten by sea turtles. Quan Hao only left a small piece for himself. This was not something he left on purpose, but remembered one thing. He heard from his friend who had raised turtles that turtles should not be fed too much, otherwise they would be able to die. He didn't know if the turtles were the same. Although this turtle looked quite wise, it didn't look like he could die. But there were also a lot of fish in three or four pounds, at least they wouldn't be hungry.

A fish with an arm was only a piece as big as a palm in a short while. It was only a pound of weight, and it would definitely shrink if it was roasted. Forget it, you can't just eat fish for dinner. Quan Hao comforted himself like this. Before leaving, he sprinkled Shanghai water on the turtle's armor and caught a few bunches of seaweed to shade it.

He grabbed crabs and picked up shells by the beach. This time he was familiar with the road and returned home with a full load. It was still early when he returned to the camping site. Quan Hao drew the fish with salt, but the crab still removed the claws. He ran to the Southern Peninsula and brought back firewood and a large amount of banana leaves.

The bonfire that night was bright. Quan Hao was eating grilled fish, gnawing crabs, counting the stars in the sky and singing, which was so comfortable.

On the third day, Quan Hao left for the Southern Peninsula after breakfast. This time he went deeper into the forest for two kilometers. When he realized that it was becoming more and more difficult to distinguish the direction, he retreated decisively. He didn't get much harvest and found that there were mice on the island. If he could catch them, he could raise a few to try the poison. He was too confused about what to eat and what not to eat. For example, the wild fruits he found this time, because he was not familiar with him, he didn't touch any of them. Another harvest was a half-moon-shaped pool of water with a height of thousands of square meters. The water in the pond was very shallow and clear, and the gravel was clearly visible. Three streams were poured into the pond from different directions, among which was the stream that Quan Hao first discovered. The stream hit the water surface and made a gurgling sound. It added a bit of agility to the quiet forest. Quan Hao almost jumped in with cheers and finally could take a good bath.

On the way back, Quan Hao encountered the first rain since he went to the island. The rain fell suddenly. When he felt that the light around him was a little dim, a thunder sounded, and the raindrops as big as beans had hit his face. Almost instantly, heavy rain poured down. Quan Hao had never encountered such heavy rain before. The water hit his head and back like a pour, making him almost unable to straighten his waist. When he realized that he had to find a place to shelter from the rain, the world was already white. The rain was coming.

His eyes were so swollen that Quan Hao tried hard to open his eyes, but he could only see an arm away. He remembered that there was a banana tree five meters away on the left, but he couldn't even see a shadow. He could only move slowly based on memory, waved his arms to explore, but fortunately he finally found it. He hurriedly grabbed a few leaves and draped them on his head. Then he held the rest in his hand to cover the top of his head, and finally got a chance to breathe. There were many taller trees around him, so there was no need to worry about being struck by lightning.

Because the banana tree is very short, Quan Hao could only squat. When he lowered his head, he found that the water on the ground had already spread across his instep. He wanted to change places to hide from the rain, but he was not familiar with it. If he went wrong, he was in danger of getting lost. He could only comfort himself: the terrain here is very high and there was not much water accumulation. The water flowed along the mountains to places with low altitudes.

In fact, his idea was right. It was indeed unlikely that mountain torrents would occur here. In comparison, another natural disaster - mudslides are more likely to occur. Later he realized that, but for mudslides, he could not do anything except pray for the mudslideslides to be stronger.

The rain made Quan Hao's whole body numb. He could only persist. He did not listen or watch, his body entered a mechanical state and closed all sensory systems. In the face of the power of nature, gritting his teeth and enduring was the only choice.

The tropical rain comes and goes quickly. In less than twenty minutes, the dark clouds dissipate and the sun shines on the earth again.

For nearly a minute, Quan Hao had no reaction at all. He maintained his shelter from the rain and did not move. Then he suddenly trembled all over and couldn't stand firm. He danced like a zombie in the movie. His muscles were indeed stiff. These twenty minutes were torture for him, and every second was torture.

Five minutes later, his mind was awake. He looked around and looked a little confused, not knowing what to do next. Most of the enthusiasm in his heart was extinguished by this heavy rain. Quan Hao asked himself, is he really capable of building a good island? In the past, he felt that the problem was not big, but this time, his confidence was not enough.

Heavy rain is just a common tropical weather. There are storms, thunderstorms with more severe tsunamis, earthquakes, and volcanoes. No disaster can be fought against by a small human being. At this moment, Quan Hao misses the resources of modern society and needs them more urgently. However, how to accurately connect the two worlds is still a problem that needs to be solved urgently.

Then go to the next world? Quan Hao vetoed it after a little consideration.

I have decided to experience it in another world, how can I be scared by this difficulty? The next world must be even more difficult. The last time travel experience has been summarized. Among the three worlds, this is the only one who is similar to a novice village. Don’t always think about killing monsters at a higher level. You can’t guarantee that you are the protagonist. Either fight steadily or climb back to modern times to be a ** silk. You only have these two choices.

In fact, a heavy rain is nothing. You knew that the process of exploring another world would not be smooth sailing. Before, I was just confused by the illusion of peace. I was mentally prepared, but the heavy rain was just a little bit. What almost hit you was not the heavy rain, but the heart of luck.
Chapter completed!