Comic strip: Survival on a deserted island, surrounded by heroines

I re-tied the stone knife, tightened the vines a bit, and it felt more secure in my grip.

The tip of the bamboo spear was heated with fire, which greatly increased its hardness.

While not as good as a real metal spear, it's sufficient for dealing with small prey.

"benefit!"

Michiru's voice came from the stream, carrying a hint of nervousness.

"Look!"

Kato Megumi put down the bamboo spear and quickly walked towards the stream.

Michiru squatted in the stream and pointed at the water: "Look!"

The stream was crystal clear, and near the bank, a small stream was filled with swimming fish.

A group of fairly large fish are swimming upstream against the current, heading towards the upper reaches of the stream.

"So many fish!"

Michiru shouted in a low voice.

Kato Megumi looked at the group of fish, her eyes slightly narrowed.

Each fish in the school was about the length of a forearm, its silver scales shimmering in the sunlight, struggling against the current as if it were swimming upstream.

“Migration,” Kato Megumi said softly.

"?"

"The fish are migrating."

Kato Megumi squatted down.

"It might be during spawning season."

"Laying eggs?!"

Michiru's eyes lit up instantly.

"Hui, does that mean I can't catch fish?"

"They're hard to catch."

Kato Megumi looked at the stream.

"What should we do?"

Michiru was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet.

"With so many fish right in front of us, we can't just watch them get away!"

Kato Megumi remained silent, her gaze sweeping over the stream.

His gaze fell on the wicker basket that had been made yesterday.

Wicker basket.

He picked up the wicker basket and carefully examined the weaving technique.

It is woven from bamboo strips and vines, originally used to hold fruit, with a wide opening and a narrow bottom. If turned upside down...

"Michiru."

Kato Megumi stood up and calmly said, "Go and get the biggest bamboo tube."

"Bamboo tube? What for?"

"Make a fish arc!"

Michiru was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted: "Can you make fish?"

Amazed, he immediately ran to get the bamboo tube.

Kato Megumi squatted by the stream and used a stone knife to cut off one end of the bamboo tube, creating a funnel-shaped opening in the tube wall.

Then disassemble the wicker basket and reweave it to make a funnel-shaped entrance.

"When fish swim upstream, they will be carried by the current and squeeze into the funnel-shaped opening,"

Kato Keiichi explained as he wrote.

"After going in, we couldn't find the exit and were trapped inside."

"This works?!"

Michiru looked at the simple fish-shaped umbrella.

Are fish really that stupid?

"Try it and you'll see."

Kato Megumi placed the fish ring in the stream, weighed down the bottom with a stone, and positioned the funnel-shaped opening directly in the direction the fish were swimming.

Then he pulled Michiru back a few steps and waited quietly.

One minute later.

In the stream, a silvery-white fish is hesitantly approaching the fish trap.

It stopped in front of the horn, circled the fish twice, and then suddenly darted inside!

"They're inside!"

Michiru almost jumped, but Kato Megumi grabbed her and held her down.

"Don't move."

A few minutes later, a second and a third fish successively burrowed into the fish trap.

The unique design of the funnel-shaped opening allows fish to enter but not exit; several fish are struggling inside, unable to find their way out.

Michiru exclaimed excitedly, "Three fish! I'm rich!"

Kato Megumi Station, walk along the stream to collect fish.

"Waaaaah, Hui is so smart!"

Kato Megumi looked down at the fish's belly, gently pressing one of its lobes with her fingers, feeling a plump, slightly bouncy texture.

Three fish are not enough.

"what?"

"To make smoked fish, you need to collect the roe."

Kato Megumi looked up, her gaze sweeping towards the upstream of the stream.

"Fish during spawning season have eggs inside their bellies."

"Caviar is highly nutritious and more precious than fish meat."

Michi swallowed hard, looking like it sounded delicious.

Kato Kei took two more bamboo tubes, squatted by the stream, and gently cut open one of the fish with a stone knife.

The knife tip carefully cut out a cluster of orange-yellow fish eggs, avoiding the internal organs, and slid them intact into the clean bamboo tube.

Michiru held her breath, afraid of making a sound and disturbing them.

"Give it a try." Kato Megumi handed over the stone knife.

Michi swallowed hard and mimicked Megumi's movements as she made her cut.

Although my hands were shaking a bit, I still managed to remove a whole bunch of fish eggs.

"I succeeded!"

They cheered happily.

"Don't break it."

By the time the sun began to set, they had caught a total of seven fish and three clusters of intact fish eggs.

Michiru, holding the bamboo tube, grinned from ear to ear: "Megumi, we're having smoked fish tonight, caviar tomorrow, but no seafood feast the day after?"

Kato Megumi hung the last fish on the smoker, her profile illuminated by the firelight.

"In that case, we'll have to postpone our trip to the beach tomorrow."

Because of bird migration and fish spawning season, the surrounding area is incredibly rich in resources.

Therefore, there is no need to go to the beach for the time being.

Michiru nodded vigorously: "No problem!"

Anyway, no one had any objections, so Hui did it.

Chapter 340: The Exploration Frenzy in the First Region.

Three days later.

The atmosphere at the first regional outpost is completely different from before.

The canteen shed was packed with people.

A dozen or so new and old time travelers sat around a few pieced-together wooden tables, discussing the matter animatedly.

The sound was so loud that even the sentries on the watchtower couldn't help but look down several times.

"Did you hear? The group from the west came back yesterday!"

"You're back? How was the harvest?"

"Bullshit! Five people went out, and two came back, one of them with a broken arm!"

"Huh?! You brought it back?"

"...There's nothing there."

A moment of silence.

The man who spoke was named Nakamura, a middle-aged man who had just transmigrated three days ago and was as thin as a bamboo pole.

He lowered his voice and moved closer to the table.

“I told them that the group went about six kilometers west and entered a swamp.”

"I saw a giant sauropod dinosaur; its bare legs were as thick as buckets."

"And then?"

"And then? Then they ran! While running, they stepped into a mud puddle, and both of them sank in right there."

The remaining three ran back, only to encounter a group of small carnivorous dinosaurs on the way...

"..."

"The last two returned, one of whom had mental problems. He was squatting at the entrance of the medical tent, muttering that he had bitten Old Wang's leg..."

The people sitting around looked at each other, their expressions not very pleasant.

"Then... then Ayanokoji was alright before?" someone couldn't help but ask.

Nakamura gave a wry smile.

"Does he have that brain? Does he have that skill?"

"Ishizaki Daichi may be a bit of a blabbermouth, but he's got incredible stamina."

"OK?"

The man shrank back and fell silent.

In another corner of the cafeteria, Ishizaki Daichi was holding a bowl of vegetable soup, listening intently to the conversation over there, his smile widening.

"Hehe, did you hear me, Yamauchi?"

He nudged Haruki Yamauchi next to him with his elbow.

"They're praising me!"

Yamauchi was carefully wiping the wooden spear with a cloth when he heard this. He looked up with a complicated expression.

"Ishizaki...don't you think those people are quite pitiful?"

Ishizaki's smile froze.