Using the system to raise beautiful, strong and miserable villains

Chapter 55: Counting Backpacks and Gaining Success

The wattle basket contains all the household items she has used frequently recently, including pots, pans, knives, and water bladders. In the past half month, Li Zhao has not had time to do anything else because of hunting. She has been burning only the inventory, and she has not bought much firewood. After half a month, it was basically all used up, and there was not enough left to cook a meal.

The place where we stayed today was even more deserted. Even the splendens splendens and tumbleweed that could be seen everywhere in the desert were gone. Li Zhao accepted his fate and took out a few pieces of black charcoal. He lamented over and over again that the blacksmith had done a good job in grinding the black charcoal. A hundred pounds of black coal, otherwise I would have to eat dried meat and milk cake tonight.

Li Zhao resignedly gathered the last few pieces of firewood and piled them at the bottom of the fire pit. He threw a few pieces of black coal on the firewood pile. In order to make it easier to light the fire, Li Zhao took a jar of liquor from his backpack and carefully poured it into the fire pit. Pour some on the coals to soak them before lighting them.

Set up the iron sling, pour the remaining water in the water bag into the small iron pot, hang the iron pot on the sling, pull out a piece of dried meat from the thorn basket next to you, and cut it randomly with a knife. After throwing another handful of rice into the iron pot, Li Zhao ignored it and let it cook on its own. Instead, she released a few buckets of water from the well and filled up the water bottles she brought with her. After collecting water from the well, he counted the harvest in his backpack.

After being out for half a month, I had a mental retardation system to protect me, and a useless map to navigate to avoid pitfalls. I gained a lot after half a month. With the green rot liquid and today's harvest, I got a total of 220 worm bags. According to what shopkeeper Ma said Bai Baolu also introduced that based on the capacity of her earthworm bag, she could get at least two thousand two hundred and twenty gold, which was one step closer to ten thousand gold.

In addition, she also gained a lot. She destroyed three scorpion nests and obtained enough scorpions to fill more than a dozen thorn baskets. She couldn’t count the exact number of scorpions. She almost vomited while handling them. She couldn’t count them. They were tens of thousands. There should be eight thousand pieces. One piece is calculated as three hundred coins, and the silver is ten to one for gold, so the gain is not small;

In addition, she even had black gold cakes, as well as meat mushrooms that she had not harvested last time. Although these things were buried deep in the sand, they were almost the same as Lao Shizi's shit cakes, but she couldn't help herself. There is a cheating device for mental retardation. She keeps signing in and out, but it is not easier to harvest than other hunters. There are more than twenty thorn baskets of fleshy mushrooms, which can definitely be sold for a lot of gold;

As for cactus thorns and cactus gel, it goes without saying. She has a lot of these things. Considering the capacity of the backpack, well, it is actually the reason why she only wants to bring expensive goods that can be sold at high prices. , she doesn’t even want cactus gel.

Now her backpack is extremely rich, and the experience of staying up for half a month also lets her know that the so-called check-in and sign-in are actually updated.

Previously, in order to chase a big sandworm, she happened to run back to the place where she and the boss brother had just landed in this world. If it weren't for the map reminder and Guang's familiar red sign-in guide, she wouldn't have been able to react for a while. come over.

It was precisely because of this that she learned that the check-in point could be updated, but the speed and conditions of the update... well, it was more screwed up, and it was based on the growth and existence time of the check-in object itself.

For example, take this giant cactus. Didn't she sign in once before and brush her hair with the boss once? The cactus has grown for more than half a month, the young thorns have become old and hard, and the immature fruits have matured one after another. The more you grow and update, the more you can sign in again.

For example, Black Gold was trapped in a shit hole. If a new bug came to the pit again, she could sign in again if she encountered it. If not, then the sign in point would be useless.

So this check-in and sign-in, don’t tell me, is quite in line with the laws of nature, which is a bit interesting.After counting all the valuable things and putting them away, Li Zhao couldn't help but touch the small repeating crossbow tied to his wrist when he looked at the wolf corpses in the twenty thorn baskets that were finally released.

It is indeed a good product that I spent [-] dollars to buy. It is a good leverage to kill the wolf. Finally, I can avenge myself for meeting a lone wolf that day and being frightened by the wolves.

Ah, what, you said she didn’t necessarily kill the same group?
Li Zhao waved her hand and said that it had to be yes. Anyway, under the guidance of the map, this thing was a wolf pack she hunted at the place where she killed the lone wolf. In her opinion, it was the same group as Huo Huo's own.

For this reason, even if these things are not as valuable as the three treasures and still occupy a position, he is very careful and vindictive, and he is not willing to discard any of them. Anyway, wolf skins are also good things, but many of them have been shot into sieves by himself, and he only uses them to keep warm. Just fine.

After putting away the wolf carcass, he carefully wiped the retrieved repeating crossbow arrows again. He counted the twenty or so missing arrows. Li Zhao felt a little distressed and thought that he would have to ask Shopkeeper Ma when he went back to sell goods. There is no need to add more. The more good things for self-defense, the better. After all, sometimes the arrows shot cannot be recovered.

Li Zhao was wiping the crossbow arrows while planning. At this time, there was a beeping sound from the small iron pot on the fire. Li Zhao stopped wiping, put away the arrows, bent down and took out the water naan from the thorn basket next to him. I washed my hands with water, then took out a wooden spoon from the cloth bag of the thorn basket. I grabbed the spoon and stirred the food in the pot. In an instant, the meat was fragrant and the rice was fragrant.

"Oh, I'm still not fully prepared. I have to make some dried vegetables later. It would be better if I could make dehydrated dried vegetables that are easy to preserve like in my previous life." This time I went into the desert on a tight schedule and I was inexperienced in eating. Unfortunately, I thought about everything but forgot to bring vegetables.

No, after half a month, it was either milk cakes or dried meat rice noodles, with some cactus fruit seasoning at most. She was constipated after eating everything. If it weren't for her mentally retarded system, she still had some conscience. She signed in every day and could sign out from time to time. Order some fruit to surprise herself. She is sure that she will turn into a baby with a big belly and cannot poop, really.

As the aroma of meat and rice became stronger, and the meat, rice and water were fully integrated, Li Zhao estimated that the meat porridge was ready. He used a wooden spoon to lift the handle of the small iron pot and put it next to the fire, filling the iron kettle with water. I hung the water on a hanging pot and let it burn. I took two cactus fruits and peeled them off. I cut them with a knife and threw them into the meat porridge. I also pinched a pinch of salt and sprinkled it in, stirring it.

Well, the meat porridge was reprocessed by her, and although it didn't taste good, she just ate it as a vegetable.

Lazy Zhao didn't even need a bowl, he just held the pot, held up a spoon, stirred it up, scooped up a spoonful and blew it randomly before putting it into his mouth. He finished the strange-tasting meat porridge as if taking medicine, swearing secretly in his heart. , when I get back to the city, I must order the five-pound baked buns and have a full meal.

(End of this chapter)