Chapter Three: Starting Without a Bowl

Although the completion of this task felt somewhat baffling, the reward was tangible food. With these five pounds of sweet potatoes, they could barely manage to sustain themselves for two or three days.

Jiang Li prodded the venomous snake on the ground with a wooden stick. "Come on, let’s head back and eat!"

"Master, we have no food," Qiuyue whispered, a wave of guilt washing over her face. "It’s all my fault—I wasn’t able to find any food for you..."

"If I say there is, then there is. Let’s go," Jiang Li said, smiling as he gently ruffled Qiuyue’s hair.

Who could help but like this girl? She was diligent and uncomplaining, and on top of that, quite pretty—otherwise, Qin Lang wouldn’t have taken a fancy to her.

When the three of them returned to the campfire, Jiang Li solemnly wrapped the venomous snake around a wooden stick.

“Snake brother, I know you’re barely alive. Only by fighting to the death and rising from the ashes can there be a sliver of hope. I’m about to give you a grand transformation!”

With that, Jiang Li unhesitatingly placed the snake over the fire to roast.

“There are still seven potatoes and five pounds of sweet potatoes. Tomorrow, we’ll see if we can find anything else to eat. Life will surely get better day by day,” he muttered to himself.

After a while, Jiang Li gave Qiuyue and Chu Chunqiu each a potato and a piece of snake meat.

“Master, isn’t this inedible?” Qiuyue shook her head.

Chu Chunqiu nodded earnestly. “Yes, Master, I’ve heard that this thing is poisonous and will kill you if you eat it.”

“Don’t worry, this snake isn’t venomous,” Jiang Li said casually.

As a traveler from another world, he’d seen a few episodes of Bear Grylls. Remove the head and it’s safe to eat—the protein content is six times that of beef!

No matter what kind of venomous snake it was, as long as the head was chopped off, they could just gnaw on the meat.

Though they had no seasonings, the natural flavor of the snake meat was fully brought out. The potatoes were roasted to a fragrant crisp, albeit a bit dry and choking.

Of course, it might also be because they had been starving all day. Either way, the meal was quite satisfying. The others were likely out searching for food and hadn’t been discovered.

After the meal, the three gathered some dry grass to make do for the night’s rest.

Early the next morning, before dawn, the three rose early.

They first tended to the fire to keep it burning, while Jiang Li found three sharpened sticks—one for each of them.

“Let’s head toward the sea and try our luck for some seafood in the early morning tide.”

When they arrived, seven or eight people were already busy along the shore. Stranded in this place, survival without effort was impossible.

Faced with this scene, Jiang Li merely smiled.

Living by the sea, one must eat from the sea—that was true enough.

But why then did so many disaster victims starve to death in ancient times? Wouldn’t it be better to just pick seafood from the shore?

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