Forest Survival: From Logging to Login - Chapter 32

Not only did peaches take longer to grow, they also matured much later than normal plants.

Of course, Ed had an exception. He had been blessed with the gold-quality soil, which was something that others could not even fathom existed.

He believed that it would not be long before he was harvesting a batch of sweet peaches.

Ed filled up some water before continuing to pour some on the corn fields and the apple tree as well. They were all his treasures, after all, so he could not treat them unfairly.

From a distance, his place now resembled a small manor. All he was missing was the wooden house. Most of the other necessities were already there.

“It’s time to get a bed.”

Ed could clearly feel that the temperature had dropped a lot recently. He didn’t want to sleep on the ground like he had always done before, which could easily cause him to catch a cold in these conditions. Although his current physique should be able to allow him to completely resist these common diseases, it was always good to be careful.

After collecting some corn stalks he had gathered from the field before, he went over to the open space, picking up a number of dry leaves. After he had everything he needed, he started preparing.

Ed first covered the ground with a layer of leaves. After he had stacked them to a certain thickness, he placed some of the corn stalks over the top of the leaves. Then, he covered the top of the corn stalk with a second layer of thick leaves. This would allow him a bit more comfort as he slept. After all, the corn stalks were hard.

The final step was to cover it up with the tiger skin that he had obtained previously. The fur of the wild beast was still quite warm.

A simple bed was completed just like that.

Obviously, it was not quite as comfortable as regular beds. However, it was already a luxury in this apocalyptic world.

A small fire was lit beside the bed. This would provide him with a trace of warmth in the cold nights.

Little Treasure ran out of nowhere before hopping up on the bed, jumping up and down. It was clearly very satisfied with the bed.

Ed decided to go to bed earlier today. After his routine patrol, he held Little Treasure in his arms and proceeded to wrap it in the warm tiger skin before falling asleep himself.

He had to conserve his energy. There was a battle to fight tomorrow, and he couldn’t make any mistakes.

Squeak squeak!

In his sleep, Ed vaguely felt something licking his cheek.

Opening his eyes, he found Little Treasure seemingly trying to wash his face.

He snapped awake. He had slept for the longest time, the bed had been too comfortable. He got up and made breakfast.

He had eaten fish all day yesterday, so naturally, he didn’t feel like preparing grilled fish again.

Taking out some corn and apples, he shared a meal with Little Treasure. He preferred to eat these foods that contained rich nutrients in the morning.

He had initially wanted to eat some chicken, but after thinking about it, he decided to forgo it and wait until he came back in the evening to have a proper celebration.

If he ate too much now, he would be sluggish later in the day.

Moreover, under the blessings of the gold-quality soil, the fruits from his crops were much bigger than usual, filling him after only eating one or two of them.

“Let’s go, Little Treasure.” Ed put the little squirrel on his shoulder. He needed it to lead the way.

He would be doing something big today.

That’s right, he was going to settle the score with those tigers!

Squeak squeak!

Little Treasure squeaked twice before jumping on the ground and sniffing around with its tiny nose.

It was already looking for the route to the lake. Since it had a very sensitive sense of smell, it was wise to allow it to lead the way.

Ed did not cut down any trees on the way, worried about making too much noise. If the tigers heard the commotion, the situation could become dangerous.

An hour soon passed.

Little Treasure, who was walking in front, stopped before pointing ahead.

Ed understood what it meant. They had arrived at their destination.

He carefully peeled open the dense grass. As expected, the tigers were still there. Some were lounging under the shade of some trees, resting, while others drank water at the edge of the lake or attempted to catch fish in the water with their claws. There was one tiger missing, however. The one that was killed by Ed. The rest of the tigers here seemed to have a clear division of labor.

Patter.

A tiger standing on the edge of the lake slapped a fish under its feet. The fish fluttered about a few times before giving out.

Ed, who was hiding in the bushes, could not stop his mouth from gaping as he watched on.

A tiger fishing?

What kind of situation was this?

He swore that he had never seen a tiger fishing before, this was the first time.

It seemed that in this forest, not only human survivors, but also individual animals had to adapt to survive.

Even tigers had been forced to fish.

“No.”

Ed was prepared to stop this. If he were to lay claim to this lake and everything in it, how could he share them with this group of tigers? He would not stand for it.

He still didn’t know how many fish there were in the lake. If they had all been eaten by this group of tigers, it would definitely be a huge loss of wealth.

“Little Treasure, you can begin,” Ed said to the squirrel that was perched on his shoulder.

Little Treasure didn’t make any sound, only nodding in agreement.

With a thought, a peach materialized in Ed’s hand. He carefully broke it into two halves, attentively making sure not to make any noise.

Little Treasure took half of the peach and gulped it down. It then quickly disappeared from Ed’s sight.

One of the tigers had gone back under the shade of a tree with a fish in its mouth, and started eating.

The taste was really good!

Xiu! Pa!

A small stone whizzed through the air before accurately hitting its face, and the fish in its mouth fell to the ground.

Roar!

The tiger roared and jerked up, looking in the direction the stone had come from.

It’s you again!

It saw a familiar figure.

A small squirrel stood on the tree trunk, mischievously holding a stone in its hand.

It was Little Treasure.

The memories of the last time it had appeared swelled up in the tiger’s mind.

At this moment, Little Treasure had also caught the attention of the rest of the group.

It was this squirrel again!

The tigers had obviously become smarter. They gathered round, discussing for a while.

In the end, they decided to leave one tiger to guard the lake while the rest hunted down this reckless little squirrel.

Tigers were also naturally smart animals. After suffering a loss the last time, they wouldn’t fall for the same trick again.

Roar!

A few of the tigers let out a ferocious roar at the same time.

One stayed behind, standing guard as the rest went to chase after Little Treasure.

“They’re quite smart,” Ed muttered.