At this moment, while happily digging up fireweed roots, Chen Wen was unaware that his home had almost been robbed.
"Goodness, almost two pounds of fireweed roots!"
Glancing at the dwindling supply of fireweed roots, Chen Wen stopped digging.
He displayed his harvest in front of the camera: "At least two pounds!"
"Fireweed is a clumping plant; it grows in patches. We can dig up about 80%, and what's left will regrow next year, ensuring these fireweeds don't disappear."
Don't exhaust the resources, but develop sustainably.
This concept has run through Chen Wen's survival strategy.
"Let's go, let's go, this time we hit the jackpot!"
Chen Wen said cheerfully, packing the fireweed roots into his hat.
On the way back, Chen Wen's steps were light and brisk.
But this excitement and relaxed mood didn't even last an hour before vanishing completely.
"Humans! Humans!"
Just as Chen Wen was returning to the shelter.
Overhead, an anxious cry from Eagle echoed.
