Because Lucy had been poisoned, only Ethan continued digging for Dioscorea esculenta by himself. He’d had experience exploring, had once gone hungry and thirsty when lost, had dug up roots to eat. You could say he’d experienced all types of survival in the jungle, so digging up tubers was no challenge for him.
Moreover, Ethan had his stone spear; as long as he was careful not to break the tubers while digging, and tied them together with vines from the middle, he could easily carry them out.
After a little more than an hour, Ethan had dug up over thirty Dioscorea esculenta tubers, each almost as long as a handspan, fairly plump, thicker than three adult fingers. That counted as a decent harvest. The others out there might each eat five or six tubers, but as he figured, city people wouldn
