Chapter 4 The disappearance of trees

　　['Stone Slab']

A thought flashed through Yang Bo's mind, and the stone slab in his backpack appeared in his hand, only about ten centimeters in size. Aligning it with the gap on the ground, a shadowy image of a stone slab appeared on the ground.

'Place.'

The stone slab in his hand immediately disappeared and appeared in its original position. If he hadn't placed it himself, he wouldn't have believed that the stone slab had been removed.

'Oh right, first go find a way to get some wood!'

There's always a saying in my world, that is, if you want to be rich, you must first gather wood. Wood is the beginning of survival. Without wood to make a workbench, you can't even make a wooden pickaxe in normal survival.

He looked up to check the time, but the tall buildings on both sides of the alley completely blocked out the sun.

'It should be around 10 am. Let's go find a park nearby first. I remember there's a Central Park in Manhattan, New York.'

Central Park is located between the Upper East Side and the Upper West Side. It is the largest park in Manhattan, covering nearly 315 hectares. Surrounded by high-rise buildings, its status in the United States is irreplaceable, similar to the status of the Forbidden City and the Great Wall in the hearts of the Chinese people.

After asking a few enthusiastic residents, Yang Bo arrived at this familiar yet unfamiliar Central Park. He said it was familiar because he had played a game called Prototype on his computer before, and its map was based on Manhattan, so it's not surprising that the symbolic Central Park is here.

However, the area of the Central Park in reality is not comparable to that in the game at all. Yang Bo walked into the Central Park through the crosswalk, and the dense trees were in sharp contrast with the grass in full of green and the modern steel jungle behind him.

Yang Bo looked at the Central Park in front of him, and now he had only one thought in his mind!

'I'll just live in this park from now on!!'

There were a lot of people in the park, not only locals, but also many tourists who came here especially. Yang Bo looked into the distance at the dense jungle, found his target, and walked straight towards it. When he arrived, he found that there were not many fewer tourists in the forest than on the grass.

'Ah, it's so difficult to even cut down a tree. It would be great if I could teleport to a rural area!'

Yang Bo sat on a chair placed in Central Park, waiting for the right moment to act. Now, the chicken leg representing his hunger value had disappeared by three, but as long as he didn't move, his hunger value wouldn't decrease.

He touched his pocket and took out all the items he had, three one-yuan RMB notes, a box of Baijiang cigarettes, and a regular lighter. Besides these, he had nothing else on him.

He opened the cigarette box, counted that there were eight cigarettes left, took one out, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep puff, relaxing his tense nerves.

'Let's just go with the flow. I don't know if my sudden disappearance would scare my brother!'

Time passed by minute by minute, and Yang Bo kept blowing the breeze in the chair. There were an endless stream of tourists around, but he had nowhere else to go, so he was very patient. Until the sky gradually darkened and he saw the beautiful sunset glow in the sky, he stood up from the chair. After activating the datafication, even after sitting for several hours, he didn't feel any discomfort.

"Finally, the people are gone!"

This time is the time to eat. There are a lot fewer tourists in Central Park. Although there are some, it is much better than during the day. At least there are not many tourists in this gloomy forest.

He dived into the forest and came to a big tree. The tree was very thick, about the size of two people hugging. If it was too thin, Yang Tao worried that he wouldn't be able to knock down the wooden board.

Dong dong dong...

He reached out and knocked on the tree trunk, without any pain, as if his hands were hitting a cotton sandbag. Compared to the decorative stone slab, the crack on the tree trunk was obviously much slower.

With a bang, the entire tree in front of him suddenly turned into fist-sized brown cubes, falling to the ground and spinning continuously.

Yang Bo, who was about to dodge, looked at the cubes on the ground in surprise, and quickly walked over to collect all the cubes into his backpack.

"Is this one-click tree cutting?"

Originally, he had already made two preparations. One was that a section of the tree trunk was knocked down, and the upper part was suspended in mid-air. The second was that even if a section of the tree was missing, under the gravitational force of Newton's laws, the tree would directly fall.

But the current situation was completely beyond his expectations, but this was even better, avoiding being noticed by others.

He opened his backpack and found that this big tree had provided him with 23 pieces of wood and four oak tree saplings. Without hesitation, he picked up the wood and placed it in the synthesis column in his backpack. One piece of wood could be decomposed into four wooden boards, and he used four wooden boards to create the core workbench in my world in his backpack.

He glanced around and found no one, then placed the workbench on the ground. The workbench was light brown overall, with a pair of pliers hanging on the side. Compared to the texture in the game, these pliers were much more three-dimensional, but there was no way to take them off.

And on the top of the workbench, there was a three-by-three synthesis column. Yang Bo took advantage of the fact that no one was around and activated the operation interface of the workbench with his mind.

The operation interface was the same as the grid of the workbench, a three-by-three window. And to his surprise, there was also a green book on the side of the synthesis window.

"There's even a synthesis table. I thought it was a low version without a backpack. Since there's a synthesis table, it's much more convenient!"

Yang Bo had already deeply engraved the original synthesis table in his mind, and even remembered some commonly used items in some mods, but for some less common things, he wasn't sure.

"Wait... How do you make a cake again?"

He took out three pieces of wood and two wooden sticks, synthesized a wooden pickaxe, and then started to hit the workbench with his hand. As the cracks on it increased, a crisp sound rang out, and the workbench turned into a mini form and was sucked into his backpack.

"Find a place to dig underground first and see if I can find some cobblestones. If not, then I'll have to find a way to leave Manhattan!"

Manhattan was an island, and although there was a bridge connecting to the mainland, it would be troublesome if he encountered the police. Before solving the identity problem, it was best for him to stay in Central Park.

Digging the grass with his bare hands was very fast. After only seven or eight strokes, a passage leading underground appeared on the ground. Yang Bo jumped in and took out a soil block to block the top.

Instantly, the surroundings were plunged into darkness. With a click, Yang Bo took out a lighter to illuminate the surroundings, and a thought involuntarily popped into his mind.

"Those who are buried vertically by their predecessors will surely be great in the future!"']]