Wen Mingsong and Bi Rou returned carrying firewood, their faces covered in ash. It was the first time these usually glamorous celebrities had ever looked so disheveled, but they were also happy.

Bi Rou: "Teacher Jiang, we're back."

Wen Mingsong: "Is there anything else we can do to help?"

The fans are relieved.

[Not bad, even Best Actor Wen can see the living.]

My daughter has one too!

"Hmm." Jiang Si didn't turn her head. "You guys start the fire." After two seconds, she said to Bi Rou, "Teacher Bi, come and wash these bamboo shoots."

"Okay." Bi Rou asked worriedly, "Brother Song, are you sure you can handle it?"

Wen Mingsong, who was questioned again, patted his chest and said, "The Discipline Group did give us tinder."

Seeing his confident assertion, Bi Rou walked towards Jiang Si, her eyes lighting up: "Wow, you dug up so much?"

This pile is like a small mountain; they might not be able to finish it all.

"Not many, six people."

The PD who was filming almost cried with gratitude when he heard this. He thanked Jiang Si, otherwise they would have had to eat compressed biscuits for two days.

They carried their own packs, which contained essential survival supplies.

[I'm so upset, Jiang Si actually still remembers the PD!]

[This place is awful; I might not even be able to get enough to eat.]

[Preparing food for six people, so virtuous, can I marry Jiang Si?]

"Go wash this, I'm going to catch some fish." After finishing with the bamboo shoots, Jiang Si picked up a thinner bamboo stalk and walked towards the stream.

"Oh, there's fish too?" She thought she'd be lucky to get a couple of bites of fresh bamboo shoots.

Bi Rou carried him to the shore in two trips.

I don't know how deep the stream is, but it flows quite fast, churning up white sprays of water, and a refreshing coolness washes over you.

"Can we catch them? We can't even see them." Bi Rou was a little worried.

It is naturally invisible to ordinary people, but Jiang Si can observe qi. Fish are living creatures and naturally have their own qi.

"It depends on luck," Jiang Si said casually.

She stood by the water, staring at the surface, and when the opportunity arose, she threw a sharp bamboo spear and caught a fish. When she pulled it up, it was still lively, wagging its tail twice.

The silverfish shimmered in the sunlight.

Judging by its appearance, it should weigh two or three pounds.

Bi Rou swallowed.

Waaah, just what kind of person is Teacher Jiang?