◎Happy 107th Day: Destiny is in my hands.JPG◎
Ever since Jiang Muyun used the bell to convey the news of moving the rabbit's nest, the few people seemed to have discovered a new hobby, ringing the bell to chat whenever they had time.
News travels very slowly, but what they fear least now is wasting time. A simple chat can while away an entire afternoon, leaving them no time to think about the dust storm outside that is blocking out the sun.
The topics of conversation were not random nonsense, but logical and well-founded analyses of how to better care for crops and animals in this situation, how to restore the mountain environment after the sandstorm, what else needed to be done but had not been done, when it could be done, and so on.
It is not so much a casual chat as it is a way of taking advantage of this free time to make some short-term plans for their future.
The animals are all fine. The cubs at home have passed their infancy and are now more resilient than each other. The main thing is crops.
Crops need sufficient sunlight, but they can't afford 24-hour lighting. Manually turning the lights on and off every day is too risky. They can only wait for the water to be added every ten days to let the crops see some sunlight, barely maintaining a semblance of life.
As for how this batch of plants will grow, that's up to fate.
We can't expect people to grow healthy and bear fruit in this dark environment.
Jiang Muyun spent another half an hour sending a message to everyone who was worried about the harvest of these crops.
"We as parents can help raise them, and the children can help grow up. They are natural blood relatives."
Wang Qingqing bravely let out a series of "Hahahaha". Jiang Muyun probably didn't even need to count after that. Just by hearing the frequency, he knew how much she was laughing.
The message "Hahahaha" is easy and quick to transmit, and it quickly became everyone's new favorite. People would laugh a few times when clearing the sand and reporting safety.
No matter whether this makes sense or not, it is always better to live with a smile than with a sad face.
Inspired by the Haha Cult, Jiang Muyun would search for little jokes every day and slowly piece them together for everyone to see when he had nothing to do.
I don't know if it's because everyone's life is too boring and it's been too long since we've seen a joke, or if there's some special bonus to these jokes where everyone spells out one pinyin at a time, taking an average of half an hour to complete a sentence.
In short, no matter whether it was a joke carefully selected by Jiang Muyun or a joke made up by others, it always received a lot of praise, and the 4221 frequency ringtone representing the sound of "haha" kept ringing.
Even a joke like "Pikachu turns into a Pikachu soldier when he stands up" can make 4221 laugh for a long time.
This time, everyone didn't have any psychological problems, it was just that they relaxed too much mentally, so something went wrong physically.
When it was Wu Xingyue and Zhou Ying's turn to go out and add water to the crops, Wu Xingyue didn't pay attention halfway and slipped and fell. The mask on his head was caught by a bush on the side of the road.
Under the influence of inertia, the mask fell off, and Wu Xingyue was caught off guard and inhaled sand in her mouth and nose.
Even though the density of sand and dust in the air was too high, causing the wind felt by everyone to be strong and dull, and it did not seem as sharp and terrifying as the wind during previous rainstorms, that was only a feeling.
It’s easy to imagine how terrible the wind is now, as it can stir up such a huge sandstorm.
Wu Xingyue felt that after the mask fell off, the dust from all directions seemed to have their own life, trying hard to get into her body.
From the nose, mouth, and even from the ears and eyes.
She couldn't breathe.
The lack of oxygen made her dizzy and her hands and feet weak. It was only a moment. Wu Xingyue covered her mouth and nose in vain out of her survival instinct, trying to squeeze out the last bit of strength to vomit out the sand in her throat.
In Wu Xingyue's consciousness, she had exerted so much force that she was about to vomit out her heart, liver, spleen, and lungs, but in Zhou Ying's eyes, she just flushed, covered her mouth and nose weakly, and let out a few hoarse moans from her throat.
In the darkness, Wu Xingyue only felt the dense and ubiquitous dust rushing towards her, and she didn't even know where to escape.
It felt like someone was calling her name, but all she could hear was a sharp and distant buzzing sound.
She didn't even know if the voice calling her was an illusion during her near-death experience.
In a trance, the mask was put back on her face.
The wind and sand blowing in her face were blocked out. Wu Xingyue tried hard to open her eyes, but there was only darkness in front of her.
She seemed to be lifted up by someone.
Jiang Muyun rushed over after hearing Zhou Ying's cell phone alarm.
In order to better hide the existence of the space, Jiang Muyun chose a cave that was at the very edge of their residence. Chu Buwen, who was closest to her, was separated from here by a distance.
As luck would have it, Wu Xingyue fell at the very edge of their residential area, with no village in front and no shop behind. It was some distance away from their residential area and the crop planting area.
Zhou Ying knew that she had to find a place that was not affected by wind and sand as soon as possible so that Wu Xingyue could spit out the sand and dust that was blocking her respiratory tract.
The ropes tied around their waists were connected in the direction of their homes, which was quite a distance away from where they were.
This distance is nothing under normal circumstances, but considering Wu Xingyue's current condition, by the time she carried Wu Xingyue home, she would probably have died.
Zhou Ying could only find a way to look for it nearby.
But with the current visibility, if she deviated even slightly from the path they had built, she would immediately lose her way and wouldn't even be able to tell where she was, let alone take Wu Xingyue to find another cave.
Zhou Ying could only jog along the path with Wu Xingyue on his back.
There was not a single redundant road they built in the mountains. The end of each road was either their own home or the homes of the animals and plants, or a place to store water and ice.
No matter where you are, you can always find a place to shelter from the wind and sand, which is better than staying here and waiting to die.
Zhou Ying carried Wu Xingyue on her back and set off stumbling in the wind and sand when the alarm on their cell phones that they had set to go off every ten minutes happened to ring.
Zhou Ying had no time to pay attention to the alarm clock, and at the same time she was hoping that someone would hear the alarm clock and come out to show them the way.
The first one to hear the noise was Xiaobai.
It was originally lying on a piece of ice, licking the ice can from time to time to cool itself down, when suddenly it heard a strange sound.
Xiaobai's ears stood up, and then he stood up and rushed to Jiang Muyun. Before Jiang Muyun, who was caught off guard and almost vomited his soul under his pressure, could say anything, Xiaobai grabbed Jiang Muyun's trouser leg and dragged him to the door.
Jiang Muyun's hearing was far inferior to that of a mutant dog like Xiaobai. She didn't hear the ringing outside at all, but she knew that Xiaobai would not play a prank at this time.
Seeing Xiaobai's anxious look, Jiang Muyun stuffed the sofa under him back into the space. Then, without any hesitation, he quickly put on protective clothing and mask and went out.
Without the barrier of the door, Jiang Muyun could hear the faint sound of the cell phone alarm coming from the wind without Xiaobai's reminder.
Someone is in danger!
Jiang Muyun turned on the headlight, untied one end of the rope that had been hanging on the door handle and tied it around himself, then walked towards the direction where the sound came from.
Zhou Ying no longer cared about whether he would fall if he ran too fast.
Because she could clearly feel that the movement on her back was gradually disappearing.
At first, Wu Xingyue was still struggling hard. Whether it was the sound coming out of her throat or the occasional twitching of her hands and feet, it proved that the person on her back was still alive.
But now, the movement behind her was almost disappearing.
Zhou Ying's mind was blank, and the only thing left to do was to continue running along the path.
She lowered her head and rushed forward, letting the headlamp illuminate the road under her feet.
As long as she ran to the end of the road, Wu Xingyue would be saved.
It was not until she bumped into Jiang Muyun, who came looking for her following the sound, and then fell straight to the ground and was unable to get up for a long time that Zhou Ying realized how scared she was. She was so scared that her hands and feet were shaking uncontrollably. After falling, she couldn't even keep her balance in the wind and sand and stand up again.
Wu Xingyue was now motionless, which was much worse than her frantic struggle.
Jiang Muyun didn't care about anything else. She directly pushed Zhou Ying away, then bent down and picked up Wu Xingyue with both hands. At the same time, she made sure that Wu Xingyue remained in a lying position with her head tilted back as much as possible to keep her airway open.
According to Jiang Muyun's experience, the rescue method for people who choke on sand in this kind of sandstorm is basically the same as the rescue method for people who drown.
While the person is still conscious, it is useful to use various vomiting methods to help clear the debris blocking the respiratory tract.
But now Wu Xingyue is already unconscious, and using the method of inducing vomiting by lying on her back will probably aggravate her hypoxia and send her to death.
The best way is to have the person lie horizontally on their back, clear out any debris from the mouth, press the forehead and lift the jaw to open the airway, and then perform artificial respiration.
But it was obvious that they were in the middle of a sandstorm, and giving her first aid now would be like trying to save a drowning person underwater.
Jiang Muyun could only take the risk to pick the person up, keep her body as horizontal as possible, and then perform first aid after returning to a safe place.
Wu Xingyue was a skinny little girl, weighing no more than 70 or 80 kilograms, but even so, it was not easy for Jiang Muyun to jog with her in his arms.
After falling twice, Zhou Ying got up and followed Jiang Muyun, panting all the way. When he saw the door of Jiang Muyun's house, he rushed up and opened the door for her without her reminding.
Fortunately, Jiang Muyun was usually cautious enough. She would always put away things that shouldn't be in the house after use. Whenever she left home for even a minute, she would clean up the house. Only then could she feel at ease and boldly bring Wu Xingyue and Zhou Ying back.
Jiang Muyun directly placed Wu Xingyue on the flat open space where she originally used to place the sofa and floating house.
Frankly speaking, for the same weight, the feeling of weight will be completely different when carried, backed, shouldered or hugged in different postures.
With Jiang Muyun's physical strength, if she had walked such a distance carrying Wu Xingyue on her back, she would definitely not be blushing or out of breath.
But she had to jog back in a princess-carrying position, and try her best to keep Wu Xingyue's head and feet at the same level. Even though Jiang Muyun prided herself on her physical strength, her arms were a little weak at this moment.
Fortunately, such a short distance was enough for Zhou Ying to calm down.
As soon as Wu Xingyue was put on the ground by Jiang Muyun, Zhou Ying pulled off her mask and pinched her jaw to clear the debris in her mouth. From artificial respiration to chest compressions, he followed the standard first aid methods taught by Qin Shiwu.
Zhou Ying had never been so grateful that they had chosen to act together with Jiang Muyun and others.
From the time they met until now, they have been together for nearly ten years, and have shared life and death countless times. To her, Wu Xingyue and the others are no longer just roommates and companions.
To Zhou Ying, the three of them were her true family, closer than even her blood relatives.
Jiang Muyun swung his arms, patted Zhou Ying's shoulder and said, "Let me do it. Chest compressions require attention."
Only then did Zhou Ying realize that his hands were still shaking.
She knew that this was not the time to act emotionally, so after hearing Jiang Muyun's words, she immediately stepped aside and rubbed her numb arms hard, trying to regain consciousness as soon as possible. Fortunately, Jiang Muyun took over with her after he was tired.
Wu Xingyue regained consciousness and opened her eyelids slightly. The first thing she saw was Zhou Ying, whose face was pale and tears were streaming down his face.
She blinked her sore eyes and was about to speak when Jiang Muyun pressed her chest hard.
"Ugh—" In Wu Xingyue's mind, she should be moaning in pain and beauty at this moment, accurately expressing the message that she has woken up and no longer needs emergency treatment.
However, when she spoke, Jiang Muyun stopped moving his hands, as if he had startled Zhou Ying.
Zhou Ying, who had just had his eyes blank, came over immediately and punched her chest which was hurting from being pressed.
"You're kissing people every day and night to absorb bad luck, right? How come you always encounter such stupid bad luck?" Zhou Ying was still not satisfied and punched Bang Bang a few more times.
Wu Xingyue, who had just been so moved by Zhou Ying's tears that she wanted to recite a poem on the spot, was immediately stunned.
"What are you doing?" Wu Xingyue felt aggrieved.
But maybe it was because the sand in her throat hadn't been cleared yet, but the tone of her voice was so strange.
Jiang Muyun handed her a glass of water with a look of pity in his eyes. "Don't talk for now. You're screaming like a goose being grabbed by the neck and about to be put into a pot."
Wu Xingyue felt unwell.
She was on the verge of death! What's going on with you two?
Shouldn't I cry with her now and give her loving care?
What is this big goose that is about to be put into the pot?
Wu Xingyue's joy at surviving the disaster disappeared.
She felt so wronged that tears were welling up in her stomach.
Wu Xingyue returned home with tears in her eyes, and immediately used the rope bell as a circle of friends, sending a message to the group: "Destiny is in my hands.JPG".
The "." in the middle is expressed by leaving a space before and after, and then letting the bell ring for a short while.
At first, a few people were wondering what this meant, but when the "JPG" appeared at the end, these former internet addicts instantly understood.
Afterwards, several people came up with all kinds of new tricks with the rope bells they used to transmit information.
The previous text chats are nothing anymore.
Now, when they have nothing to do every day, they post on WeChat Moments within the local area network covered by the rope bell.
Things like "I want to catch rabbits secretly to eat in the dark", "Sandstorm PLOG, I cleared out ten bags of sand today", etc. After a message is posted, others will like and leave comments.
Pull once to like, pull twice to leave a message, and then the content of the message will be passed on. It is arranged in an orderly manner.
Zhao Jiahao, who appointed himself the manager of the software development department, also said he wanted to create a forwarding function, but it was ultimately rejected as too troublesome.
Jiang Muyun seemed to have returned to the days when he stayed at home during the winter and summer vacations. He was lazy every day and didn't want to go out. The only social interaction was lying on the bed with his mobile phone chatting with classmates and friends. Every time he chatted, it would get dark, and then unknowingly... it was time to finish homework before school started.
The air has been too dry these days, so Jiang Muyun didn't live in the floating house. He just put a lot of ice cubes in the cave. It can cool down and increase the humidity at the same time, which is more comfortable than using air conditioning.
The place where the floating house was originally placed became the big sofa in her house.
Jiang Muyun skillfully nestled into the sofa, counting the number of rings and reading messages while sipping orange juice. He didn't even want to watch the TV series and focused on watching the group chat.
The winter and summer vacations in her memory were so far away from her that she couldn't even remember who were the people with whom she could chat for the whole day.
For others, it might have been just a few months since they last saw each other.
But for Jiang Muyun, they had not been in contact for more than ten years.
No matter how good the relationship between high school classmates is, they have only known each other for three years. The emotional foundation between Jiang Muyun and them cannot be compared with that between Qin Shiwen and Qin Shiwu who grew up together, and the memories of high school life have long been vague.
When Jiang Muyun was reborn and saw a high school classmate sending her a message, she had to look through the chat history for a long time before she could remember who the other person was and what kind of interactions they had, and then she could barely respond with a few words.
Later, she simply used excuses like "busy" or "something" to quickly end the conversation, so as to avoid people suspecting that she had lost her memory.
We didn't talk much the whole afternoon and it was soon time for dinner.
Jiang Muyun has had plenty of time and energy recently. She prepares every meal by carefully studying the recipes. She even cuts the meat, marinates it and skewers it herself. Even though the taste is not as good as the semi-finished products sold by others, she still enjoys eating it.
The problem is that the air circulation in the cave is poor. Every time I eat something with a strong odor, it takes a long time to dissipate, and even deodorizers can't remove it completely.
Fortunately, she had the space in her hand. When cooking, she could stuff all the things in the cave into the space. After the smell dissipated and the house was cleaned, she would take the things out.
Otherwise, with Jiang Muyun's way of doing things, her pillows and quilt would probably be pickled with the smell of oil and smoke.
After Jiang Muyun finished eating a meal of homemade Northeastern large rice noodles, he put the things he had moved into the space back to their original places and replaced them with a new batch of ice cubes.
It's quite outrageous to say.
With the current density of sand and dust outside, Jiang Muyun and others are no different from living under a sand pile.
Not to mention the external environment, it is easy to imagine that at least the wasteland at the foot of the mountain must have become half a desert.
There is a big temperature difference between day and night in the desert, which even elementary school students know.
But now they didn't feel anything at all.
It’s not that there has always been a temperature difference. To be precise, they can no longer feel the temperature difference between day and night recently.
Not only did the temperature difference between day and night disappear, but the temperature also rose significantly.
It's the kind of rise that occurs day and night.
No matter whether it is noon or midnight, it is hot and fair.
Jiang Muyun insisted on recording the temperature every morning, noon and evening. The temperature change curve over the past week looked very much like the electrocardiogram when Jiang Muyun saw it - a straight line.
Desert regions experience large temperature swings between day and night because the sparse cloud cover prevents them from absorbing the sun's heat. Furthermore, the sand and rock have a low specific heat capacity, causing them to heat up and cool down quickly. As soon as the sun comes out, the sand absorbs heat rapidly, and once it sets, the sand and rock scatter, dispersing the heat accumulated during the day and causing the temperature to drop rapidly.
This is just like "there will be no floods at temperatures dozens of degrees below zero". It is the most basic law of nature, and no matter how bad the Blue Planet's temper is, it cannot change it.
But now, they are clearly in the middle of a sandstorm with an astonishing density of dust in the air, but the temperature difference between day and night is gradually shrinking until it disappears completely.
Jiang Muyun didn't even need to guess to know what changes had taken place in the outside world.
The night disappeared.
The sun is high in the sky, and there is no distinction between day and night, so there is naturally no question of "temperature difference between day and night".
Under normal circumstances, there is nothing to worry about during the polar day compared to the polar night.
They already have experience in regulating physiological rhythms.
The psychological impact of polar day is nothing more than the outside being too bright affecting sleep, or being exposed to light for a long time making people irritable and angry.
But this has no effect at all on people living in caves.
Anyway, the lighting in everyone's home is not good. Once the door is closed, it is pitch black. Whether there is sunshine outside has no effect on the home at all. Just live your life as usual.
It’s better than not being able to bask in the sun during the polar night.
Especially since polar day means there is sunlight outside 24 hours a day, solar power generation is extremely convenient.
For families like theirs who have a few solar panels and five or six batteries, achieving electricity freedom during the polar day is not a dream. They can even install refrigerators and air conditioners.
In the apocalypse, we can all use refrigerators and air conditioners, so why should we be so angry? Every day is like New Year's Day, and the streets and alleys are full of joy!
The bad thing is that this time, the polar day in Nanshi coincided with a sandstorm.
What would the temperature be like in a desert that is exposed to high temperatures for several months?
Jiang Muyun had not made specific measurements, but she knew that in her previous life, in any area where the polar day phenomenon had occurred, almost all the survivors would live in mountain forests with lush vegetation.
Even though people die from various poisonous insects and ferocious beasts every now and then, no one would consider moving to the ruins of a city in the desert.
The reason I ask is that I’m afraid of becoming a human skewer.
Jiang Muyun was also afraid.
They don't have to worry about turning into human skewers now. What she is afraid of is that if the sun continues to shine like this, when the sun conquers all the sand on top of their heads and the heat passes through to the bottom, they will probably become beggars stewed in the earthen kiln.
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