But the stick was too long, and she wasn't building a tent, so she could just break it in half.
He took out the axe, estimated that the length was about the same, and chopped it down with one axe.
For now, I cut five, that is, ten one-meter-long sticks.
Her cloud island is 4 meters long and 2 meters wide. If one is installed every one meter, 10 poles are needed just for the two sides.
Use your butt to move to the edge of the Cloud Island and insert the wooden stick into the ground of the Cloud Island.
The soft ground was full of cracks, like cotton, and it was easy to insert it.
After inserting it about 30 cm, Anran sprayed styling gel on the roots.
This thing is worthy of the word "extreme speed". It solidified in less than a second after being sprayed.
An Ran kicked it with her foot and found it was very strong, but if she kicked it with too much force, the part that was not sprayed with gel would crack a little.
An Ran was so scared that she dared not act rashly.
A stick is inserted every one meter. Although there is no railing in the middle, it is better than having nothing at all.
There are five sticks left, and a total of 6 sticks are needed for a 2-meter width.
Finally, there were two wooden sticks left, so Anran glued them together to use as beams.
Glue it closer to the top to fit the 4-meter-long side.
The beams have not been installed in the remaining three directions.
Time flies when you are busy, and it is already past five in the evening.
Anran opened the weather forecast and took a look. The temperature had dropped to five degrees. She didn't know if it would continue to drop after dark, but it was very cold now.
She tightened her clothes and crawled into the tent. Although the wind from outside could not get in, the wind could still come in from the ground.
An Ran shook the gel in her hand. There was still half a bottle left. She gritted her teeth and sprayed it on the ground in the tent.
She originally wanted to save it for a guardrail, but she didn't have many warm clothes. If she froze to death at night, not to mention the guardrail, everything would be over.
The bottle of gel was large and durable, and there was still some left after spraying the entire floor of the tent, which was just enough for her to spray the area covered by the plastic sheet.
The wind from below immediately died down.
There was no wind and the tent finally became warm.
There was no fire, so Anran ate steamed buns with cold water.
He folded the quilt in half and laid it on the moisture-proof mat, then crawled in with his clothes on.
There was no water to wash her face or feet, so she had no choice but to crawl in like that.
Cover the edges of the quilt, roll it into a tube, and bury your head in it.
The quilt was cold, so Anran curled up and let her body temperature warm the quilt little by little.
It was pitch black outside, without a single source of light. Even though we were high in the sky, there wasn't a single star.
And this is 3,000 meters above sea level, and I didn't experience any altitude sickness, lack of oxygen, dizziness, etc...
I was lost in thought and fell asleep before I knew it.
Suddenly waking up in the middle of the night, she sensed a large number of clouds floating towards her, slowly and unhurriedly, just like looking at the scenery.
But when I opened my eyes, it was pitch black and I couldn't even see my five fingers clearly.
It’s so dark and there’s no lighting, how can we salvage it?
You won't fall down if you take a single misstep.
Although An Ran thought so, she still groped for the fishing net, lifted the plastic sheet and moved out according to her memory.
I didn't dare to stand up during the day, and I was even more afraid to commit suicide in the dark at night.
She moved forward slowly, tapping the ground with the net bit by bit, testing the distance to the boundary.
The scoop net was about one and a half meters long. When the head of the net was empty, she groped forward a little, but did not dare to move any further.
It was too dark and she was afraid of death.
In her perception, the clouds at night not only move slowly, but also float above the Cloud Island, openly tempting you to salvage them, and they are in no hurry to leave.
Anran stood up from half-kneeling position and tentatively stretched the net above her head.
I couldn't see it, but I could feel that she had indeed caught it.
Carefully placed it on the cloud island, and then fished out another one.
After working for half an hour, Yuntuan finally left leisurely, and Anran also fished out about a dozen things.
She went online fifteen times, but there wasn't always anything she could find.
It was too dark to see clearly what was there. Anran scraped the things on the ground, gathered them in her arms, and tentatively returned to the tent with a scoop net.
It wasn't until I got back to the tent that I breathed a sigh of relief and felt safe.
When she sprayed the ground, she also sprayed some on the tent poles, so the poles stuck firmly to the ground and were not afraid of being blown away by the wind.
When she got inside, she found that her whole body was frozen and her hands were so cold that she could hardly feel them.
I turned on the weather forecast and it was minus 5 degrees Celsius.
No wonder it was so cold. She was wearing a loose fleece jacket and empty pajamas. It would be strange if she wasn't cold.
After putting my things in place, I groped my way into the quilt, shivered for a long time, and then fell into a deep sleep, feeling hungry and cold.
Early in the morning, Anran was frozen and could not fall asleep. She sat up wrapped in the quilt, moving her hands and feet constantly and breathing on them to warm them.
[At 2,999 meters, 4:50 AM, sunny, windy, -8 degrees Celsius, cold, please wrap up warm.]
She knew the cold, but she had nothing more to keep her warm.
There wasn't even any firewood to burn, not even a flame.
She didn't feel much when the Cloud Island dropped one meter. The shaking was probably no different from that caused by the wind.
An Ran trembled and looked at the supplies she had salvaged last night, hoping to find something that could be burned inside.
Unfortunately there wasn't any, only four bottles of styling gel and three bundles of sticks, as well as two bottles of water and a packet of instant noodles.
An Ran suddenly remembered that she had a lighter, and wondered if she could chop up these sticks and use them as firewood.
Holding an axe, An Ran first split a stick into several pieces, then stood it up and cut it into several thin pieces.
Cut the wooden stick into three sections, make a tripod with strips of sun-proof clothing, and hang the small iron basin on the tripod.
Pile sticks at the bottom, pile the fine sawdust from chopping wood on top, and light it with a sun-protective jacket.
There was no wind in the tent, so it caught fire easily.
The flames licked the bottom of the iron basin. An Ran poured half a bottle of water into it, added a small amount of instant noodle seasoning, and boiled half of the instant noodles in the water.
I ate half of the steamed bun with the hot soup, and my stomach finally warmed up completely.
With hot food in my stomach, my body warmed up, and at least my hands were no longer stiff.
She was still wearing sandals and couldn't keep warm even under the blanket.
Since no cloud came over in the morning, Anran continued to stay in the quilt and casually opened the chat panel.
The number of people in the lower left corner of the chat area changed from 30,000 to 1 person. I don’t know if they froze to death last night or for some other reason.
Around seven o'clock, the sun rose, shining with orange light, but at this temperature, even with the sun it was not necessarily warmer.
It was not until after eight o'clock that the sunlight began to shine normally, shining on the plastic sheet and making it warm inside.
Anran breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like she was alive again.
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