So Lu Wuyai gripped her hand tighter and led Anna and Song Xiaoyou to the center of the plain, where the five of them were reunited.
In the darkness, Song Xiaoyou looked at her hand being held tightly by Lu Wuyai, and a faint blush appeared on her fair cheeks.
After struggling for a moment, Song Xiaoyou withdrew his hand, and he could hear everyone talking.
"Will there be aftershocks?" Su Xi asked worriedly. The continuous earthquakes made her realize the power of earthquakes.
Lu Wuyai was trying to start a fire by rubbing sticks together, hoping to get it going before the next earthquake. However, after hearing Su Xi's words, he thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, the previous earthquake was already very strong; the aftershocks will only get stronger." "Pathetic."
As he spoke, the ground trembled slightly again, and everyone lowered their voices, both afraid and worried.
After this wave of aftershocks ended, everyone realized that the aftershocks were indeed much weaker.
Here, Lu Wuyai's flames also appeared in the dark forest, and everything around looked like demons and monsters, illuminating a terrifying scene.
"The tree has fallen."
Jin Xilu raised his head and looked around. All the large black trees had fallen to the ground. The ground had cracked open, revealing dark, damp soil beneath. There was a musty smell in the air.
"You asked me if those animals that came out of the depths of the deserted island were a sign of an earthquake," Su Xi suddenly said.
They looked at each other, realizing that it wasn't impossible.
Animals have a stronger sense of intuition than humans, and they are also better able to seek advantage and avoid harm on a deserted island.
Perhaps they sensed it before the earthquake occurred.
That night, no one could sleep. First, they were worried about aftershocks; second, they weren't sleepy at all.
As dawn broke the next day, the deserted island was bathed in the morning light. Everyone stood up and looked at the devastation before them. Many things were gone.
Su Xi mumbled, still half-asleep, "Will we be able to find our way back?"
Woof woof woof woof.
The sudden barking made everyone look at their baskets. Before they knew it, three little black dogs were barking.
Last night, the three puppies and wolf cubs miraculously escaped the initial disaster, emerging unharmed. They are among the few remaining undamaged members of the group.
Song Xiaoyou stroked the dog's head and said, "Let them find their way home."
The puppy was placed on the ground, and the three little black dogs eagerly left the land and ran off into the distance.
Although the earthquake drastically changed our way of returning, we could still vaguely find some familiar things. Led by the puppy, everyone had some confidence.
By noon, no one needed the dog to lead the way anymore, and the road ahead didn't seem unfamiliar because of the earthquake.
Lu Wuyai recalled some details and found that the closer to the edge of the deserted island, the smaller the impact of the earthquake seemed to be.
Focus on the path you're on now. Even if you didn't experience last night's earthquake, you can still notice the differences.
At two o'clock, when they saw the familiar, treacherous peak, their anxious hearts finally calmed down.
The precipitous peak was unaffected by the earthquake.
“You go to Xianfeng first, Su Xi and I will go see the cave,” Lu Wuyai quickly said.
After they parted ways, Lu Wuyai and Tang Xin went to the cave and found that the rabbit and pheasant were still there, and the fresh meat that had been buried underground was also fine.
As for the perilous peak, everything was as usual, except that all the swallows in the narrow crevices had disappeared, not a single one was missing.
That day, as night fell, everyone sat around the campfire, still feeling terrified as they recalled the earthquake of the previous night.
Song Xiaoyou rekindled the campfire on the edge of the cliff. She and Su Xi were brewing medicine. Lu Wuyai had previously vomited blood and was also struck by the earthquake, causing his injuries to linger.
However, Yang Jian felt fine. According to Song Xiaoyou, Yang Jian was so stressed because of the earthquake that his previous injuries were completely hidden.
At first, Lu Wuyai was adamant, but as the night deepened, he began to cough, occasionally coughing up blood, which made Su Xi very scared and nervous.
“If there is blood, spitting it out would be a good thing for you,” Song Xiaoyou said.
Lu Wuyai smiled bitterly for a long time. Afterwards, he did not suppress his illness. Every time he coughed, he would run to the edge of the cliff and cough up blood from the bottom of the cliff.
At nine o'clock, Song Xiaoyou poured the boiled Chinese medicine back into the earthenware pot and then went to bed. He only told Su Xi that she could give it to Lu Wuyai after the water evaporated in two hours.
Looking at the dark earthenware jar, Lu Wuyai couldn't bear to swallow it.
That night, Lu Wuyai vomited five times. In the end, he vomited a large mouthful of black blood and thick phlegm.
The next day, Song Xiaoyou examined Yang Jian's body and instructed him to eat less oily food, such as pork, and more fruit during this period.
Lu Wuyai looked aggrieved. On a deserted island, would he even be full after eating all that fruit?
The problem was suddenly solved that afternoon.
At noon, Yang Jian watched the four women eat pork, and his mouth watered.
"Young friend Song, I want to eat meat." Lu Wuyai protested from the side. It wasn't a big deal if he didn't eat meat, but who could stand seeing a group of people eating pork?
Moreover, the smell of lard in the air was simply irresistible.
Lu Wuyai couldn't take it anymore and reached out to grab the pork on the hot plate.
It's broken.
Su Xi's chopsticks fell onto Lu Wuyai's hand. Lu Wuyai made a face in pain and gave up instantly.
Anna and Kim Seok-rok glared resentfully at Lu Wuyai, but secretly smiled. They thought he was actually quite adorable now.
Finally, Lu Wuyai sat alone on the edge of the cliff, eating wild fruit, his back looking very forlorn.
Guru.
Touching his hungry stomach, Lu Wuyai hadn't eaten for over ten hours. Of course, the more fruit he ate, the hungrier he became, so it was better not to eat at all.
Of course, Yang Jian's only advantage right now is that he doesn't have to put in any effort. Because of his injury, the work at the station has been handed over to someone else.
After lunch, the four women began chopping wood in the nearby forest. They were told that Song Xiaoyou needed a large amount of materials to make cement, and they didn't know what to do.
The earthquake should be completely over.
Holding the scope, Lu Wuyai spotted more deer and hares in the forest. Unlike before, these animals were heading deeper into the forest.
Lu Wuyai watched for a while, then simply lay down on the ground, looking up at the azure sky, which was cloudless and completely blue.
Gradually, he closed his eyes, enjoying the afternoon sun, and felt himself falling asleep.
But suddenly, he felt darkness envelop him. He became alert and immediately opened his eyes. He then saw a black dot in the sky gradually expanding.
Realizing the danger, Lu Wuyai instinctively rolled onto the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a loud "bang" came from the ground, and something fell down, startling Yang Jian.
"There's something like this on this deserted island."
"But how did it fall from the sky?"
Lu Wuyai got up from the ground, looked up at the sky, and saw a large bird not far away flying further and further away until it disappeared into the sky.
At this moment, Lu Wuyai once again focused his attention on the ground: a yellow fruit covered with sharp thorns.
"Who cares?" Lu Wuyai licked his lips. He never imagined that what fell from the sky was actually a durian.
"I can't eat pork, so I can eat durian."
After thinking for a moment, Lu Wuyai pulled out a sickle from his waist and stabbed it hard into the durian's hard shell.
He smashed a mud pit in the ground, shattering the durian's hard shell into pieces. After Lu Wuyai's attack, the yellow flesh burst into the air.
"This smell." Lu Wuyai took a breath. He hadn't liked durian much before, but he knew it was very nutritious.
But right now, all he wants is to fill his stomach.
The flesh is very fragrant, but not everyone can accept the taste of durian.
Lu Wuyai took a small bite. Aside from the temperature, he felt like he was eating ice cream.
After eating three in a row, Yang Jian quickly felt full.
"Eating too much of this stuff can cause internal heat, so it's better to save it for Su Xi and the others." Lu Wuyai put away the remaining durians by himself, then looked at the sky thoughtfully.
It seemed like there was more than one large bird just now.
In the blue sky, there were many large birds of unknown origin, one after another, flying from west to north, their resounding calls filled with excitement.
"With a bang."
A black dot fell from the sky and landed in the forest not far from the precipitous peak. There was a slight thud.
Soon, Lu Wuyai led the three little black dogs and wolf cubs all the way from the gentle slope into the forest, where they found that it was another durian.
Lu Wuyai quickly searched the vicinity and found five durians, two of which had already exploded. The strong aroma of the fruit "polluted" the air in the forest.
After making two trips, Yang Jian brought back all the durian pulp.
"It looks like there should be a large durian orchard on this deserted island."
Lu Wuyai searched around the station and found a backpack. He rummaged through it and found a notebook. Inside were several simple maps. These were places they had visited before.
After thinking about the route the large bird had taken and comparing it with the map, Lu Wuyai roughly guessed where the durian was located.
Just then, Song Xiaoyou and the others returned from outside. They were all very surprised when they saw the durians that Yang Jian had packed.
When everyone learned that the durian had actually fallen from the sky, they thought it was amazing.
"It's so early, why don't you go take a look?" Lu Wuyai suggested.
Everyone checked the time; it was only one o'clock, and there was still a long time before dark. Moreover, the weather was fine and it wouldn't rain.
After some discussion, everyone simply packed up their things, took some durians, and ate them as they walked.
Although the route was deduced by Lu Wuyai, the birds in the sky did not leave for a while.
Following each other's flight paths, the five of them finally passed through a dense forest and appeared in front of an orchard at three o'clock.
Here, not only were there durians, but Yang Jian and his team also discovered a large area of apple trees, which was a godsend.
"Have you noticed how nice the sunlight is here?" Su Xi praised.
This is a fairly large flat area. Yang Jian estimates that the sunlight here will be as long as daytime. No wonder every fruit tree here grows so well.
Lu Wuyai picked an apple from the tree, wiped off the wax, and took a bite. It tasted very sweet and delicious.
"It's so sweet, sweeter than sugar," Lu Wuyai couldn't help but say.
Here, Song Xiaoyou has already started picking fruit. Although it's only a two-hour journey to the precipitous peak, traversing a vast, dense forest isn't the best option. She comes here often.
Soon, ten minutes later, all five baskets were full.
At the same time, Song Xiaoyou looked at some small fruit trees on the ground, thought for a while and said, "I, let's come back tomorrow."
"Isn't that enough?" Lu Wuyai looked at the fruit in the basket on his back. It would probably last him for more than half a month, if he was well cared for.
Song Xiaoyou shook her head and said, "I, I want to transplant the fruit trees to the lawn."
Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, and they secretly thought to themselves, "This is a great idea."
The lawn gets a lot of sunshine and is quite close to the station. If the transplant is successful, you might not need to walk this far anymore.
Simply put, Yang Jian said, "Forget about tomorrow, let's get some saplings today and give it a try."
As they were talking, Lu Wuyai, carrying his tools, discovered a small sapling. To minimize damage to the roots, he dug up everything around it, including the soil.
Because it was a sapling, transporting it was not as difficult as one might imagine.
Lu Wuyai volunteered to carry the sapling, but he was struggling due to his previous injury. Fortunately, everyone worked together and helped each other along the way.
It was still light when we arrived at the station.
At five o'clock, Yang Jian placed the sapling on the ground. Opposite him was a steep peak. However, the soil beneath the peak was shallow and unsuitable for planting large fruit trees.
As planned, they found a patch of fertile soil on the lawn north of the steep peak. The soil here was relatively moist and fertile, and the nearby grass was particularly lush in the summer.
Soon, Lu Wuyai began digging, and the others were also looking for suitable land to plant. After all, this was only the first fruit tree.
Reflecting the setting sun, the lawn was bathed in a golden hue, making it look exceptionally beautiful.
In less than ten minutes, a shallow pit had been dug. To their surprise, they found that the soil beneath the grass was slowly seeping out.
"There might be an underground river beneath this treacherous peak," Lu Wuyai thought to himself. "This discovery could save them the trouble of watering the plants later."
Before nightfall, everyone finally planted the apple trees. Song Xiaoyou took advantage of the last moment to prune the apple tree branches with metal scraps.
After everything was settled, night fell as expected.
Lu Wuyai sat by the campfire, feeling the warmth emanating from the flames. He held chopsticks made of exquisite porcelain and golden nanmu wood in his hand, which made him feel unreal for a moment.
"It's been almost half a year." Lu Wuyai sighed inwardly. The longer he stayed on the deserted island, the weaker his desire to go home became.
Perhaps, like in survival movies, many years later, some of them will be fortunate enough to return to their hometowns.
Thinking of this, Yang Jian looked around at the people around him, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
These people will be my companions as I spend the rest of my life on this desert island.
Four women were eating by the campfire. Lu Wuyai could only bite into two apples, but they tasted pretty good.
Fresh apples are much crisper than cold apples, but you won't go hungry.
"I said smugly. Lu Wuyai looked at the pieces of meat on the hot plate, oil and juices dripping out, and couldn't help but say, 'How long am I supposed to give up meat?'"
Song Xiaoyou looked at Lu Wuyai, who had a wronged expression, and suddenly laughed.
Like a fleeting ephemera in the night, their smiles vanished in an instant. Lu Wuyai and the others even felt dazzled by the scene before them, as if it were all too unreal.
"Two weeks."
Hearing this, Lu Wuyai breathed a sigh of relief. Two weeks wasn't a long time. If he gritted his teeth and persevered for a few more days, he should be able to get through it.
Su Xi chuckled to herself, but it was no wonder Lu Wuyai reacted this way. During this time, they were all eating wild boar meat. The aroma of lard was incredibly tempting.
They ate wild boar meat first because it was the first fresh meat they cured. They were worried that the pork would spoil over time.
There's no shortage of food in the shelter now, including eggs and fruit. This kind of life can easily survive the cold winter.
Of course, this is on the premise that life on the deserted island doesn't change much.
After dinner, everyone was still awake. Anna and Song Xiaoyou were picking swallow feathers, Su Xi was repeatedly scrubbing sheepskin, and Jin Xilu was weaving winnowing baskets. Everyone was immersed in their busy work.
As for Lu Wuyai, he was researching three types of chili peppers. Consumption during this period had led to the near disappearance of chili peppers.
There's a bright red chili pepper on the plant. This desert island chili pepper is unlike any other on the market, both in appearance and texture.
The only thing that remains unchanged is the spicy and stimulating flavor.
Lu Wuyai picked up the only remaining chili pepper and gently squeezed it, producing a crisp sound immediately.
There were dried chili seeds inside. Lu Wuyai thought about the method Song Xiaoyou had taught him before, and carefully picked out the chili seeds and placed them on a clean gauze.
In a corner of the cliff, he dug another small hole, buried the gauze inside, and quietly waited for it to sprout.
This was actually not a suitable time to grow chili peppers, but since he had nothing else to do, Lu Wuyai treated it as an experiment.
If it germinates, I estimate it will take about a week for the sprouts to emerge from the gauze. At that time, Lu Wuyai can scatter the seeds and plant them. If not, they can build a smaller greenhouse. They have crocodile skin; it's a material with excellent light transmittance and heat insulation.
Early the next morning, Lu Wuyai brought Anna and Song Xiaoyou to the orchard to continue selecting suitable fruit trees for transplantation.
As for Tang Xin and Jin Xilu, they had been watching all night. At this moment, they were still taking a nap in the narrow passage, so there was no immediate danger.
As autumn truly arrived, the deserted island began to appear extremely desolate. Moreover, after the earthquake, the deeper one went into the island, the balder it became.
On the way, Yang Jian walked ahead, and the little black dog would always suddenly appear from the woods. A month passed, and they grew bigger and more handsome, gradually taking on the shape of sheepdogs.
With strong and powerful limbs, it runs extremely fast, even more agile than a wolf cub.
"Is this a dog? Why do you think you're more worldly than humans?" Lu Wuyai couldn't help but complain.
“This is a sheepdog,” Song Xiaoyou corrected.
Lu Wuyai pursed his lips and couldn't help but speed up a little.
At nine o'clock in the morning, the three of them walked through a dense forest and saw a familiar fruit orchard.
"Let's pick apples from the tree," said Song Xiaoyou.
Lu Wuyai and Anna nodded, and for the rest of the time, they walked through the orchard, looking for suitable apple saplings.
It must be said that the orchard has a wide variety of fruit trees. In addition to the easily recognizable apple trees, there are also large areas of durian and yellow citrus trees in the corners.
Autumn is the harvest season for citrus fruits.
Yang Jian quickly found a suitable sapling. It wasn't big, but it looked very healthy.
Anna has already started picking citrus fruits. Today, everyone has switched to bigger baskets so they can hold more.
"Not bad weight." Anna pouted, picked up the basket, her face full of displeasure.
She reached out and pinched the tendon in her hamstring. If she kept doing this, she'd become the Barbie doll of the fitness world.
Looking at Anna, Yang Jian couldn't help but find it amusing. The longer he spent with her, the more he would realize that this woman from the UK was almost entirely devoid of guile, but that didn't mean she was stupid; rather, she simply didn't like to use her brain.
Half an hour later, Yang Jian packed up the dug-up fruit trees and carried them on his shoulder.
Lu Wuyai noticed that the internal injuries caused by the male goat seemed to have completely healed. He thought to himself, "Although Song Xiaoyou's medicine is too bitter, it is really effective."
At this moment, Lu Wuyai walked towards Song Xiaoyou and found him squatting on the ground, doing something.
From the outside, it looks like they are digging.
Lu Wuyai was not in a hurry. He placed the fruit tree on the ground, leaned against it, and quietly looked around.
In the orchard, the wind was gentle and the sunlight was beautiful.
Lu Wuyai squinted slightly. The light was now dim, and watching the birds flying in the blue sky gave one a sense of freedom.
After a while, Yang Jian saw Song Xiaoyou stand up from the ground, her hands covered in mud.
Turning around, Song Xiaoyou saw Lu Wuyai staring at her, and her face immediately turned red. She quickly withdrew her hand.
Yang Jian looked strange. He hadn't expected that Song Xiaoyou, who was in her early twenties, would like to play with mud, and for more than half an hour at a time.
"No one else has this hobby," Yang Jian thought to himself.
The voice was loud and clear.
Suddenly, a piercing bird cry rang out from the sky. Lu Wuyai instinctively looked up and saw a huge shadow blocking out the sky above the orchard.
If you look closely, you'll see that those are eagle wings. They're open and descending rapidly.
Hide quickly.
As soon as Lu Wuyai finished speaking, Anna and Song Xiaoyou immediately rushed to the nearest fruit tree, using it as cover to protect themselves.
"Come on."
Immediately afterwards, a loud noise came from near the fruit tree, as if something was scratching and scraping on the ground, the sound echoing in the ears of the three.
Lu Wuyai only felt the flying sand and rocks, and the sand blew into his eyes, making him unable to see anything.
After a period of adjustment, the birds' shrill cries continued. Lu Wuyai hid under a low-crowned apple tree. Opposite him was a durian grove.
I only saw a few huge falcons scrambling to grab durians. The flight scenes and intense battles were on par with any action blockbuster.
"powerful"
As birds chirped, Lu Wuyai saw a durian fall to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, it was tossed into the sky by an eagle with a powerful claw.
Four or five eagles fought together, creating a very intense scene.
Lu Wuyai's mouth involuntarily opened. These falcons were really fighting hard for a durian. Lu Wuyai thought to himself, these guys are truly a bunch of lunatics.
Finally, the durian was snatched away by an eagle with white feathers on its head, which flew away from this troublesome place at an extremely fast speed.
The number of remaining eagles has not decreased over time; in fact, it has increased.
A flock of falcons of various colors are having a blast in the orchard.
Lu Wuyai was very curious as to why these eagles were only interested in durians. There were so many fruit trees in such a large forest. Could the smell of durian really be so appealing?
During this time, Yang Jian jogged all the way to the fruit tree where Song Xiaoyou was hiding. Although it was a bit far from the durian grove, he could still clearly see the battle on the other side.
Lu Wuyai noticed that Song Xiaoyou was watching with great interest, and didn't even notice that he was walking over.
It makes a clanging sound.
A piercing cry rang out. Lu Wuyai looked up and saw an eagle lying on the ground. There was a clear bloody hole in its wing. At that moment, it could no longer fly.
An eagle that has lost its wings is destined to be unable to soar in the blue sky. If it relies solely on self-repair to mend its wings, it will likely be a long and arduous process.
Lu Wuyai glanced at them briefly before turning his attention to the other falcons.
The ferocious birds were tearing things apart in the durian grove, their cruelty far exceeding their previous expectations.
Finally, under the bright sunshine and as the temperature rose, the large, bandit-like birds could no longer distinguish between male and female.
After picking the fruit from a durian tree, they flapped their wings and quickly left the place.
Finally, Lu Wuyai breathed a sigh of relief, emerged from under the apple tree, and looked at the feathers on the ground. The secret passage was finally over.
Yang Jian looked back at Song Xiaoyou and Anna, urging them to pack their things quickly and prepare to leave the orchard.
“Those falcons aren’t dead yet,” Song Xiaoyou said, pointing to a pile of feathers on the ground.
Lu Wuyai looked around and saw that there were indeed a few falcons still alive, but they were basically useless. Their wings were full of holes, and they probably would never be able to fly again.
These flightless falcons are destined to be killed by other predators in this fruit forest.
But Lu Wuyai understood that Song Xiaoyou wanted to raise these falcons.
However, falcons are very difficult to tame, especially wild falcons. They are naturally very strong and are difficult to recover from once injured.
"These falcons probably don't want to leave with you," Lu Wuyai shook his head. Unless Song Xiaoyou was a very skilled animal trainer, it would be impossible to take the falcons away.
He had previously watched a documentary and learned that so-called eagle training is actually a training method. The training involves gradually getting the eagles to adapt to human thought processes, but this is truly difficult.
The falcon may not succeed; in the process, it may be crippled or even killed.
After Lu Wuyai finished speaking, Song Xiaoyou still walked over.
Upon seeing someone approaching, the falcons with broken wings became excited, flapping their wings and eager to leave as quickly as possible.
But a falcon with broken wings is destined to never fly. Seeing Song Xiaoyou crouching before him, they still revealed their fierce side.
"powerful"
The falcon became very excited and began pecking fiercely at Song Xiaoyou.
Lu Wuyai was afraid something might happen to Song Xiaoyou, so he was ready to take action at any time.
But to Lu Wuyai's surprise, Song Xiaoyou shot down three falcons.
"Aren't you afraid of beating them to death?" Lu Wuyai swallowed.
Song Xiaoyou put down the shovel, wiped the sweat from her forehead, then bent down and threw the three falcons into the basket behind her.
"Go back, go home."
On the way, Yang Jian carried the fruit tree on his back. Although it wasn't heavy, his back still ached after a long time.
Something happened along the way. The three falcons suddenly woke up and formed a ball in the basket on Song Xiaoyou's back.
As a result, Song Xiaoyou gave Yi Ying another shovel and beat them unconscious.
Lu Wuyai was both amused and exasperated. The person who made the eagle wanted to sacrifice the falcon like their ancestors. Song Xiaoyou was lucky. Instead of taking good care of him, they knocked him unconscious.
“If you do this, you won’t be afraid of the eagle hating you.” Lu Wuyai gasped for breath.
Even eagles have tempers and their own arrogance. I wonder if Song Xiaoyou could be that cruel.
We got back to the station around noon.
Su Xi and Jin Xilu had woken up and were looking at the three falcons in the basket on Song Xiaoyou's back. They thought they were dead and almost plucked their feathers and cooked them.
While the falcons were unconscious, Song Xiaoyou tied their ankles to the rescue rope and temporarily locked them up.
Yang Jian carried the fruit tree to the lawn and found a hole he had dug the day before, so he simply buried it.
The soil is moist, making it ideal for growing plants.
Back at the foot of the precipitous peak, everyone looked curiously at the falcon that had just awakened.
One of them was a rare white falcon. Lu Wuyai vaguely remembered it; it seemed to be called a whirling falcon. However, this one had a wingspan of nearly two meters, making it look like a fighter jet circling in the air.
As for the other two, their claws and eyes were yellow, and under the sunlight, their entire bodies had a bluish-gray sheen, making them look exceptionally handsome.
But now, their wings are broken, and without proper treatment, they can no longer live on the deserted island.
"This little gadget is quite exquisite."
Tang Xin tried to touch the white falcon, but her hand was almost pecked through.
"That's too powerful."
Lu Wuyai stood aside and said with interest, "You think he's just a country bumpkin? This thing already exists, and one can sell for over a million."
"If the quality is better and the capabilities are stronger, the price will be astronomical."
Some countries seem to have a special affection for falcons, importing tens of thousands of them at high prices every year, making falcons one of the most expensive pets.
Hearing Lu Wuyai's words, the women all showed strange expressions.
"What do they eat?" Anna asked.
“Meat, raw meat, like wolf meat,” Song Xiaoyou said, but she also cautioned that falcons cannot eat cured raw meat, because they will die if they do.
At this moment, all three falcons appeared very tense, feeling no sense of security standing on the stable ground.
The next second, Yang Jian saw Song Xiaoyou raise the shovel again. This familiar action foreshadowed that the three falcons were about to suffer again.
Sure enough, after three loud bangs, the three falcons passed out.
"If this battle continues, you'll become mentally disabled." Lu Wuyai covered his eyes, unable to look Song Xiaoyou in the eye.
Later, with the help of Su Xi and others, Song Xiaoyou quickly applied ointment to the three falcons and fixed their injured wings.
The so-called "hundred-day injury" means that these falcons will need a very long time to recover. At least until winter, they will no longer be able to soar in the sky.
"Poor children." Lu Wuyai shook his head, hoping that these falcons could live well in Song Xiaoyou's hands for a while.
At noon, everyone took a break. It wasn't until after 2 p.m. that the temperature started to drop, and the five of them got busy again.
During their afternoon nap, Su Xi and Song Xiaoyou discussed their plans. They wanted to build a shelter from the rain using cement in the passageway beneath the treacherous peak, so they wouldn't have to travel back and forth between the cave and the peak before winter.
Yang Jian was skeptical, mainly because he had already proven that cement was useless: it was too brittle.
"If this is really built to shelter from the wind and rain, can you guarantee it won't collapse in heavy rain and strong winds?" Lu Wuyai shook his head, but since they were willing to cause trouble, he was still willing to support them.
Seeing Lu Wuyai's utter disappointment, Tang Xin became a little angry. She took a gray stone from the basket on her back and threw it in front of him.
"See for yourself, this cement was improved by Song Xiaoyou a long time ago."
Lu Wuyai quickly grabbed the stone and squeezed it with his hands. As expected, it became much harder to break. Even when he used a shovel to smash the cement, it didn't completely break. If it weren't for Su Xi, Lu Wuyai would have thought they were two different types of stones.
Thinking of the wood ash that Song Xiaoyou had been working on lately, Lu Wuyai touched his nose and felt a little ashamed.
Su Xi snorted, turned around, grabbed Song Xiaoyou, and dug a pit with Anna and the others.
Because they needed a lot of wood ash, they decided to dig a pit to vent the smoke out, so that they could burn as much firewood as possible at once.
“Let me do it.” Lu Wuyai took the initiative to come over. Even when he was a child, he could still take it and then let it go.
Three sets of pits, one large and one small, were excavated at the bottom of the gentle slope, and each set of pits was interconnected.
By placing the wood in a large pit, the dense smoke from the fire will flow through a channel into a smaller pit, and then slowly diffuse outwards. This reduces the risk of burns from other objects during the fire, thus lowering the probability of detection.
Yang Jian wiped his sweat and looked up to find that others had already moved the wood they were going to use as cement material.
Next, by the stream, Yang Jian followed Song Xiaoyou back to the station.
As for the others, they began burning wood in the three pits and collecting the ashes.
Here, Yang Jian saw Song Xiaoyou pull out several bamboo poles from the firewood piled on the cliff. These bamboo poles were long, with one end sharpened to make them easy to stick into the ground.
Song Xiaoyou gave a brief explanation of the rain cover's general appearance. Lu Wuyai understood and began inserting bamboo poles into the ground at the entrance of the narrow passage.
This was a difficult task. After half an hour, Lu Wuyai could no longer lift the stone in his hand, and his entire right hand was trembling.
"That's it, headquarters," Lu Wuyai asked Song Xiaoyou.
All right.
Later, Song Xiaoyou moved some stones to build a height, and then stood on it. At the same time, a large handful of bamboo skewers appeared in his hand.
"What are you doing?" Yang Jian asked.
But soon, when Song Xiaoyou began weaving bamboo strips between the bamboo crevices, this familiar scene reminded Lu Wuyai of the winnowing baskets they had made.
This time, however, Song Xiaoyou used the rain-shielding ceiling as a dustpan, and his skillful movements amazed Lu Wuyai.
Soon, Su Xi also came over from the stream and helped Song Xiaoyou build a rainproof roof.
Two hours later, when the last bamboo strip was used up, the roof was completely finished.
At first glance, I just thought the bamboo ceiling looked pretty good.
After that, Lu Wuyai began shuttling back and forth between the stream and the station, pouring some burnt wood ash into the mud pit he had dug beforehand.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Wuyai saw Song Xiaoyou and Su Xi pour a reddish-brown sand he had never seen before into the mud pool, add water, and mix it with the wood ash from before.
"What kind of sand is this?"
"This is soil, not sand." Su Xi crossed her arms over her waist, looking at Lu Wuyai with a stern expression: "You wouldn't know that, would you?"
"This sand is the sand left after the soil dries."
“Xiaoyou discovered it. She did a lot of things to improve the cement. If this shelter from the rain is successful, we should all thank her.”
Upon hearing Su Xi's words, Song Xiaoyou quickly waved his hand, wanting to say something, but he was too nervous to utter a single word.
Yang Jian laughed, making Song Xiaoyou even more embarrassed.
Tang Xin squeezed Lu Wuyai hard, and the latter jumped up in pain, but he was too angry to do anything but grab the wooden stick from Song Xiaoyou's hand and stir it in the mud pit.
Soon, a sticky sensation traveled from the wooden stick to Yang Jian's hand.
"It should be fine." Su Xi glanced at Song Xiaoyou and nodded.
An extremely sticky, hard lump appeared in the mud pit. Lu Wuyai squeezed it with his hands and felt that it was completely different from cement.
However, he followed the two women's instructions and laid the wooden blocks directly on the ceiling.
Because the ceiling was made of bamboo, there were some gaps. As it solidified, things kept falling down, which worried the three of them a little.
But as time passed, at dusk, the gaps between the bamboo joints were filled with cement.
Lu Wuyai climbed onto the rock face and touched it. He found that the cement had completely hardened and was stuck to the rock face on both sides. Even without the bamboo joints, it was unlikely to fall down.
"It was considered a success."
Lu Wuyai climbed down the rock face, but Su Xi told him that this was only half the battle.
"Take the bucket upstairs and check for leaks."
Upon hearing this, Yang Jian suddenly realized that although cement is very strong and can block strong winds, it may not necessarily prevent rain.
"Okay, I'll go get a bucket of water and try it."
Lu Wuyai quickly ran to the stream. When he returned, Anna and Jin Xilu were still behind him.
Soon, Yang Jian climbed to the edge of the cliff and was about to pour out the water when he heard Song Xiaoyou's voice.
"You, you, try standing up."
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