56 Coastal Floating Bridge-Day 7
◎Leisure Island◎
The sun was still shyly hiding behind the thick clouds, the weather had not yet completely cleared up, and the sea was rough.
But this small island seems like a secret place forgotten by time, with a gentle breeze and soft but not dazzling sunlight, making people feel fortunate that it was a wise decision to stay here last night.
The morning's tranquility was broken by the sight of Yan Lan getting up early to exercise. After days of living cramped on the small raft, she longed for a good stretch. So, at the first light of dawn, she rose and began to prepare.
He carefully rolled up a section of the traps around the bed and tiptoed away from the gap so as not to wake up Snowball who was still sleeping.
Then Yan Lan started her morning run.
The air in the early morning is exceptionally fresh, a mixture of the fragrance of the earth and the saltiness of the sea. Every deep breath is like a baptism of body and mind, making people feel relaxed and happy.
The island was not big, but it was enough for her.
In less than two minutes, she ran from one end of the island to the other. However, when passing a beach, Yan Lan's pace slowed down involuntarily.
A strange feeling arose in her heart, as if something was different from yesterday.
She stopped, took a few steps back, and returned to the place that made her feel strange, staring ahead with a frown.
The medium-sized fishing boat that was clearly visible yesterday near the shallows has now disappeared without a trace. The sea is empty, with only the sound of waves crashing against the shore echoing in my ears.
Thinking carefully, she realized that she had not seen the group of fishermen she rescued yesterday since she woke up in the morning.
She looked around. Although the coconut grove was not big, the coconut trees were towering into the sky and the ground was open and visible. She searched carefully but could not find any trace of them.
I couldn't help but wonder, did they leave quietly in the middle of the night?
But she quickly dismissed this idea. She was more inclined to believe that the disappearance of these fishermen and the medium-sized fishing boat was caused by some unknown force, perhaps a "refresh" caused by some mechanism in the game.
After all, the ship was half-sunk in the water yesterday, and it would not be easy to repair it and leave in a short period of time.
After confirming that there were indeed no fishermen on the island, Yan Lan felt even more relaxed and cheerful. Sharing an isolated island with a group of strange men, even if they were virtual NPCs, always made her feel a little uneasy.
Now, she can finally let down her guard and enjoy this rare peace and freedom as she pleases.
She continued to run lightly on the beach outside the island. The light blue sea water gently lapped the shore, rolling up layers of delicate waves, and at the same time generously brought treasures from the seabed - shells, crabs, conchs and other marine creatures were washed onto the beach.
After running two laps, Yan Lan was attracted by the abundant seafood and finally stopped because she couldn't contain her joy.
She took out an iron bucket from the compartment of her backpack, then took out a small shovel and began to pick up seafood excitedly.
At this time, the sea water has not yet completely receded, and many marine creatures have not had time to hide in the sand, and are clearly visible on the beach.
After walking a few steps, Yan Lan's attention was drawn to several cat's eye snails lying in the sand. These cat's eye snails were extremely large, with only their plump flesh showing through the sand, looking like exquisite hats.
She approached cautiously, fearing to disturb them. The moment her hand touched the cat's eye snail, the plump flesh seemed to sense it and quickly retracted into its shell.
But she was quick-eyed and quick-handed. She squeezed the piece of meat gently. With a "sizzling" sound, water splashed everywhere with a salty and fresh smell. You could tell how fat it was by looking at the speed of the spray.
Yan Lan put it into the iron bucket with satisfaction. She had watched videos of sea-hunting on the Internet before and learned a lot of practical sea-hunting skills.
When clams lie on the sand, they leave a tiny pore on the top as a breathing channel, while crabs leave a series of unique crawling traces on the beach. These are key clues to finding their hiding places.
Relying on this knowledge, she quickly found a lot of seafood.
There are crabs so plump that you can almost see the roe, bamboo clams that are longer than chopsticks, hairy clams that stick out their tongues in a cute manner, and domineering tiger prawns.
What was even more surprising was that she also discovered lively mantis shrimps and large sea cucumbers clinging tightly to the rocks, and her iron bucket gradually became full.
In addition to seafood, Yan Lan also picked up a handful of fresh and tender seaweed. This seaweed only needs to be mixed with cold water to become a delicious dish to go with wine.
It seems that it has been a long time since Yan Lan last had seafood, and she misses it a little.
The last time she had eaten was over twenty days ago, when she traded precious supplies for five kilograms of Australian lobster from Sunflower. Lately, their luck had been bad; the supplies they'd gotten were mediocre, barely enough for them, and they rarely traded with her.
And now, looking at this bucket full of seafood, she can't wait.
The sea water had completely receded. Yan Lan walked around the beach and returned to the coconut grove with the iron bucket fully loaded.
At this moment, Snowball just woke up from his sleep. When he saw his little master flying towards him excitedly, he realized that he had just finished studying.
Yan Lan was in a particularly good mood today: "How about we have seafood porridge today?"
The new term "seafood porridge" made Snowball curious. He mistakenly thought it was a delicious food similar to a hamburger, so he flew towards Yan Lan excitedly. However, after seeing the seafood in the iron bucket, he was immediately attracted and flew to the iron bucket to study it carefully.
Seeing this, Yan Lan simply placed the iron bucket gently on the ground and let it study it.
She then took out the water collector. She had kept it in her backpack during the past few days of drifting at sea to prevent it from being blown into the sea. Now that the NPCs had left, she could finally use the water collector to store some drinking water.
Then, Yan Lan thought of her fast-growing flowerpot. This magical flowerpot could produce ripe fruits in a short period of time, but due to the stagnation of time and space in the backpack, the flowerpot had not produced any new fruits in the past few days.
So she quickly took the flower pot out of her backpack and placed it outdoors so that it could fully absorb the nourishment of the sun.
After everything was ready, Yan Lan began to prepare the ingredients for seafood porridge.
She carefully cleaned the seafood in the iron bucket, while Snowball watched curiously from the side, occasionally poking it gently with his claws.
During the days when she didn't have the RV, Yan Lan cleverly used the charcoal basin she got in the Iceberg and Snowfield copy to build a simple stove.
She found some dry wood and started a warm fire, with an iron rack placed on the charcoal brazier, as if she was back in the days of cooking in the RV.
Washed rice grains were gently poured into the pot. As the water heated up, the porridge began to bubble. Once the porridge was soft and sticky, Yan Lan carefully added cleaned shrimp and shellfish, and finally sprinkled a handful of fragrant mushrooms and green onions. The entire island was filled with an alluring aroma.
Yan Lan was extremely satisfied with the long-awaited hot meal, and she ate it with big mouthfuls. Xueqiu was not to be outdone, savoring bowl after bowl of the delicious seafood porridge, proving himself a "dry eater".
After dinner, Yan Lan sat on a lounge chair, rubbing her belly with satisfaction, while Xueqiu ran to the beach alone, happily playing in the water, and occasionally jumping into the waves excitedly to take a shower.
"Be careful and don't get washed away by the sea." She looked at Snowball's cheerful figure and couldn't help but remind him.
Snowball seemed to understand her words and nodded like a chick pecking at rice, but his curious eyes had long been attracted by the waves. It was unclear whether he really took Yan Lan's advice to heart.
Yan Lan shook her head helplessly and opened the game panel.
There are currently 9,800 players remaining in Zone H-38. Early disasters can still be dealt with through strategy and preparation, and some disaster seasons can even be predicted in advance, giving players a chance to breathe.
However, as the disaster intensified, more and more force majeure factors emerged, and the number of players decreased sharply.
Even so, District H-38 still had the fewest points deducted. Thanks to the completion of difficult special tasks by some elite players, the points of the entire district soared, jumping to second place in the rankings.
There will be rewards for the top five in points, and as long as they maintain this ranking, they still have hope.
Just as Yan Lan was immersed in collecting intelligence from various districts and analyzing the situation, a message came through the chat window: "Yan Lan, help! Lend me some bullets."
Not long ago, Yuan Zhou traded a high-performance gun and a stockpile of bullets sufficient to last for several weeks from her. Now, only two days later, he came to ask for help, obviously encountering challenges beyond his expectations.
She forwarded 50 messages without hesitation and without asking any questions, fearing that sending messages would distract her.
The guns and ammunition produced previously were quickly sold out, and the players urgently urged her to produce more. The 50 rounds given to Yuan Zhou were from her own stock.
Combat weapons need to be prepared at all times, so she immediately took out the manufacturing table and ore. This time she made 1,000 rounds of bullets, 800 of which were quickly put on the trading center, and the remaining 200 were kept as her own safety stock.
As a representative of heavy industrial weapons, the demand for guns has always been high. The new guns made by Yan Lan were sold out almost as soon as they were put on the shelves.
Fortunately, the materials used to produce the gun - metal and rubber - are relatively easy to obtain in this environment and have not become a bottleneck in production.
The difficulty lies in bullets. The scarcity of ore, the key raw material for bullet manufacturing, makes Yan Lan feel very stressed.
The 6,000 ores she collected with great effort were quickly consumed in continuous production, and now there are only 1,000 left, which makes her feel overwhelmed.
She tried searching within her own area, but unfortunately, the ore had been almost completely plundered. In desperation, she turned her attention to the world channel and tried to post a request for help.
However, there is fierce competition among different regions, and most players choose a conservative strategy and are unwilling to share precious resources with other regions, with little effect.
After the bullets were put on the shelves at the trading center, news of Yuan Zhou came. Yan Lan looked at the time and found that a whole hour had passed. It seemed that the difficulties this time might be more severe than imagined.
【Author’s words】
Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or provided me with nutrient solution between 2024-08-11 10:44:42 and 2024-08-12 22:42:18~
Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: Gudong is coming! 1;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Huang Suxi;
Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!
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