Chapter 253: Drawings of Radishes and Sweet Potatoes
Mamtim looked at Chu Qiao as if he were a monster. He took out a sheepskin water bag from his body and stuffed it into Chu Qiao's arms: "I... I'm going back. The water... is for you."
Maimaiti spoke with heavy breathing and stuttering, but his movements were very skillful. The hospitality of ethnic minorities was fully displayed in him.
Chu Qiao held the water that Mamtim handed over and took out his own water bottle from his backpack and shook it. In fact, there was nothing in it, but he said, "I have water, thank you."
Mamtim gave up, scratched his head, and muttered, "It's good to have water, it's good to have water. Without water, people will die."
Chu Qiao didn't want to linger any longer, so he took the opportunity to ask, "Do you know a plant called Ephedra sinica?"
Maimaiti looked confused, with a question mark almost written on his forehead.
Chu Qiao squatted down and began to draw on the ground: "Look, it looks like this."
[Master Chu, are you sure that others can understand what you draw?]
[Oh my god, I didn't expect Master Chu to be a soul painter.]
I don’t understand anyway.
[Which part below is the radish? ]
[Carrot handle, white radish is bigger than this.]
…
There was a lot of ridicule in the comments, and sweat broke out on Chu Qiao's forehead. It took him a long time to put down the stone in his hand. This time the painting looks very similar.
Maimaiti stared at the painting on the ground with his brows tightly furrowed, and didn't even notice that the sheep next to him ran away.
Suddenly he slapped his forehead: "Ah, I know."
Chu Qiao's eyes lit up and he looked at Mamtim with joy.
Mamtim said excitedly: "My family has it, my family has it."
This time it was Chu Qiao's turn to be puzzled. She looked at Maimaiti in confusion. Does she have ephedra at home?
"Really? How many?"
Mamtim: "A lot, a lot, more than ten bags."
Chu Qiao excitedly grabbed Mamtim's sleeve and said, "Take me there, I can buy it at a high price."
"But what do you want sweet potato leaves for?" Maimaiti scratched his sweaty curly hair and muttered to himself, "This thing is not worth much."
Chu Qiao seemed to be struck by lightning and immediately became motionless.
Maimaiti turned around and said, "Why...why aren't you leaving?"
Chu Qiao laughed awkwardly and said, "Thank you, Maimaiti, but I'm not here to buy sweet potatoes. I have something else to do. See you again if we're lucky."
Chu Qiao waved her hand and hurried on her way. It seemed that there was no hope for her to rely on the herdsmen. She had better rely on the system.
Her first priority must be to find food and water to keep herself alive as she ventures deeper into the Gobi Desert.
Chu Qiao maintained her usual habit, marking the ground with a branch as she walked, and taking out a water source detector to detect.
[Drip drip drip——]
[System: Dear host, no water source has been detected here.]
It seems there is nothing nearby. Chu Qiao shook his head and continued walking deeper into the Gobi Desert.
[Drip drip drip——]
The water source detector suddenly flashed.
Chu Qiao was delighted, there was a water source!
A small shrub appeared in front of him. Chu Qiao walked towards it, and clusters of small red fruits as big as soybeans on the shrub immediately caught Chu Qiao's eye.
[Master Chu has definitely found something delicious.]
【I agree, otherwise I wouldn’t be glaring so wide. 】
[It must be this bone.]
Chu Qiao followed the branch and picked a bunch of small red fruits. He didn't care whether they were clean or not and poured them directly into his mouth.
Chu Qiao shook his head: "The taste of white thorn fruit is really good."
After Chu Qiao finished speaking, the fans became curious about the white thorn fruit. In the city, even in the supermarkets and vegetable markets with the most complete varieties, they had never seen this kind of fruit.
What is white thorn fruit?
【Why haven’t I heard of it? 】
Is it sweet?
Is it a sour jujube?
Chu Qiao walked into the bushes, and the drone followed her finger, flew to the branches of the white thorn, and took close-up photos.
"This shrub is called Nitraria sibiricum. It can grow up to 2 meters tall and is very drought-resistant, so it can survive in deserts and Gobi deserts. It is an important community-building plant in desert areas and an excellent sand-fixing tree species."
"If you see a large number of white thorn fruit trees in the desert or Gobi, it is likely that someone has planted them to protect them from wind and sand."
"The white thorn fruit is smooth and plump, and looks like a smaller version of a cherry tomato. It tastes sour and sweet, and has high nutritional value. It is called the desert cherry."
Of course Chu Qiao would not miss such a good source of nutrition, and immediately picked the fruits one by one. However, the white thorn fruits were small, with a diameter of about 5 mm, and they sparkled like rubies in the sun.
Even if Chu Qiao plucked all the berries from a tree, it would only yield half a pound.
In order to prevent the fruit from being crushed and spoiled, Chu Qiao deliberately placed it in the outermost layer of the backpack, separate from the detection rod and knife.
It was almost dusk, and the bread and water I had eaten before entering the next room were consumed little by little as I kept walking.
Chu Qiao felt her stomach quickly becoming flat. Fortunately, this was only half a day, so she could go without food or drink until tomorrow noon.
Chu Qiao did not rush to look for water and food, but chose to hide behind a rock as a shelter, which at least could block some wind and sand for him.
[Master Chu, what's that red thing over there? ]
[It's fluttering in the wind. Is it a flag?]
[It's possible, Master Chu, go and take a look.]
Chu Qiao looked towards the place where the drone camera was shooting, and sure enough, there was a faint trace of red shaking on the stone in the distance.
Chu Qiao was delighted: "If it really is a flag or a piece of cloth or something, I won't be colder at night."
Chu Qiao said this and quickly ran towards the stone. The distance seemed very close on the Gobi Desert, but it was actually not. It took Chu Qiao ten minutes to reach the stone.
Netizens stared blankly at the object on the stone. It was not a flag, but a piece of torn plastic.
[I'm sorry, Master Chu, you made this trip in vain.]
I slowly began to feel guilty.
[Little Chicken gave Master Chu a rocket—We misled you.]
Chu Qiao’s disappointment disappeared in a flash, and a smile flashed in his eyes: “You didn’t mislead me, but let me pick up a treasure.
Chu Qiao was delighted and walked over to carefully take off the plastic.
[Master Chu, please stop comforting us.]
[I'm sorry, Master Chu, I don't know who is so wicked? ]
[Unwritten regulations are everywhere]
We strongly condemn this behavior.
Chu Qiao nodded. "Everyone is really more environmentally conscious than before. Plastic bags are the most difficult to degrade. I hope everyone can take their plastic bags away wherever they go."
"But at this time I have to thank this plastic bag because it will help me get water."
"Also, this plastic bag is half a meter long and wide, which is just the right size."
As she spoke, Chu Qiao took out a knife, lay on the Gobi Desert and used the knife to dig a small hole. She knelt beside the hole, like a mouse digging a hole, dug the soil from the hole with her bare hands, and threw the soil from under her legs behind her.
After more than ten minutes, a half-meter-deep hole appeared on the ground.
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