Chapter 151
The young monk began to doubt himself, but Chu Huaiqin ignored him. He took his previously cleaned backpack, half filled with water, and brought it to Lin Zhinan's tent to give her a bath. All four tents were pitched, with Lin Zhinan's in the middle. They didn't turn on their watch lights, giving her a sense of security.
"Xia En, go pick some grass!" Chu Huaiqin fell on the sand, looking at the sky full of stars, feeling drowsy.
Xia En immediately stood up and started pulling the weeds. The little monk asked curiously, "Brother, why are you pulling weeds?"
"Shrimp cage." Chu Huaiqin yawned, and all the dirt on his body was washed off. He felt so comfortable that he wanted to sleep.
"That's great," the young monk, who had been sitting cross-legged watching the water boil, squatted up and said excitedly to Chu Huaiqin, "I was thinking of going down to the water to find something to eat tomorrow! Ah, brother, shall we set out tomorrow?"
"No, I want to take a bath for two more days." For the first time, Chu Huaiqin felt lazy about taking a bath.
"I want it too, brother. Stay for two more days and I will catch fish for you every day." The little monk came closer to Chu Huaiqin and showed his big white teeth in front of him again, but he pushed him away with disgust.
Xia Entang returned after a short while, bringing back a large handful of grass. The three of them were bored, so they slowly began weaving. Chu Huaiqin, who had learned his craft from his grandfather, taught the young monk Lu Xia Entang. Unfortunately, he lacked Lin Zhinan's talent and was so clumsy that Chu Huaiqin would hit the other monks on the head whenever he started.
"Brother, I really don't know how." The little monk said pitifully. The straw raincoat and hat he wore in the first two competitions were made by Lin Zhinan, and they only helped out briefly.
"I can do it." Xia Entang tried very hard to imitate Chu Huaiqin's movements, but for some reason, when he put them on the ground, they were all in order, but when he picked them up, they all fell into a pile.
"Ah, brother, what are you doing?" Lin Zhinan came out after taking a shower, holding his things. He came closer and saw three people weaving shrimp cages. They were all messed up, so he laughed and said, "Brother, wait until I finish washing clothes, then I'll do it!"
"It's okay, let them train, train." Chu Huaiqin gave the two of them an evil smile.
Xia Entropy/Little Monk: ...
Unfortunately, strict teachers do not make good students. When Lin Zhinan came back after washing the clothes, the two of them still hadn't figured out a single one. Chu Huaiqin had already made three, but his hands were clumsy.
After Lin Zhinan returned, he followed Chu Huaiqin and got two more. There were five shrimp cages in total. Chu Huaiqin used some vegetation to make a large one, big enough to fit a chicken. The little monk was delighted to see this; he finally didn't have to carry the hen on the road.
There were five shrimp cages. The monk threw some of the remaining offal from the chicken he killed today into the cages, threw some to the chickens to eat, and caught it in there to keep it.
While no one else was paying attention, Xia En secretly put the six cages into the lake and went back to sleep with the hope of eating river food tomorrow.
The night was getting deeper and deeper. Everyone went into the tent and slept for a while before they could hear the sound of even breathing.
Livestream: Hey, bro, didn't you tell Xia Entropy a secret tonight? Where's the destination? If you don't tell me, tell the other teams you have a shrimp cage.
Unfortunately, no one could hear the call from the live broadcast room. The audience with obsessive-compulsive disorder and gossip-loving hearts were staring at the live broadcast screen as if it was about to die, and shouted soul-stirringly: Where is the end of this show?
This night was not peaceful. In the early hours of the morning, the first sound was heard, but no one took it seriously. When the second sound was heard, someone, half asleep, murmured, "It's going to rain."
The third voice sounded, the fourth voice sounded, the fifth...
Finally, someone in the camp couldn't stand it anymore and climbed out of the tent, ready to shout, "You thunder but no rain, don't you know how miserable I am waiting?" But when he looked up, he found that the night sky was full of clearly visible stars, with no sign of rain at all.
What's going on?
The few people who came out looked at each other and quickly climbed back into the tent to sleep.
But unexpectedly, the sound continued, like thunder and like beating drums.
"Bang!"
"There's a gunshot. Get up, robber."
A few people who had just entered screamed and ran out again, looking at each other in horror.
The Double Eagles said sluggishly, "Did you hear that? Gunshots?"
The Maozi team nodded: "I heard it too."
"What are you arguing about?" The little monk finally couldn't help it. He didn't wake up because of the thunder or the gunshots, but he was woken up by such people.
"Didn't you hear the gunshots?" Shanman rarely spoke calmly to the people of the Rolling Team, but he seemed not to know that the little monk could not understand English.
"I don't understand what you are saying, but please stop arguing." The little monk yelled and went back into the tent to sleep.
"Bang!"
It was the sound of gunfire, and those who were about to return to their tents paused, their faces grim. In Western countries where guns are permitted, they are extremely sensitive to the sound of gunfire. Unable to locate the source, they couldn't sleep at all.
David from the Kangaroos asked, "Where did it come from?"
Looking around, the endless desert was invisible, the dim deep blue slowly turned into darkness, and the sounds coming from nowhere made them frightened and worried, fearing that they would lose their lives in their sleep.
"No, listen carefully, it sounds like thunder." Fili said.
Several people who were frightened by the sound stood outside, listening to the sound which sometimes sounded like thunder and sometimes like gunshots, and they were completely disoriented.
At this time, most of the Chinese viewers in the live broadcast room were getting up for work, and they were all happy to see this.
"Hahaha, have these people done too many bad things? They're afraid of this."
"You Chinese have no sense of crisis. Do you know what the sound of gunfire means? You could get killed."
"Yes, this is a desert, they must be bandits."
"It must be a natural sound coming from somewhere!"
Some people speculated so, but were quickly slapped in the face. In order to make such a sound, there must be at least a valley or other terrain. Here is all sand, which seems unsuitable no matter how you look at it.
Although the noise was loud, it wasn't as terrifying as it had been at Baimu. The Rolling Team was completely unaffected and slept through the night. When they woke up, almost everyone except the Rolling Team had panda eyes. The Double Eagles looked at Chu Huaiqin with resentment on their faces.
Why can you sleep so well?
Chu Huaiqin wasn't planning to leave today, and the rest of the team seemed to be the same. Water was fine, so the only thing left was food. This wasn't a food station, and the directors hadn't left any food there, so they had to find it themselves. But this was a vast desert, so finding food wouldn't be easy. Someone pulled out a map and discovered that this section of the route actually led down the river. Everyone was delighted, packed up their things, and hurried off.
"Brother, shall we go?" The little monk saw how anxious they were and felt a little anxious for a moment.
"No rush, let's go catch the shrimp first." Chu Huaiqin said, and left with Xia En.
The little monk tilted his head, didn't understand, and ran to pull weeds to feed the chickens.
Seeing that Chu Huaiqin and the others were not in a hurry, the people from the Double Eagle Team ran over to ask curiously, but when they saw fresh shrimps and fish in the shrimp cages they pulled up, they thought they were dreaming for a moment.
"Ahhh, brother, brother, there are eggs, there are eggs." The little monk stared blankly for a moment with his eyes wide open, then rushed over shouting with the eggs in his hand, making excited screams from his mouth, alarming the other teams that had not yet appeared.
Everyone looked over and saw the egg in his hand, not knowing how to react for a moment.
"Brother, brother, it's an egg, hahaha, it's an egg, hahaha." The little monk laughed so hard that he swayed from side to side and his voice became hoarse. Chu Huaiqin was really afraid that he would not be able to breathe for a while.
"Don't laugh. I know you got the eggs," Chu Huaiqin said helplessly, "We have shrimp today. If we feed the chicken some shrimp and fish offal, we can have another one tomorrow."
"Ah, ah, is that so?" The little monk was stunned. Then a flash of inspiration came to him, "Brother, let's not eat it. Let it lay eggs!"
"Sure!" Chu Huaiqin picked up the shrimp cages from the lake one by one and found that there weren't many, but it was not bad. "You can eat the eggs today!"
"No, no, give it to my sister. I said I wanted to eat two chickens, but now this one can't be killed, so let my sister eat the eggs!" The little monk laughed so hard that his teeth were showing and he almost fainted with joy.
"Ah, I, I don't want to eat it, give it to my brother." Lin Zhinan shook her head. She felt that she didn't need to supplement anymore.
"Then let the little monk eat the eggs tomorrow, and my sister will eat them today!" Chu Huaiqin made the decision.
"Brother, no..." Lin Zhinan refused repeatedly.
"Okay," Chu Huaiqin patted her shoulder and made a decision, "I haven't eaten meat recently, you need to supplement some protein."
Seeing that Lin Zhinan wanted to speak again, Chu Huaiqin interrupted her again, "Don't worry, we will take turns later, one per person per day."
After Chu Huaiqin said this, Lin Zhinan had no choice but to refuse.
The live broadcast room was also happy:
"Hahaha, did you see the expressions on the other teams' faces? Some were envious, some were jealous, some were hateful. It was absolutely brilliant."
"Pfft, I used to grow sand onions, and now I raise chickens. It's really a rolling team."
"They don't have any food now, how can they feed the chickens? Pretend."
"Hahaha, here he comes, here he comes, full of jealousy."
"We've been eating sweet potatoes and potatoes lately anyway, so why not just eat the skinned chicken? And now we're right next to a water source, so we don't have to worry about the chicken running out of water."
"Yes, it can also be used as food reserve, very good."
"Rolling Team, why are you so different from others when participating in wilderness survival?"
Others shook their heads, indicating they didn't know.
"I just want to know why there are fish in the desert?"
"It's simple. This is living water. I looked up a map and it shows that this river flows very far, spanning three countries on the edge of the Sahara Desert. It's quite impressive."
"Same, based on the direction of this river, I seem to know where the production team is going. After looking at the route, the rest is too simple. There is water and food, it's heaven."
"I don't think it's that simple. Just wait and see! It might be hell."
The live broadcast room started arguing at the end.
There were two sweet potatoes left from breakfast, so they stewed a pot of shrimp the size of a fingertip and fish two to three fingers wide, adding a little coarse salt. The fish's innards were eaten by the chickens, who, after being hungry for several days, ate them with great joy.
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