Chapter 561: Life by the Sea (Page 1/1)

Four sheets were hung on four erected pillars, and a makeshift tent was made to shelter from the cool sea breeze at night.

A portable oven is placed in the middle, and wood is burned inside. The dismantled dock pontoon deck is enough to burn overnight, and as for tomorrow night, it will be dismantled tomorrow during the day.

Everyone caught fire and ate compressed biscuits and bottled water. He Ningyan also opened a jar of luncheon meat, and there were only three luncheon meats left, but this one had to be opened today. And after today, there are only six days left, and I don't bring it with me in life or I don't bring it with me in death.

Suddenly, He Ningyan felt something, and as soon as he pulled the fishing line, a sea fish weighing three or four catties was caught. Although it took a long time to catch the fish, and it had been almost two hours since the hook was laid down, at least on the shore, there were fish on the hook.

He Ningyan took the fish that kept flicking its tail off the hook, inserted his finger into the fish's open cheek, and gave it to Aticha: "Will you get fish?"

"Yes!" Achati took the fish and pulled out his knife.

He Ningyan dug up a small piece of luncheon meat, hung it on the fish hook, and threw the fish hook into the sea: "He looks at the fish when he handles it, and everyone takes turns to do it! ”

The fish was inserted directly into the baking needle, and the grilled fish was made, and each person was given a piece. Before He Ningyan fell asleep, another slightly smaller fish took the bait.

He Ningyan also divided the work before going to bed: "Muhammad, it's your turn, and the next thing is the three of you." You have to learn that some stupid people don't even know how to scrape fish scales. The man on duty was optimistic about the situation, and the tide was high and low, so that the raft had to float in the sea. There is also fishing, it doesn't matter if you catch more fish, hang it on the mast after processing, and you can also make dried fish after drying. ”

The night was peaceful, floating on the water, swaying gently with the shallow waves on the shore, like a cradle.

When He Ningyan was on duty, he still had coffee to drink, and in just three hours, he caught more than a dozen fish. At night, the fish were attracted by the light of the fire and swam over. She and Garcia, who was on duty with her, fished and processed fish scales and guts together, and time passed quickly.

When it was daybreak, the mast was full of forty or fifty fish.

The teammates who slept soundly were woken up by the smell of grilled fish, and He Ningyan was also one of them.

The sun had risen, and Aticha and Joseph, who were the last on duty, tied the raft tightly to the pier, so that when the tide was low, the raft was left on the beach.

The teammates who woke up were all lazy.

"It's so comfortable!" said Muhammad, heartily, "and this is the best sleep I've had since I passed." ”

Aticha grilled the fish: "If you sleep well, you won't come to help, and after eating, I still want to make up for sleep." ”

The sun on the beach is no worse than in the desert. Hanging blankets, only partially covered. But these things didn't bother He Ningyan, and she told her teammates to take shelter from the heat below the dock deck.

Muhammad collected the distilled water from a nearby place, and the method was as simple as in the Gobi, digging a pit and placing a bowl, covering the pit with a plastic bag or plastic wrap, and placing a small stone in the middle. The water formed by the steam drip down the bowl.

Six bowls, one for each person, were buried, and they were used to wipe the body and face.

He Ningyan and Garcia, draped in a sheet, cleaned their bodies hastily with a little fresh water in the sheet.

Then He Ningyan put down the bowl and asked Muhammad to bury it again, so that when the tide was about to rise, he would get a little fresh water.

When Muhammad returned from putting the bowl away, she asked: "If you are at sea, how can you get fresh water?"

Now the five of them stared, she sighed slightly, and taught: "The fastest and best way is rain." The second method is to burn seawater, and the water vapor formed by boiling seawater is collected. If you can't make a fire, another way is to put a flat bucket with a large saucer and a small bowl on top of it, the dish is filled with water, and the bucket is covered with plastic wrap, just like digging a hole in the sand. ”

In this way, all five of them nodded happily and learned again.

"Click~" He Ningyan took a small shovel and shoveled down the mussels that were clinging to the pillar, put them in a bucket, and soaked them in seawater. After a long time, the mussels were poured on the red-hot iron plate.

After a while, the mussels opened their mouths one by one, and juice flowed out, making the iron plate "sizzle".

"Be careful. He Ningyan carefully pinched the edge of the shell, picked one up, and used a knife to dig up the meat.

The teammates learned to do it, and as soon as the shellfish entered their mouths, their eyebrows immediately flew. I got a small half bucket of mussels, and I ate them all.

Crabs come out of the beach holes and various crevices and run to the beach to feed. A net made of sheets was suddenly put away and a few crabs were encased in it.

He Ningyan and his teammates hurriedly ran over and caught the crabs in the list.

"Puff~" The washed crabs are thrown directly into the iron bucket filled with clean water, because fresh water is relatively scarce, so only a bottle of mineral water is placed in the bucket, which is half boiled and half steamed.

"It's so delicious!" the teammates gathered around, happily peeling the shell and eating the delicious crab meat inside. Although the crab shells on the beach are a little thicker and less meaty, there is no need to worry at all, there is a shortage of food.

At night again, the tide was high, and the rafts were floating on the water, rocking gently.

Everyone is drinking kelp soup, and every time the tide rises, a large amount of seaweed and seaweed rushes up. He Ningyan chose the best recognizable kelp, which only needed a long strip to cook a large pot and replenish the lack of vegetables.

The kombu is finely cut with a knife, and the soup tastes good with only a little salt.

Holding a bowl of kelp soup, Aticha was grateful at this time, the days passed in the past two days were like a seaside vacation, and there were delicious foods every day. In fact, He Ningyan should know that he was in the desert before, and he lost some food, and he didn't have time to take it out of his backpack, so he burned it with the insects. There was not enough food, but He Ningyan used various methods to get something to eat. The dried fish hanging from the mast is enough to eat until the end of the mission.

Aticha whispered, "There are still three days, and it will be over." Ho, this time thanks to you. ”

He Ning put the cigarette bowl on his lips and was silent for a while: "I want to thank you and wait until I go back." After that, drink the soup.

It was still so cold, but Aticha smiled and continued to drink the soup.

At night, when the sea breeze blows, it feels cool, and you need to cover it with a thin quilt and a blanket.

He Ningyan was asleep, and suddenly Aticha was shaking her: "He, there is movement!"

Immediately came to his senses, lifted up the tent and looked out. At this time, in the high tide, the floating raft is at the end of the pier of a hundred meters. And the pier suspension bridge has long been in the sea.

I saw a tour box car parked on the embankment, and there were several figures there.

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