Chapter 43: Fishing in the Sand Sea
That's a drop in the bucket. Besides, the water has been given, what will everyone drink later?
It takes two days to walk back to the nearest station.
He Lingchuan clasped his arms with both hands: "I bet you ten taels of silver, Sun Guoshi has already taken countermeasures, and it is not our turn to worry." "It's good to enjoy the shade with your back against a big tree.
Ten taels, Situ Han's face was bitter: "I can't afford to gamble." β
Sun Fuping glanced at them, and when he wiped the ring, there was an extra pomelo-sized and bulging ball in his hand.
This old guy really has the goods. He Lingchuan saw him stuff the ball into the mouth of the monster at the top of the staffβ
Then the big ball is gone.
Immediately afterwards, Sun Fuping turned the staff, pointed the beast's head at the pool, and whispered a few words.
The monster opened its mouth and spat out a thick, long column of water that fell straight into the pool.
"It's the marblefish's squirt." Sun Fuping's explanation is very casual.
He Lingchuan seems to have heard of this strange fish, it hides in the lake and sea in the middle of the kite country, and can even spray water jets to knock large prey on land such as cattle, horses, and young elephants into the water for food, and its spraying ability is very good. And in the dry season, it can live away from water for a month.
But at the moment, its jetting power is not needed. The bladder is able to shrink and store water, and even the weight is reduced.
It's a treasure of walking the desert.
After pouring water like this for more than two quarters of an hour, Nian Songyu suddenly said: "Something is wrong, the water surface has not expanded for a long time." β
According to the caliber of the monster's water, the bottom of the pool should have been full a long time ago, and even a small half of the pool of water should be raised. But under everyone's noses, the bottom of the pool is only two-thirds covered with water, and the remaining one-third is still dry.
Where does all the water go?
Sun Fuping stretched out his hand and pressed the bottom of the pool: "Sure enough, there are some doorways, and the water is sucked in." β
"So what do we do?"
Sun Fu's face was slightly dark: "Look again." β
After another quarter of an hour, the monster's stomach was squirted with water, and it even coughed twice. But the water at the bottom of the pool hasn't changed much from before.
You know, it's going to be a problem.
No matter how fast the plan changes, no matter how careful Sun Fuping's design is, there will always be times when he can't keep up with the situation.
Nian Songyu thought about it, turned his head and instructed Zeng Feixiong: "You go and collect everyone's water bladders." β
Zeng Feixiong was startled: "Take away the drinking water?" We're going to have to stay in the desert for a few days, and what if that's not enough? β
Nian Songyu looked at Sun Fuping and saw that he didn't speak, so he insisted on his opinion: "Don't fall short, go collect water quickly." β
On the desert march, water is used to save lives, and Zeng Feixiong can't imagine how much his subordinates resist this order: "But, but ......"
Nian Songyu's face sank: "Do you want to disobey?" β
Zeng Feixiong's heart was confused, and he couldn't help but look at He Chunhua.
Nian Songyu's eyes became even more gloomy. These sesame petty officials really don't have the eyesight to see.
He Chunhua didn't have any good way, did he disobey the order and go home, or splash everyone's drinking water into the pool and resign himself to fate?
It seems that either choice is irrational.
He was undecidable here, but he heard his eldest son Shi Shiran say: "Why is it so stiff? Took away the soldier's clear water, how to get out of the desert when you turn around? β
Nian Songyu said coldly: "Walk a hundred miles and a half ninety." What if that's all there is to it? β
"Can you guarantee that?"
Nian Songyu smiled: "Yes." β
What if you can't? By then, the water has been poured out, the raw rice has been ripe, and the soldiers still dare to mutiny?
He Lingchuan rolled his eyes, turned to Sun Fuping and asked, "The bottom of the pool should be filled with water, right?" β
"Yes."
"What if it wasn't Qing Shui?" The focus of He Lingchuan's thinking is here, "Is it okay for other liquids?" β
"For example?"
"Blood." In case these two guys wanted to be crooked and make human sacrifices or something, he quickly clarified, "I'm talking about the blood of monsters or strange beasts." The Panlong Desert is full of big guys, and it shouldn't be difficult to get a few to bleed. β
Sun Fuping's eyes suddenly lit up: "It makes sense!" The gods often use blood sacrifices, mixing blood in the pool, and the generous pot should not mind, but like it. He threw the walnut boat to Nian Songyu, and pointed at He Lingchuan, "You take people to the desert and get a few giant beasts back." β
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Everyone replenished Du Soul Scatter and entered the desert again.
Desert creatures and tricarcasses are more active on cool nights. Nian Songyu released a walnut boat for everyone to stand on, and ordered the boatman to put bait into the sand to fish.
Nian Songyu stood and He Lingchuan sitting, neither bothering to look at each other.
This time the fishing did not go well, and there was no prey for half a day. He Lingchuan sat with a sore back, and when a few three corpse insects left the walnut boat, he called someone to come over and beat him on the back.
"Comfortable, good! A little further down, yes, down! Use some force. β
The eldest young master of the He family sighed comfortably. Hedonism really sells muscles and bones, who would have thought that three months ago he would still be an otaku who was uncomfortable when someone approached within half a meter of his body?
Nian Songyu shook his head secretly, but saw He Lingchuan closing his eyes and asked, "Why did Captain Nian come to Blackwater City in person?" β
"What?"
"For the mission of no survivors, how can the general of the expedition to Peking University be willing to let his son end up in person?" He Lingchuan rolled his eyelids, "Is he your own father?" β
Nian Songyu's cheeks twitched: "Didn't He Junshou let you come with you?" Aren't you his species? β
Ginseng rooster, people who are not literary are not tactful. As soon as He Lingchuan waved his hand, he shot out the dagger and nailed it to the wooden strip that Nian Songyu was leaning on.
By the way, he is still very poor at throwing right now. When the knife is shot, he doesn't know where the knife will go.
Before Nian Songyu could react, his guards had already taken two steps forward, their swords unsheathed, and they were about to shout at He Lingchuan.
He Lingchuan pointed his finger in front of his lips and "shh He pointed down the boat, "If you forget the top priority, be careful of military law!" β
Nian Songyu waved his hand away from his subordinates, and said lightly: "If I can live, you may not." If you know each other obediently and be a good dog, then you and your father may be able to go back alive. Otherwise, Mrs. Ying will be widowed, and as for your brotherβ"
He licked his lips, and his eyes showed a little cruelty in his excitement: "Don't worry, whether you are dead or alive, I will definitely find a way to help him return to Dadu." He must be very popular in the capital! β
He Lingchuan stared at him and slowly sank his face.
Xunzhou Mu, Da Sima, Sun Guoshi, why are these three forces mixed together?
Maybe Daddy shouldn't have taken over the task of Dafang Kettle?
He Lingchuan was about to speak, when the fishing rod in the boatman's hand sank suddenly, almost dragging him directly off the bow of the boat.
The prey finally bites!
Then everyone worked together to finally get the stuff under the sand up.
This is still an earth dragon, but it is two sizes smaller than the two predecessors during the day, and can be stuffed into the ship.