Frequently shuttling between the two realms, he was a little irritable. It's good to say that every time I go to the island world, I have to stay curious, and I feel like I'm going to collapse when I look for it three times in a row. Changing moods anytime and anywhere is really not something that just anyone can play. He sincerely admires the actors who change their faces more than they drink water.

After transporting these two hundred catties of rice to the island, he lay directly on the beach and gasped for breath. When the body is tired, the heart is even more tired. But the boat was still on the shore and had to be returned before dawn. I could only struggle to get up. It was almost dawn when we got back from the boat's hideout, and there were already voices from the camp. Jeon Hao sighed. You slept soundly, and I worked as a porter all night. Buying so many bags of rice, drivers who want to take a taxi are reluctant to pull it.

After a night's rest, the refugees were in a much better state of mind. Most are half-lying or leaning against trees. There was no interpersonal communication, people were far away, and everyone's guard did not seem to let go because the night passed. Only when Quan Hao walked by, did these people sit up straight or even stand up. opened their mouths but were silent, and they didn't even dare to say anything before Quan Hao opened his mouth. looks like he wants to come over but doesn't dare.

Quan Hao saw gratitude, fear, confusion, and more complicated feelings in their eyes. Men, women, young and old, all of them were thin and withered, and they were poorly clothed. Most people don't even have shoes on their feet. He hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hands in front of everyone's gaze, hooked them into his arms, and motioned for these people to come to him. The gesture of hooking hands is still very easy to understand, and no one dares to ignore it, like a gust of wind. The refugees walked or crawled, scrambling to crowd in front of him, looking at Quan Hao without blinking, lest they miss any information.

It is often adult men who grab the nearest position, and those who are small and weak are excluded from the periphery. Jeon Hao couldn't help but think of the chicks competing for food. He coughed unnaturally, staring at him with too many pairs of eyes that made him feel like a thorn in his back. The last time he said it in front of everyone was when he was a student, and his classmates wouldn't stare at you with the eyes of a lifesaver.

"Can anyone understand me?" he asked tentatively.

There was silence among the refugees.

"Does anyone know what I'm talking about?" he repeated aloud without giving up.

He was greeted by a pair of confused eyes.

Quan Hao was a little disappointed. He glanced at the dark and thin faces in front of him, and no one looked like he was full of poetry and books. Since they were once refugees, it is unlikely that these people would have lived a prosperous life. Given the prevalence of education in ancient times, and the social reality that only a few farmers could support a full-time student, he felt that there was little hope.

But Jeon Hao still felt that he should try, and pulled out the handle of the speargun and pointed it on the beach. I just remembered that the characters had to be in traditional Chinese, and the ancients didn't know simplified characters.

Now he is worried, in the world where computers are popular, there is less and less time to write. Even in simplified Chinese, he inevitably forgot to write a pen. Not to mention the more complicated and cumbersome traditional characters. If you want to say that you know Quan Hao, you dare to say that he knows most of the traditional Chinese characters, but it is difficult for him to write it really well. After hesitating for a long time, he wrote down a dragon character, and he didn't dare to guarantee whether the strokes were right.

Clicking on a lonely square word, Quan Hao failed to reap the surprise. The refugees can only be described as at a loss. He looked at whom, and the man promised to bow his head like a quail. Quan Hao had to change the way, crossed out the square words on the beach, and slapped his hands to signal everyone to pay attention to his hands. Then raise your right hand. Extend one, two, and three fingers in turn. In front of everyone's eyes, he first made a suddenly realized expression and nodded, and then immediately changed his head to scratch his ears and cheeks. Then his expression closed and he turned his gaze to the crowd.

This action is still very easy to understand. The simplest three numbers are one, two, and three, nod when you understand it, and shake your head if you don't understand. In the case of communication barriers, it is necessary to start with the simplest.

The refugees finally understood. Although Jeon Ho's behavior was a little funny, no one dared to laugh. Everyone nodded vigorously. Whoever Jeon Hao's gaze falls on, the faster he nods. It seems that not doing so is not enough to express their sincere fears.

The first step worked well. Quan Hao raised his hands again, from one finger to ten fingers in turn. If it were on Earth, six to a dozen numbers would have had a special gesture. But he could only add fingers up and down.

A piece of chicken pecking rice. Before he could finish his gesture, someone couldn't wait to nod their heads. Last time it was one to three, this time it is one to ten, and it is not difficult to understand.

Quan Hao bent down and drew a circle on the beach under the attention of everyone. A dozen short lines representing light were added to the outside of the circle. Raise your hand and point to the sky, which means that this represents the sun. Then he drew a crescent moon next to the sun, pointing to the sky, and this one represented the moon. Then he stood up and touched the sun on the ground with his toes, and drew an arc in the sky with his hand, and a little moon, another arc. After doing this, he held out a finger. Continue to repeat the previous movement, and the fingers become two. Repeat, three.

It is not difficult to guess what this means, the sun and the moon pass through the sky once a day. After that, the finger represents the number of days.

He pointed to the surface of the sea and to his feet. Continue to shine your fingers one by one. Q: The refugees have been floating at sea for a few days.

This time, the reply from the other side was not so neat. Some stretched out four fingers, others hesitated to stretch out five. There are also three, two, or even six ones. But in general, four days is considered to be the most, followed by five days.

Quanhao chooses to trust most – four to five days. The reason why some people think that four days and others think that five days is that he thinks it is just a deviation in understanding. For example, in the period of four and a half days, it seems that it is impossible to say whether it should be counted as four or five. Besides, after all, the arrival time of the refugees is still before and after.

If the canoe drifts 1.5 to 2 kilometers per hour, four to five days means that they are coming from a distance of 15 to 250 kilometers. But these people had no food or drink, and they had to experience sun exposure during the day, and there was no way to shelter themselves from the shade in the empty sea and in the narrow canoes. It stands to reason that the water in their bodies will be lost quickly. People can't be short of water for a day, how did they hold on for so long? With questions, Quan Hao made a gesture of drinking water and pointed to the sea.

This time, the refugees replied neatly, all raising their hands and pointing to the sky. There are those who have a less hoarse voice, and there is a "whoosh" sound coming out of their mouths.

It's raining, no wonder. And looking at the survival rate of the refugees, the rain has either been heavy or has rained more than once.

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