Desert Island Records: PUBG

Chapter 35 Fish in the Sea
"gull……"

"Gull...gull..."

The waves rolled, the sea water collided, and several seabirds were circling and flying in the blue sky and the blue sky. Their calls mixed with the tidal sound of the sea water under the sky, and gradually spread to the surroundings.

It diffuses in the sky, falls in the ocean, flows to the small island, and reaches any place that can be reached by the three surrounding islands or the deep blue sea.

The almost largest reef in the sea, and the fishing tent above the reef, Zhou Hui, who was holding a fishing rod in one hand and mopping his cheek with the other hand in the fishing tent, also heard the same sound.

The body did not feel hot under the shadow of the fishing tent made of branches and leaves, and consistent with this, the fishing rod also remained motionless.

After 32 minutes and [-] seconds passed, Zhou Hui stopped counting in his heart boredly, and turned to observe the seabirds in the sky, whether they were seagulls or petrels. They flew over his head four or five times, and they called There are dozens of sounds, the sound sounds very happy, but I just don't know if they can maintain this joy when they learn to climb trees and clean up all the eggs in their nests.

After thinking wildly for a while, I retracted my attention. After sitting here for a long time, I got used to it. There is still a sea view to see. It is not as boring as before, but because I have not had a good rest these days, I still feel sleepy. At this moment, I am thinking about it , All attention is focused on the fishing rod.

After another period of time, the fishhook was still swaying under the push of the sea water, without feeling the slightest pulling force.

The cries of the seabirds disappeared, replaced by large milky white clouds floating slowly in the sky. Naturally, the shapes of the clouds were not so standardized, twisted and crooked, but some large clouds seemed to him to be able to The magical kingdom floating in the sky is flying towards here at this moment.

Plus, the air here is really nice.

The extraordinarily fresh environment makes the body and mind very comfortable.

Under the shadow of the fishing tent, Zhou Hui felt that he could experience the fun of fishing a little bit. He didn't know what it was like for others to fish, but he felt peaceful at the moment anyway.

The breeze on the sea came and went, went and came again. After the breeze chased each other back and forth many times without knowing it, a little pulling force suddenly came from the fishing rod
After being slightly dazed, he opened his half-closed eyes and focused on looking down at the fishing rod in his hand. After a while, Wei Wei's feeling of exertion fell on his hands again.

Zhou Hui's heart moved slightly, and he lifted his arms up, feeling the strain obviously. After feeling the strength from the hemp rope and fishing line, he stopped lifting and circling, and started to swing the fishing rod quickly, towards the sea surface. Mention!

After realizing that his hands could not use his strength in the fishing tent, Zhou Hui hurried out of the fishing tent, stood on the reef, and lifted or lowered the fishing rod with a little excitement.

He has no fishing experience, and he doesn't quite know what the meaning of virtual mentioning and decentralization is. He just watched the fishermen's movements on his mobile phone and simply imitated them, thinking that since he did this, it must be reasonable and right.

However, like fishermen, Zhou Hui didn’t want the hooked fish to fly away like cooked ducks. After touching it a few times and letting it go, he started to lift it straight up instead of letting it down:
Thump!
Zhou Hui was pleasantly surprised to see a big silver fish jumping out of the sea, and watched in amazement as the big silver fish fell back into the sea, and then sank without a trace in the sea.

Decoupling?
No, it doesn't appear to be decoupling.

Because there was still a feeling of heavy jumping on the hook, when he lifted the hook in doubt, he saw a small fish with silver scales hanging on the hook, still struggling in mid-air.

Zhou Hui smiled.

In this regard, he didn't feel unlucky, but felt lucky. If the big fish just bit his fishing rod made of simple materials, it would probably be broken.

Grabbing the hemp rope fishing line, the little silver fish was still struggling. I put it on the reef and looked at it closely. It was said that the small fish was actually only compared to the big fish, and the little silver fish was bigger than his palm. Enough to eat.

Looking at the tenacious whitebait jumping left and right on the reef, Zhou Hui couldn't bear it, and felt that this scene was indeed a bit cruel.

So, he grabbed the stone thrown aside and held it high in the air, and threw it on the head of the fish, so as to end the painful struggle of the whitebait before it died!

One hit, it was not accurate, and it hit the fish. The whitebait was still struggling, and blood accumulated and flowed in the crevices of the reef.

Zhou Hui frowned, and thumped and thumped down several stones, even if he missed the target, he hit the target, and the silver fish finally struggled a few times and stopped moving.

"Finally smashed to death..." said to himself, Zhou Hui breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, looked up at the blue sky, took the fishing rod and started to return to the beach with the whitebait on the fishing line.

Walking in the water for a short distance, they said it was food, but what they were holding was indeed a dead body. The blood dripping from the dead body flowed all the way into the clear sea water, dyeing the sea water red and yellow. He didn't dare to look back, and was short of breath.

Killing is of course not the first time killing, whether it is crushing an ant or stoning a poisonous snake, it is killing, but one is too small to see the tragedy clearly, and the other is far away, even if it is boiled coconut for a few days on the island There was no red blood flowing from the crab or the conch.

It was the first time that he personally killed a bloody creature so closely, and it would be somewhat uncomfortable.

However, all this lasted at most until the stomach protested.

At this time, Zhou Hui had only one task, and that was to collect firewood and light the fire to boil the water, just waiting for the fish to be put into the pot!
After collecting all the firewood, lighting the fire, and adding water to the pot, Zhou Hui took a few reefs and shells and prepared to process the whitebait at the seaside with the help of sea water.

The poor conditions made the first step extremely difficult. Zhou Hui pressed the fish with his left hand, while holding a piece of shell with his right hand, he scratched vigorously on the whitebait.

Fortunately, I don't know what kind of whitebait doesn't have hard scales, otherwise it would be a difficult problem to deal with the scales alone.

But even so, Zhou Hui worked extremely hard. The beach and tide were stained red with red blood, and the whitebait fell into the pool of blood. Its body split in all directions, and even the head of the fish was almost half torn off by the hard cutting belt. It changed shape, it didn't look like it was processing ingredients, but it looked like the scene of a murder case.

In this regard, Zhou Hui was helpless, and even worsened the whole fish head until it was almost broken into pieces of meat before being divided and discarded into the seawater.

Also thrown into the sea were all the guts of the whitebait.

With the help of the washing of the sea tide, a food that was suspected to be dismembered, tattered and without the slightest aesthetic feeling was processed.

As for the production process, it is simple, just throw the fish body into the clean water and boil it.

On an isolated island with no oil, no salt, and no seasoning, there are only the most primitive and simplest cooking methods.

No, it seems there are... Zhou Hui, who was troubled by the monotonous taste, thought of something, and took out a few green fruits from his pocket.

Very sour green fruit.

In the end, these blue fruits were washed with sea water, smashed into puree with stones, and thrown into the boiling iron pot by him, and then he waited for a pot of delicious food to come out.

(End of this chapter)