Desert Island Records: PUBG

Chapter 84 Deserted Island Life (7)

The light was still bright, and the sea in the distance was still quiet. After a long time, Zhou Hui let out a long breath, raised his right hand, and rubbed his forehead.

Being affected by the environment...Zhou Hui put down his raised hand and stood up. After initially relaxing, he realized that he was affected by the surrounding environment. Human beings live in groups. be affected abnormally.

And myself, uh... Maybe I should have survived on this island for more than half a month, less than a month.

In order not to be affected psychologically by loneliness, and in order not to collapse early when he has the resources, Zhou Hui decided that he should find more things for himself to do, so as not to feel bored and feel that the world is pale enough to collapse.

For example, before, or because of survival, because of the threat of wild boars, I didn't think so much.

Walking to the beach, Zhou Hui glanced at the long and narrow stretch of bright sand in the left and right directions, and started jogging in one direction.

A little exercise can help you relax and clear up cloudy emotions, and you can never go wrong with a little exercise.

Running in the sun, it was a little hot, but Zhou Hui felt in a good mood after exercising. As for the issue of physical exertion, there are a lot of wild boar meat now.

Running from one end of the long and narrow sandy beach to the other, and stopping after a few laps, Zhou Hui wiped some sweat from his forehead, feeling that with the secretion of sweat, he also secreted his own negative emotions.

Because these two days were almost three meals a day, Zhou Hui, who had finished exercising this lap without eating breakfast, didn't feel hungry, but felt happier.

After running back to the camp, Zhou Hui quickly made charcoal toothpaste with the burning flame, stuck it on the soft cloth toothbrush he made, brushed his teeth with sea water by the sea, and enjoyed a delicious breakfast.

In the morning, he swam in the shallow sea which was clear to the bottom and not dangerous. He was familiar with the sea and while soaking in the cool sea water, he accidentally caught two big blue crabs in the sea.

Before noon, he returned to the island forest and went to the muddy swamp where he almost got stuck before. Using a few large banana leaves, he carefully took out some mud from the swamp and brought it back to the camp.

The mud taken out from the swamp is fine muddy water, which is not mixed with impurities such as stones and hard soil. Except for a little more water, it is very in line with Zhou Hui's imagination of using mud to try to shape the raw material of clay bowls

Under the coconut tree, Zhou Hui took down the big iron pot squatting on the flame, and what was inside was not delicious food, but very fine clay!
That's right, in order to find a way to remove a large amount of water from the muddy water, Zhou Hui thought of pouring the muddy water into an iron pot, and then put it on the flame, stirring it repeatedly like cooking vegetables, until the water was almost removed, and then took it out. Down.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly bad idea was actually successful once, so it was filled with a lot of muddy water, and it really turned into fine mud!
As for the stolen iron pot, when it is finished, wash it carefully with sea water.

After the temperature cooled down, Zhou Hui reached into the iron pot with both hands, and came out with a large ball of fine but not soft mud, and then threw it on the banana leaf to start shaping.

Of course, he has never learned how to sculpt, and he doesn't know how to shape, but he can barely squeeze out a bowl, and then squeeze out a space from the inside, so it's a bowl, right?

Not long after, Zhou Hui squeezed out a bowl.

An... ugly clay bowl.

Looking at the clay bowl the size of a ping-pong paddle placed on a banana leaf, Zhou Hui once again confirmed that he really didn't have any talent in this area. The clay bowl was the size of a ping-pong paddle, but the space inside was not just a whole One circle, the rim of the bowl is really thick.

This is like a rough "bowl".

Following this pattern again, Zhou Hui made two more clay bowls, which looked a little better, but the clay was used up.

After the clay bowls were finished, Zhou Hui placed a small amount of firewood around the three clay bowls and lit them. After the fire was almost burned and the mud became solid, he piled a large amount of firewood on top with confidence. Just collapse the mud bowl first.

At noon, Zhou Hui had his lunch, which consisted of a blue crab caught by chance while swimming, smoked and roasted wild boar, and kelp, a pot of food cooked together.

The kelp is a long piece of kelp that he brought back from the other side of the island for nutritional balance. It is worth mentioning that although the kelp and the two blue crabs belong to a certain degree of seafood, Zhou Hui instinctively feels In this way, cooking together will make a pot of dark dishes, so put the easier-to-cook blue crabs into the pot first, and after tasting its deliciousness, add the smoked wild boar and some kelp, and put them together Cook together.

Seaweed and salt pork are stewed together, which is still delicious.

Just in the afternoon, when the sun was almost at its strongest, Zhou Hui took a fishing rod, hung a bit of rotten pork on the iron hook, walked slowly to the reef, and threw the bait to the bottom of the reef. In the broken white waves hitting the reef and the light blue water, I caught fish at sea.

Huge white clouds moved slowly in the sky, not knowing where they were going.

The turbulent ocean is full of deep blue water at a glance, with no end in sight, and no one knows where the end of the sea is connected to the land.

The refreshing sea breeze blows here and there, blows away and blows back, as if they were chasing and running for each other, until they all went to nowhere.

Zhou Hui admired these, felt these beauties, and gradually he was almost drunk, or fell asleep, and he didn't pay attention to the movement of the fishing rod in his hand at all.

Fishing is not fishing, the main thing is to enjoy the scenery and relax, and he has a lot of smoked pork placed there, and now he is not short of food at all.

In the real afternoon, the pure white clouds were slowly rendered a little burnt yellow by the westward sun, and then the burnt yellow gradually became thicker and turned into orange red.

The orange red is in full bloom, as if in every cloud in the sky, there is a small orange sun emitting orange light.

Under the vast sky of blue and orange, there is a sea of ​​blue and orange. The sea itself is covered with a layer of blue, and now it is covered with a layer of orange light. The two colors permeate each other. The ocean is so beautiful.

It is so beautiful that it is illusory, and it is so beautiful that it is like a blue and orange painting painted by a painter with blue and orange pens.

The scene on the turbulent ocean is already so beautiful, and the shallow sea close to the beach superimposes this beauty, because the turbulence of the shallow sea is too small compared to the deep sea, and only when the tide recedes completely does not surge again. When it rises, it will be like the ocean.

And when the sea water is not surging, the orange-blue sea water can reflect the color of the sky, and even the beauty of the sky is attracted to such sea water.

In this way, the blue-orange-doped sky and the pictures of clouds are superimposed with the pictures of interpenetrating blue-orange sea water, forming a dreamlike scene.

When the sea water surged into a flowing tide again, such a scene was washed away by the sea water at once, turning into blue and orange paints.

Zhou Hui stood in such seawater, holding a wooden spear with both hands, and then stabbed the spear into the seawater.

A moment later, a touch of blood-red pigment was added to the tidal sea water mixed with blue and orange.

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