My Deep-sea Fishery

Xiang Yang smiled embarrassedly.

In fact, Xiang Yang knew that fishermen by the sea had different ways of eating jellyfish.

For example, Fatty Zuo likes jellyfish soup the most.

Cut the fresh jellyfish into shreds and wash them with water several times, add vinegar and sugar, add some sesame oil and garlic, and finally add some coriander and minced chili according to your favorite taste.

A large part of the reason why Fatty Zuo grew so fat is due to this jellyfish soup. He can drink a large bowl of it by himself, and it is absolutely not an exaggeration!

However, Xiang Yang felt that this was a relatively backward local practice in Yanlong Village.

Cold jellyfish is the food that is truly accepted by the public.

In fact, what Xiang Yang didn't know was that it was not that jellyfish soup was not accepted by the public.

But to make jellyfish soup, you must use fresh jellyfish.

In the hotels outside, the freshest jellyfish that can be eaten is generally to copy jellyfish brains. Even if the meat of the jellyfish brains is still thick and chewy after marinating, it is considered a very high-grade delicacy.

In the end, Chen Qingsheng showed off his skills and made a copy of each of the several jellyfish practices he knew. Xiang Yang's food was crisp and delicious, and the other crew members also ate them one by one.

After eating sting jellyfish and repairing them in place for one night, the fleet continued to penetrate the Antarctic.

Along the way, Xiang Yang saw the Antarctic continent covered by ice.

I also saw many wonders that are almost impossible to see in other places.

At the same time, Xiang Yang also discovered that the ice sheet covering the inner land of Antarctica was not all ice as he had imagined before coming, but was covered with a layer of snow. The snow stretched like waves, endless, and the wind followed the snowflakes. Drifting across the snow, like a diffuse mist.

Xiang Yang was sailing on the clear and transparent icy water. The high-altitude wind-blown clouds would pull out filaments like ribbons, and their shadows would fall on the sea like a moving ice lake.

"Master Chen, have you ever been to the inland Antarctica?" Xiang Yang asked Chen Qingsheng.

Chen Qingsheng was stunned for a moment, "I am a fisherman, and I am not engaged in scientific research. Why would I go to the inland Antarctica if I have nothing to do?"

Xiang Yang secretly said a pity, in fact, Xiang Yang still wanted to go to the inland Antarctica to take a look.

When he was in school before, Xiang Yang once read a report.

According to the report, the sky in the interior of Antarctica is clear and bright when the weather is clear, and it can be seen from a distance.

Some astrophysicists like the topography of Antarctica and the dry air of Antarctica the most.

Clean air makes the sky above Antarctica extraordinarily transparent. Using advanced science and technology, humans can observe the pulsation of noise radiation that permeates the entire universe in Antarctica.

Since this pulsation is a remnant of the "big bang" of the universe, it can reveal some details of the beginning of the universe.

"I'm actually a little curious about why the snow doesn't turn into ice immediately after the snow falls in a cold place like Antarctica all year round." Xiang Yang said with a smile.

As far as Xiang Yang knows, snow in Antarctica is generally ice crystal snow.

Because the Antarctic is very cold, the water vapor in the atmosphere will form ice crystals and snow particles as long as it is cold. Even at moderate temperatures, hexagonal or pyramid-shaped ice crystals will be formed. These ice crystals are logically easy. It will directly become ice cubes, and will not maintain the shape of snow.

But having said that, when such ice crystals fall, the prism effect will appear under the sunlight.

The ice crystal decomposes the sunlight into colored light, dyes the entire sky into color, reflecting the world like a fairy tale.

The ice crystals under the sun will form a seven-color halo and multiple halos, showing a large light spot at the intersection of some halos, which looks like several suns.

This scenario often occurs on cloudy and calm days in Antarctica.

When Xiang Yang was chatting with Chen Qingsheng, the scene in the sky changed again.

Xiang Yang raised his head and looked at the clouds in the sky.

"It turns out to be the rarest pure white weather." Xiang Yang said in surprise.

"Brother Yang, what is pure white weather?" Fang Youqun asked.

Xiang Yang glanced at Fang Youqun and said with a smile: "We are lucky. Antarctica often has some strange weather. Pure white weather is the rarest. The ground, sky and ocean are pure white, as if Tiandi has become a giant milk jug."

Fang Youqun looked around, "The sky is indeed white, I haven't seen the land, but where is the sea white?"

"Don't worry, the pure white weather is still forming, and the sea will turn white after a while." Xiang Yang said with a smile.

In pure white weather, the Antarctic sky looks like clouds and fog with zero visibility.

If there is a plane flying over the sky at this time, the plane will fall here, because in pure white weather, the plane will completely lose its direction.

At the same time, the car on the ground will not be able to start.

Because in pure white weather, the vehicle can also not see any direction at all.

Not long after Xiang Yang’s words fell, as expected, a thin layer of mist slowly appeared on the surface of the sea. Then, the mist quickly thickened and soon became invisible, and the surrounding area was completely white. In the ocean.

"Brother Yang, I can't see it anymore." At this moment, Fang Youqun's panicked voice came from Xiang Yang's ear.

Xiang Yang hurriedly said, "From now on, everyone will stand still and not move. It is absolutely not allowed to get close to the side of the ship."

Soon, the fleet was forced to stop.

In pure white weather, Mo said it was sailing, and people might even fall into the sea while walking.

"This is not the usual foggy weather. This kind of weather is called the Antarctic Dead Light. In this kind of weather, people can't see anything with the naked eye. At this time, it's the most terrifying. The only thing is that he is messed up, so everyone can only stand in place and never walk around." Xiang Yang shouted loudly.

Xiang Yang's prestige among the crew is very high, and there are Chen Qingsheng and others to help maintain order. Soon, the deck becomes quiet, Xiang Yang can even hear the heartbeat of the people around, but he didn't hear it. There was the sound of anyone walking on the deck.

Amidst the vast expanse of whiteness, it was quiet all around.

After a long time, Fang Youqun asked, “Brother Yang, how long will the whiteness of the surroundings last? If it doesn’t work, I’ll go back to the cabin. Don’t worry, I can go in the cabin with my eyes closed.”

Fang Youqun's words received a response from some people, and many people didn't want to stay in the middle of the vast expanse of white that couldn't see their fingers for a moment.

When Xiang Yang heard this, he immediately frowned, "Don't make trouble, the Antarctic death light won't last long, stay in place with peace of mind, this clean white weather will pass immediately, and now it is easy to cause unnecessary safety accidents when returning to the cabin. ."

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