One Hundred Days on an Uninhabited Island

There is a saying that after the rain, the sky is sunny. The second day after the rain on the island is a sunny day. The sun shines brightly early in the morning, shining brightly on the place where the beach can reach.

Wen Siqi carried the pile of firewood to the sun, put down the firewood and picked it up to feel it.

The surface layer is already dry, and then it will be wet and tender, and it can catch fire.

After laying out the firewood, attracting the fire, watching the fire burn the firewood, Wen Siqi spread the dead leaves brought from the forest beside the fire to dry.

She wondered if adding some dead leaves to the torch would make it easier to burn when blowing.

After adding some more firewood, Yao Yanan came over with an iron bucket in one hand and a shelf in the other, said hello to put down the bucket and shelf, turned around and left again.

The walking posture is a bit strange, like hiding a needle in the trousers, and the steps become graceful.

Wen Siqi pursed her lips and couldn't help smiling, disapproving of it.

Think about it too, anyone will feel uncomfortable when they are new to something unfamiliar.

The old lady sewed a few sutra belts last night. They were not long. They just pasted on the front and back. They were filled with plant ash. The laces were made of a rope twisted from bark fibers, and they were wrapped around the waist and tied with a knot. .

It looked ordinary, and I didn't see any signs of it, but it felt uncomfortable when I wore it. Yao Yanan wore it all night, and complained to them about the torture he experienced all night.

It's a bit pitiful, but after a long time, you will get used to it. Most human beings are extremely adaptable. Otherwise, how could people's footprints spread all over the world, and how could they survive on the two islands.

Concentrating on it, Wen Siqi set up two tripods to support it, and hung it on the iron bucket.

It has just rained, and it has been raining all day. The humidity in the cave is a bit damp. It is not suitable to stay in the cave today. After a while, other people will come to the beach, and there will only be a fire in the cave to dehumidify.

Speaking of which, it was the rain that made their water resources temporarily free from the dilemma of whether they could make ends meet. The small pool they found in the jungle was enough for them to live in luxury for a while. Put your worries aside and explore the island.

"Mom, Yuyu!"

As soon as a few more sticks were added to the fire, the sound of excitement came from the coast.

Wen Siqi looked up, and in front of her field of vision, Wen Suiyun trotted over holding a small basket.

This basket was made by the old lady with extra rattan. It was about the size of Lin Jianfei's face, and it was just right for washing fish and shellfish.

It is not a small sea fish, silvery white, estimated to be [-] to [-] centimeters long, I don't know what kind it is, but it is fine to eat.

"It's not too young, now we can have extra meals, it's so awesome~"

Rubbing her daughter's head and giving her a small compliment, Wen Siqi grabbed the fish from the basket, then pulled out the aluminum knife she carried at her waist, and walked to the side stone.

The sea fish struggled on the rocks, trying to escape back into the sea, the splash of water splashed Wen Siqi's face, and the half-raised knife was delayed.

"Mom, let Madam come."

Wen Suiyun squatted beside her, watching her mother hesitate, she tugged at the hem of her mother's clothes distressedly.

Wen Siqi suddenly came back to her senses, and smiled at her, "It's okay, Mom was just thinking about where to cut the knife, so that it can go faster."

Wen Suiyun believed the statement, and seriously thought about ways to kill fish quickly.

"Pat the head of the fish! Mom, when I see Ah Tai and Sister Zhenzhen killing fish, they will pat the head first to make them faint."

"Fish head?"

Wen Siqi glanced at the fish's head, and then looked at the fragile aluminum knife in her hand. Feeling that it would not be knocked unconscious, she put down the knife and picked up a smaller stone next to it.

Crack it, and the fish is still jumping.

Wen Siqi took a deep breath again, recalling the approximate seat her aunt had told her, touched her finger lightly and then moved back, with another snap, Yu fainted.

Wen Siqi put down the stone, breathed a sigh of relief, her lips were slightly pale.

"Is the fish dead?"

"No, just fainted."

Changing her breath again, Wen Siqi picked up the aluminum knife again, pierced the sharp point from the gills of the fish, cut open the belly along the flesh, then put down the aluminum knife, and reached into her fingers to dig out the internal organs.

It took Wen Siqi a long time to remove the internal organs of the fish with stiff fingers, and the movements seemed a little rusty. Just as she was about to take it back to cook, she suddenly remembered that the scales had not been removed, so she picked up the aluminum knife and scraped off the scales clumsily.

It took a little longer, Jiang Xinran and Ye Yajie both brought pots and bowls, and Wen Siqi only scraped off a quarter of the fish's scales.

"Hey, there is a fish!"

As soon as she got here, Ye Yajie dropped the things in her hand and surrounded her. When she saw the fish, her eyes seemed to light up for a while, and then her high emotions fell back.

The fish was too miserable, half of his body was covered with scars, and the aluminum knife scraped on his body was cutting bones and flesh.

Turning her head to look at Wen Siqi, seeing Wen Siqi's face, Ye Yajie quickly glanced at Jiang Xinran, then quietly patted Wen Suiyun on the shoulder, beckoned to her and walked aside.

Wen Suiyun followed with doubts in his head.

Ye Yajie stretched out her hand to take a look, hooked Wen Suiyun and knelt down and bit her ear, "Did your mother never kill a fish?"

Although she was asking, she didn't have any doubts. Instead, she was certain that Wen Siqi was what she thought.

Wen Suiyun also nodded her head as she thought.

Ye Yajie asked again: "Is she afraid of fish?"

"Mom is not afraid, and she likes fish very much. Every time she catches fish, she will put them back."

"Put it back? Is she still a vegetarian?"

No, Wen Siqi ate meat.

Ye Yajie didn't think this woman was vegetarian either.

Wen Suiyun didn't know what she was thinking, so when she heard her question, she replied, "Mom doesn't like to kill. My aunt said that my mother is a kind person."

Wen Siqi is kind?

Ye Yajie wanted to laugh subconsciously, but she calmed down immediately, feeling that her words were irrefutable, no matter how she got along with each other on the island, or Jiang Xinran when she met strangers before she met, her actions can make people feel clearly She was kind, but when facing Xiao Ye and herself, she was so decisive that people were afraid.

Wen Siqi is a kind person, Ye Yajie didn't refute, but said she didn't like to kill...

Ye Yajie had something to say, and the snake skin that was blown on the previous island also had something to say.

"If she doesn't like killing, how can she still eat meat? It's not because she didn't kill herself so she can feel at ease."

She murmured in disdain.

"You're right. It's true that you feel at ease because you didn't kill yourself. The so-called release of life because you can't bear to kill is just to satisfy your ridiculous compassion."

Ye Yajie couldn't laugh anymore, she felt as if thorns from Wang Zhenzhen's biu had been inserted into her back one after another, and she had a numb and sharp feeling.

She turned around stiffly, raised her eyes slightly, and saw Wen Siqi smiling elegantly, the sunlight from the east was shining on her, so bright and dazzling that she almost couldn't open her profane 'dog eyes'.

"You you you...you heard everything?"

With a trembling voice, Ye Yajie looked at her good sister eagerly, hoping to be denied.

Then, she saw mercy.

play ball.

Ye Yajie's face was dead, and the relative's face was paralyzed.

Wen Siqi looked at her and smiled, "Don't hide your voice, every child is a soprano."

"child?"

Looking back, there is a face that is so innocent and ignorant that it is close at hand. The similarity of the younger ones gives Ye Yajie the illusion that she is complaining to others.

Expressionless, she let go of Wen Suiyun's hand, Ye Yajie stood up and patted her arms, as if she was patting something disgusting, for a long time.

The old lady whispered to you, where are you playing the trumpet?

The farce that wasn't farce ended quickly when the others came over.

After breakfast, it's time to work again.

There is not enough firewood. After burning all day yesterday, there is only one-third of the firewood in the cave. I have to cut more firewood today.

Yao Yanan and Mu Jie took their axes and headed into the jungle, and they almost did all the work of chopping firewood.

The old man was drying the pottery products kneaded yesterday by the fire, sitting by the fire and watching while continuing to tap the fishing nets.

The old lady and Han Tang sat under the tree to catch up with the equipment for exploring the island.

The pannier has already been woven, and only two more straps are needed, and a pair and a half of straw sandals have been woven, which can be completed in two days.

Lin Jianfei was sharpening the spear. The tip of the spear he sharpened before was a little blunt, and the attack power was obviously insufficient, and the body of the stick was also thinner. A little effort would risk breaking. There may be large dangerous creatures on this island. There are also battles, and the weapons are suddenly broken during the battle, and the life may be lost, so there must be strong weapons, spears are the first, and stone knives are the second.

Wen Suiyun picked up a gray-black stone with sharp edges and just the right size to be held in one hand. Wang Zhenzhen was sharpening it, and then tied it to the place where he was holding it. strips of cloth.

Ye Yajie took Wen Suiyun to look for seafood in the intertidal zone, watching them bend down from time to time, she must have gained something.

Everyone was busy, and Wen Siqi and Jiang Xinran were no exception. They went to the digging place to dig some turpentine from the pine trees they saw, and then put the turpentine by the fire to heat it up for oil.While the resin was heating, the two mashed the charcoal and dead leaves together.

After making almost the same preparations, Jiang Xinran brought over together with the pot and catheter for distilling seawater.

"Is the hole too small?"

The plastic tube is only as thick as an index finger. If the solid part is removed, the index finger can only wear halfway through it, and if it is too much, it will get stuck.Jiang Xinran poked it with her index finger, feeling that the fire pockets she made would not fit in.

Make the fire pockets more detailed?

Jiang Xinran thought about it and thought she could try it, so she told Wen Siqi her idea.

Wen Siqi didn't say anything, just picked out the wooden branches they used to glue the charcoal leaves and handed them over.

Jiang Xinran frowned and looked at it for a while, then took the wooden branch and inserted it into the catheter, two-thirds of the space was taken up.This wooden branch is already a suitable wooden branch. If you make one thinner, you may have to bend your waist.

The wooden branches couldn't be thinner, that would only make the duct wider, but they couldn't re-melt the duct, and they couldn't find hollow plants in the jungle.

what can we do about it?

Jiang Xinran looked at Wen Siqi and saw the smile on the other person's face. She knew that Wen Siqi had a solution, so she pondered for a while.

Suddenly there was a slight sound in her ear, she turned her head and saw that it was the old man turning the pottery.

"Make one?"

Jiang Xinran thought of a way.

"Make one."

Wen Siqi picked up a firewood and shook it.

The firewood is a bit thick, about three fingers wide, and it may be possible to stick mud on it to make one or two sleeves.

When they thought of it, they tried it, and the two of them went to dig the mud again. The old man, Ye Yajie, and Wen Suiyun scoured away all the mud from the day before yesterday.

Dig up the mud, knead it to remove particles, then mix it with water and continue kneading until almost the same time, Wen Siqi mixed the mud on the peeled firewood, and dug a small hole in the mud one centimeter from the top to ventilate and avoid fire. Zhezi loses oxygen and goes out.

At the same time, Wen Siqi asked the old man to make a cover for the casing, leaving a small hole in the middle of the cover for a fire pocket.

When Wen Siqi was messing with the mud, the pine resin turned into oil. Jiang Xinran poured the pine oil into the pounded carbon powder and crushed leaves, and then kneaded them together by hand, then took the wooden branch, and put the kneaded carbon leaves together Glued to the wood branch.

Stick two, more than enough.

After sticking the torches, Jiang Xinran put them aside to dry.

After about two hours in the sun, Jiang Xinran picked up a torch and put it into the fire.

"It's on."

Ye Yajie cried out in joy, Jiang Xinran was so frightened that she hurriedly took back the booklet.

Because it wasn't stretched too deep, the fire started to grow. Jiang Xinran blew out two breaths to extinguish the flame, leaving only sparks burning red.

"Success?"

"Looks like it is."

Just like mosquito coils, the sparks burn slowly, there is a faint light smoke, and you can smell the pine in the smoke.

Jiang Xinran couldn't help being happy, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.