After Chen Yang finished explaining, he came to the conclusion: "So, my wife, not only is this muddy water not dirty, it is the cleanest. It can be understood that it has been filtered by activated carbon and will not contain any germs. You can drink it with confidence."
After he finished speaking, he sat down on the edge of the mud pit. He didn't drink immediately, but pressed and pressed his hands in the mud pit.
Immediately, a basin-shaped depression appeared in the mud pit.
Chen Yang stopped and dug out a large pile of soil on the side. He glanced to the side and kneaded his hands as if kneading dough.
As he was doing this, he explained: "Honey, let's wait for the newly filtered water before drinking it."
"Judging from the condition of this mud pit, there is plenty of groundwater here and it will be filled up soon."
Tang Wan breathed a sigh of relief and sat next to Chen Yang.
She was very satisfied without having to drink the muddy water that was half muddy and half saliva.
"Chen Yang, what are you doing?"
Tang Wan watched Chen Yang's movements curiously.
"Make a container that can barely hold water and use it for what you need."
Chen Yang turned around and smiled, and then started working under Tang Wan's gaze.
It didn't take long before a rough and ugly kettle shape was pinched out.
Then the second and the third.
Chen Yang kept his feet on the ground and used the same old method of drilling wood to make a fire. He used dead branches and grass as fuel to dry a few kettles.
This is simply more primitive than the most primitive pottery. Even so, because the conditions are so simple, it can barely be used in the end, so it just becomes one.
Tang Wan was fascinated by what she saw. When she saw Chen Yang looking back at the mud pit, his eyes shining brightly, he suddenly realized that the basin-sized depression that Chen Yang had pressed out earlier was already filled with water.
The water was still not very clear, with a hint of turbidity, but Tang Wan, who was extremely thirsty, couldn't care less. When Chen Yang pulled her, she couldn't help but move over and carefully hold the water to drink.
"Ah~"
Logan could hardly believe his sense of taste.
The water, which doesn't look very good, not only has no peculiar smell when you enter it, but also has an indescribable freshness and sweetness.
Certain famous mountains, rivers, scenic spots, and all kinds of legends and allusions, and famous springs that are boasted of being miraculous, are nothing more than that.
Tang Wan drank several gulps before stopping at Chen Yang's reminder.
"Honey, we have been short of water for too long. We can't drink too much at one time. Please take your time."
After Chen Yang explained, he drank some water with restraint and filled up the simple makeshift kettle.
He performed the entire movement cautiously, even himself was extremely doubtful and worried, fearing that if he applied a little more force or even shook it a few times, this simple kettle would explode on the spot.
After filling up the water, the two of them drank enough water in small sips several times. The long-lasting water shortage finally eased.
"Honey, it's a bit dangerous."
Chen Yang wiped his sweat and felt lingering fear.
"If I still couldn't find water just now, I was ready to fight for it."
Logan smiled and asked, "How to spell it?"
Chen Yang said calmly but firmly: "Put it on your back and run! If you find water until you are exhausted, you will live; if not, you will die."
To put it simply, falling into Tang Wan's ears at this moment is tantamount to an oath of eternal love.
Tang Wan said "Yeah" and rested his head on Chen Yang's shoulder.
An hour passed.
The two of them didn't know whether they were greedy for this rare water source or the mutual dependence and tenderness at this moment. They never moved or left.
An hour later, Chen Yang stood up and extended his hand to Tang Wan: "Honey, let's go."
With that rough and simple kettle beside me, I have the confidence to continue moving forward without having to take the last step of risking my life.
But the long yellow sand will not flow away on its own. In the end, we still have to walk out of the vast desert with two feet.
Two hours later, the yellow sand still had no end. Chen Yang and Tang Wan stepped forward on the sand with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Suddenly, there was a cry for help, and a figure burst into view: