While the students of Class 8 were happily resting around the camp or busy cleaning up the traces of the war, Class 2 and Class 10, who were locked up in tents by the river, were not so happy.
Two tents were set up on the left and right sides by the river. Class 2 on the left and Class 10 on the right. The two tents separated the male and female students. However, the ratio of males and females in the two classes was not even. There were more boys in Class 2 than boys in Class 2.
The tent was a little more crowded, and there were more girls in Class 10, so the girls’ tent was full of chatter.
At the beginning last night, the squad leader and others were thinking of mixing people from the two classes and assigning them according to the number of people. Kagawa, who happened to leave the tent and take a walk in the camp to digest dinner, heard this when he passed by and said, "You won't be afraid if we mix together."
Is it a big news that the two classes hit it off right away?", which made the class cadre team give up the idea of mixing the two classes in tents, and honestly stuffed them into tents according to class and gender.
The tents used by prisoners are naturally inferior to the spacious and comfortable group tents. Especially last night, Class 8 students only had time to pack food and emergency sleeping bags from the luggage of two classes, and they did not even take out the tent bedding (compressible version).
, they could only spend the first night of the class competition on hard pillows and uncomfortable thin blankets.
——The first night was actually spent as a prisoner in another class’s camp. Who can understand this feeling!
The squad leaders on both sides sighed, took out the amount of water and compressed food for each person from the storage boxes piled outside the tent, and distributed them to the students with the class leaders.
"Squad leader, can't we find a chance to escape?"
Last night, some students from my class came over and whispered.
This proposal was very attractive. The male and female students in the two classes put aside the barriers and began to discuss countermeasures in the middle of the night while everyone in the eighth class returned to the tent to rest.
Everyone was in high spirits at first, and their luggage storage place was very conspicuous. Even if they took the wrong luggage, they could just exchange it with each other after escaping. This barrier used to restrict the prisoners' activities is not indestructible.
External forces may be able to create a breakthrough.
Just as everyone was excitedly preparing to implement the plan the next day, they heard the Class 8 students who had woken up early in the morning to take a walk by the river after breakfast and said they were going to the forest to eliminate traces or something, which confused everyone.<
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If you eliminate the traces, how will we get back after we escape!
What made them even more devastated was that a girl with mud on her body that they had seen yesterday when they were tied to the Class 8 camp square came over this morning, took a look at their tent, and said, "This barrier is really good."
Not good." As a result, several students from Class 8 came over to reinforce the barrier. Now the barrier can be said to be unbreakable. Twenty or thirty people can't even break a crack if they hit it together.
So the fighting spirit that the two classes had raised in unison last night has now become a deflated rubber ball with a hole in it that cannot be repaired.
This vigorous effort was already exhausted before it waned again. With no hope left, the seventy people in the two classes remained silent on the second morning of the competition, not even in the mood to chat.
The camp of Class 8 is getting quieter and quieter. Except for a very few students who stay in the camp, others either go to patrol nearby for a walk, or go to their camp to clean up the traces along the way. In addition to the sound of water flowing next to the camp of Class 8,
Apart from a few human voices, no other noise could be heard.
"Hoo~..."
A nervous yawn interrupted the silence.
People in the two classes looked over and saw the girl yawning and walking towards the river.
It’s her! She’s the one who provided them with strategies from the students of Class 8, and she’s also the president of one of the two most topical new clubs in the school!
Sensing the sight, Xiangchuan looked around, and then walked towards the river as if nothing was wrong. Since coming to Thirty Thousand Years Later, she found that her psychological quality was more than a little better than in her previous life, although she was often sent by team leaders or leaders in her previous life.
To speak in public, she was trained to be a competent host of a small event from a sociopath lying waiting for death. However, in her previous life, she definitely couldn't do it when being stared at by a bunch of people.
To the point where I can walk through the crowd as if nothing happened.
Is it possible that this is a passive skill that comes with me in this life? However, according to the descriptions of my parents, Xiaoxue and others, I am more socially anxious in this life than in my previous life. Where did I get this ability to withstand stress?
Muttering in my heart, I walked all the way to the river. I was in a hurry yesterday when I was cleaning the mud on my clothes, and the light was dark in the evening, so I didn't have time to take a good look at the river. The river bed is still relatively wide. According to my actual experience yesterday, the shore
The water in the river is only waist high. Maybe there are people taking care of it frequently, so the area close to the camp is relatively fast, but the further you go in, the harder it is to see the bottom. Under the clear river water are dense aquatic plants, which are lush and green.
Reminds her of the river scene in the 21st century.
Plop.
A fish jumps out of the water. Perhaps the warmer weather has awakened the microorganisms and bugs in the river, allowing the fish to have a feast. This fish also looks particularly plump.
Then the fish just submerged into the river and disappeared among the aquatic plants.
……
…………Fish.
………………A very fat fish.
Xiangchuan wiped the corners of his mouth subconsciously. Fortunately, the saliva didn't flow down, but now he was swallowing saliva in his throat.
She shook her head: There are still a few days' worth of fish fillets in the lunch box, so she's not in a hurry. It's just a fish. When she gets home, she will ask the chef to free up a warehouse specifically for fresh fish to store live food.
Fish, with ginger slices, are you afraid that there will be no fish to eat?
Plop.
Another fat fish jumped out of the water.
"..." Well, she stopped pretending, she showed her cards, she was really tired of eating fried fish steaks, and the picky 21st century people want to eat something else!
Desire is the biggest source of motivation for action. So in a flash, the students from Class 2 and Class 10 saw this man of the hour rush back to the camp with lightning speed, and soon he was holding a bucket.
I returned to the river with an empty food box, and jumped directly into the river under the watchful eyes of the students in the two classes, holding the bucket and not knowing what they were looking at.
After a stalemate for a while, she moved and fished the bucket into the water. At the same time, the unwary river fish just lay quietly in the bucket with its eyes wide open. Before it had time to struggle, she carried it ashore and casually carried it to the shore.
I threw it into the lunch box, closed the lunch box, jumped up and down, and walked towards the camp.
Xiangchuan: There is fresh fish to eat!
Onlookers: What happened just now!?
"Hmph~ hum hum hum~"
Xiangchuan, who caught a big fat fish in one shot, was in a very good mood now. If the lunch box in her hand hadn't been quite heavy, she even wanted to return to her childish innocence and skip around.
"Kagawa? What are you humming?"
When I returned to the tent, I found that Qiu Manman and Liang Gong had returned to the camp at some point, and they were standing by the square chatting.
"I made it up casually, why are you back so soon?" Xiangchuan looked at them in confusion, took the lunch box and bucket to the tent and put them down.
"We forgot to bring the kettle, and we didn't go far before we came back first." Liang Gong explained, raising the kettle in his hand to signal.
"That's it..." Xiangchuan tilted his head, thinking that he wanted the two of them to help him, but thinking that they couldn't go around digging ginger for him yesterday, he gave up the idea, "Then have fun.
Ah, remember to come back during lunch."
When Kagawa said this, she felt as if she had become an old mother. She heard her mother say this every day until she was in high school in her hometown more than ten years ago. She had no intention of falling in love and getting married in her last life. She originally thought she would never use this kind of tone in her life.
He spoke to the juniors in a tone of voice, but he didn’t expect that after tossing and turning, he would be even younger thirty thousand years later, so the words came out smoothly.
"Are these words what a sixteen-year-old beautiful girl should say..." Qiu Manman said with shame.
When the two were about to pick up the kettle and leave the camp, suddenly the lunch box next to the tent shook, startling the two. Qiu Manman opened his eyes wide, wondering if it was Xiangchuan who was left alone.
When they were playing a prank in the camp, the lunch box jumped again. At this time, the eyes of the two people had changed from frightened to horrified.
"Xiang, Xiangchuan... what is that?"
The timid Liang Gong pointed at the lunch box tremblingly and asked.
"Huh?" Xiangchuan lowered his head in the direction he pointed, suddenly realized, picked up the lunch box, and said with a smile, "The one I just caught by the river is quite fat."
What does it mean to be fat! The two of them had goosebumps now. When they saw Xiangchuan preparing to open it, they stepped back three meters in unison.
"Huh? There's nothing to be afraid of." Xiangchuan quickly opened the lunch box and took out a freshwater fish weighing about ten kilograms. "It's just a fish."
Fish!
A living fish!
Qiu Manman, Liang Gong, and the members of Team 8 who were secretly paying attention to the activities in Xiangchuan's tent were all stunned, and they all ran over.
Xiangchuan, who was focusing all his attention on this fish, seemed to have been cured of the fear of crowds in his previous life. He ignored the crowd of about ten people and calmly put the fish in the lunch box, ready to wait.
I started cooking the fish on the lunch box - I had no choice but to make do with this very sturdy lunch box since I didn't have a cutting board.
The first thing is something for scraping scales.
Xiangchuan got into the tent and dug through the bag. The rope loop should not be too thick. The cloth was used to treat wounds. It was stained with ointment. She was the first person to eat steamed fish in modern times. She did not want to make it into a medicinal meal.
.Steel ring...Steel ring?
The scales are at least enough.
As for knives, can the knives specially used for outdoor use still be used?
After preparing the tools, go to the transport robot next to you and break off a piece of ginger, then move the lunch box and bucket with water, along with the lunch box and tools away from the tent.
There was no special reason, it was just that she slept near the entrance of the tent. If she had the surgery there, she would be afraid that the smell of fish would keep her awake.
The first step is to knock the fish out.
At first, Xiangchuan considered picking up a random stone and going to the river to wash it and use it directly. However, he thought that the fish's head would be smashed if the stone fell down, so he obediently took a corner of the lid of the lunch box and gave it to his hand.
The struggling grass carp came for a moment, frightening everyone so much that they were speechless. However, Xiangchuan saw that the fish was still struggling, so he patted the fish's head a few more times until the fish could only twitch slightly. Good, so violent...
The second step is to scrape the scales.
Originally, she was supposed to use a kitchen knife to scrape, but she couldn't use a kitchen knife in the wild, so she had to use a steel wire. However, it was her first time to use a steel wire, and it was very uncomfortable to scrape. After scraping, the fish skin was all stained.
Wrinkled. Xiangchuan frowned and sighed helplessly: Forget it, just make do with it.
The third step is to remove the internal organs.
The flying scales when she was just scraping were a bit nice, but the fish skin she accidentally punctured scared the surrounding students so much that they took three steps back. Only Qiu Manman and Liang Gong dared to continue to stand close by.
When Manman was about to laugh at the timid boys in the class, she almost backed away in fright.
There is no other reason. No matter how little blood there is in fish, the sight of cutting open the stomach to reveal the entrails really scares the pure modern teenagers.
Xiangchuan, who was concentrating on cooking, didn't pay attention to the reactions of the teenagers. She skillfully poured water on the fish, rinsed off some of the scales and internal organs wrapped in the outer layer, and placed the cleaned internal organs on the lid of the lunch box that was removed next to it.
to avoid soiling the grass. If it weren't for the lack of seasonings and equipment on hand, Xiangchuan would really like to make a dry pot of fish offal to satisfy his craving, but for now he can only say goodbye to them. When processing the internal organs and fish gills, he should also remove the fishy smell.
The line was cleaned out, perhaps because the water quality here is better, and Xiangchuan felt that the fishy smell was not very strong during the cleaning.
But this is not the case for modern people.
What does this smell like!
It smells so bad! I feel like vomiting when I smell it!
This is almost the only thought of nearly ten students in the camp, including Qiu Manman and Liang Gong.
The Third Ship Group has developed animal husbandry and agriculture, but in contrast, the aquatic products are at a passable level. Modern people who have lost the traditional food processing methods are very disgusted with the fishy smell of river fish, so they are especially interested in the sea fish produced by the Fourth Ship Group.
Like it, but the chance of a ship group meeting each other by chance is too low. People can only take advantage of the ship group exchange period to buy as much seafood as possible from the fourth ship group and make it into solid food for storage to survive the next day.
A life without sea fish for thousands of years. However, people still want to eat fresh liquid food more than dry solid food. Therefore, once fresh seafood appears on the market, people will definitely compete for it.
River fresh food, like pork, has become a feed for livestock or a frequent guest on the tables of non-ship residents. After all, at a time when only processed raw ingredients can be eaten directly, no one likes ingredients with strong flavors.
The fishy smell of raw meat in front of them has once again awakened the students in Class 8's aversion to river food. Even if the person handling the ingredients is Xiangchuan, who has brought them steamed buns and fruit milk, they still have doubts about whether Xiangchuan can handle this food well.
Fish don’t hold out much hope.
Especially Qiu Manman, she had seen with her own eyes in the live broadcast room the tragic situation where Xiangchuan tried to cook pork and both herself and Xiangxue were silenced. It would be the same this time... But seeing Xiangchuan's face happy
Seemingly, Qiu Manman didn't have the courage to stop her, so she could only wait silently from the rear.
Forget it, at worst, I will be the first guinea pig and don't let the number of victims increase! Qiu Manman silently made up his mind.
Xiangchuan, who was taking the ginger cubes and going to the river to wash off the dirt, is now frowning: I wonder if steamed fish without soy sauce tastes good...