Chapter 277: Your show is going to be popular (Part 1)
Looking at Han Qian's appearance, Fang Jing thought of swimming by the river when he was a child. A friend jumped into the water. He originally wanted to dive to the other side, but who knew that the direction was wrong and he accidentally got into the grass. When he looked up, he had a ball on his head.
A nest of snakes.
The little friend cried so loudly that the people in the river suddenly emptied out, and everyone ran faster than anyone else. He will never forget that scene in his life.
"Very good, very brave." Bell laughed and took off his helmet.
Han Qian, who had been crying for a long time, quickly reached out and wiped the bugs off his head. Many of them were already dead, with green blood sticking to his hair.
"Here's some water for you!" Fang Jing gave Han Qian the remaining half of the bottle of water.
At this time, I couldn't care whether it was dirty or not, so Han Cong took it and poured it on his head. The sticky feeling on his head was really bad.
Zhang Wei rejoiced, luckily it wasn't him.
After washing her hair, she still felt uncomfortable, so she simply ran under the waterfall and took a shower to feel better.
"Let's continue on our way after we've rested. We'll catch you for dinner later."
He led everyone to continue moving forward. During this journey, everyone did not talk as much as before. Everyone was taciturn and the atmosphere was quite deserted.
After finding a ravine, Bell left them where they were and just took Fang Jing and Han Qian forward.
"Your mission is to go inside and grab food for tonight." Bell said, pointing to a small, dark ditch.
Fang Jing jumped down from the ditch that was more than one meter high, turned around and took Han Qing to carry her down.
"What's inside here?" Looking at the small dark hole, Han Qian was afraid.
The entrance to the cave is less than half a person's height and looks like a sewer. You have to bend down to enter.
Looking at the nets and weeds above the cave entrance, Fang Jing shook his head, "It's okay, the program team put it up temporarily."
I stretched my head and took a look inside. It was pitch black and I couldn't see anything clearly. I could only hear the occasional squeaking sound.
"It's a mouse!" Han Qian heard it instantly, "Let me go ahead, I'm not afraid of this."
Wearing gloves to make sure that there would be no holes on his body for rats to get into, Han Qian bent forward and Fang Jing was behind him holding the fish net and preparing to load things.
Squeak!
After a meal, the white mice jumped up and down. Han Qian's heart was beating loudly. He grabbed one. It was full of flesh and a bit disgusting.
"Don't worry, this is artificially raised and not poisonous!!"
Rats in the wild are not like this at all. Fang Jing recognized them at a glance. There used to be rats at home, mostly brown and gray, and white ones were rare, let alone such a litter.
"Fuck you!"
While he was catching it, Fang Jing exclaimed. The entrance to the cave was very short, and he was almost squatting. The escaping rats in front of him ran towards his crotch.
Fang Jing had just been hit on the lifeblood, and Fang Jing was still frightened. He must not give him a bite.
"What's wrong with you?" Han Qian turned around and asked with concern.
"It's okay, it's almost done. Let's go out first. If it's too much, we won't be able to finish it at night."
After seeing that there were already six or seven lively mice in the leaking net, Fang Jing took the lead in retreating. He did not forget that Bell said this was dinner.
It is better to eat less of this stuff, unless it is bamboo rats, otherwise these rats have a very bad taste, the meat is sour, and they are unpalatable.
Fang Jing had never eaten it himself, but he had heard old people in the village say that when they were hungry in the 1960s and 1970s, they ate everything they could at home.
Chicken, duck, fish, cats, dogs, mice, wild vegetables, wild grasses, tree bark, Guanyin soil, whatever can be eaten.
The two people exited, Bell called them aside, and the people behind them followed.
"Ah! Ah! I don't dare to take the mouse. You come and catch it. Oh my god, this show crew is so evil."
As soon as he got in, Zhang Wei ran out, leaving Zhang Junmi alone. Bell jumped into the ditch and blocked him back.
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In the evening, the boys set up tents and the girls went to collect firewood to make a fire.
"Really, I won't eat this thing even if it kills me. I'd rather be hungry."
"I don't eat them either. Rats are so disgusting. They are what I have been most afraid of since I was a child."
"Do you want to eat Junmi?"
"I don't know, it depends on the situation."
Everyone was chatting while working, and the camera was on. Bell and Jiang Changjian were nowhere to be found and no one was there.
More than ten minutes later, a man in Miao costume came over carrying a pole with several bamboo rats hanging on it.
"Brother, is this our dinner?" Zhang Wei ran up and asked.
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Zhang Wei was confused as soon as the big man opened his mouth and couldn't understand at all, so he turned to Fang Jing for help.
"Don't look at me, I don't understand either."
The Chinese language is broad and profound, with different pronunciations for ten miles apart. Each county has several dialects, and the same goes for the Miao language. There are many Miao, black and white, and they all speak different languages.
Huangling Village, where Fang Jing grew up, did not speak Miao. It was just that there were students in the class in junior high school, but at that time everyone spoke Chinese.
Due to the language barrier, everyone had no choice but to use hand gestures. It took them a while to realize that they didn't need to eat white rats at night.
"Yeah! It's great, I finally don't have to eat those disgusting things."
"It seems that our resistance is working, everyone, please come on."
Half an hour later, a delicious meal of bamboo rat was roasted. At first, the girl didn't dare to eat it, but she stopped after taking a small bite and almost wiped her fingers clean.
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In the next two days, everyone experienced eating scorpions, eating worm balls, climbing cliffs, and catching frogs in frog holes. Except for Fang Jing and Zhang Junmi, everyone in the team made mistakes and was punished.
Zhang Wei proposed to stop recording many times during the process, but in the end he slowly persisted with everyone's persuasion.
Bell has a good habit. Every time he punishes someone, he will punish himself again. Fang Jing appreciates this very much.
Night! The world is quiet, the sky is full of stars, and there are only cicadas and birds chirping in the mountains and forests.
"Bah bang bang!!"
"Everyone, congratulations on completing your own challenges again and again." Bell clapped his hands to attract attention, "Tomorrow is the last day, and it is also the time to say goodbye."
"It's the last day. There is a beginning and an end. We have one last task. Do you want to know what it is? I'll tell you tomorrow."
"What everyone needs to do now is to drink more water, don't go to the toilet at night, and don't urinate randomly."
I don't know why, but Fang Jing suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart. Usually the last one is the big boss. Tomorrow shouldn't be easy, maybe even more difficult.
No more bugs and rats, the staff brings fried chicken, beer and cola food for everyone to enjoy.
After having enough food and wine, everyone went to bed and had a good sleep until about nine o'clock in the morning.
Carrying backpacks, everyone arrived at a large rock cave as arranged by the program crew, which was filled with various heart-shaped candles.
"Happy birthday to you!!"
"Happy birthday to you!"
"Happy birthday to you!"
Bell appeared with a smile, "Today is Wu Qian's birthday in the team, I wish you a happy birthday."
Turning to look at Jiang Changjian, Bell continued: It's not just you, tomorrow is also our Professor Jiang's birthday. Life is so wonderful."