When we first set out into the desert, the boy told us many ways to find water in the desert, and there were some similar records in the ancient book at home.
Based on this knowledge, I and the short-haired girl kept looking for low-lying areas, because there are usually some vegetation growing in low-lying areas, and there is a chance of finding water sources if there is vegetation.
After searching for about an hour, the two of us found a large low-lying area with a lot of vegetation. In addition to sea buckthorn and dead grass, there were also many green vines.
It is naturally a very happy thing to see green vegetation in the desert, which means there is a lot of water under the sand.
Even if we can find some wet sediment, we can still find ways to get water, such as distillation, filtration, etc. Although the water obtained is very small, it can solve our urgent needs.
The short-haired girl and I ran down the dunes excitedly, and then searched or dug around in the low-lying areas to see where the sand was more moist.
At the same time, I reminded the short-haired girl that the vegetation here is rich and hydrated, and there may be some small animals or insects, some of which can be fatal, so be extra careful.
After searching for about ten minutes, the short-haired woman suddenly shouted happily: "Brother, I found a watermelon. There is a watermelon here."
watermelon?
My heart skipped a beat:
The boy told us that there is a highly poisonous plant called desert gourd growing in the desert. It actually looks like a watermelon, with vines several meters long. The fruit is similar in size and texture to the watermelon, but the pulp inside it is The white color is highly toxic. If people accidentally eat it, it can cause stomach pain and diarrhea, accelerate the loss of water in the body, and even lead to death from organ failure.
The watermelon the short-haired woman discovered at this time was probably a desert gourd.
When I was about to run to the short-haired girl, I found that the short-haired girl could not wait to lift a desert gourd and smash it on the sand.
It seems that he wants to break open the fruit and eat the pulp inside.
I immediately shouted: "Don't eat that stuff, it's highly poisonous."
What makes me a little angry is that instead of putting down the desert gourd, this guy hit it harder. It seemed that she was either so thirsty that she almost lost her mind and didn't care about anything, or she thought I was fooling her and was afraid of me. Steal her "watermelon".
I didn't care so much anymore and ran over immediately. As soon as I got there, she smashed the desert gourd and some white juice flowed out from the cracks.
The short-haired girl went crazy when she saw the juice. She immediately raised the desert gourd and looked like she was about to suck it into the crack.
"Don't drink!"
I yelled, opened the desert gourd with a slap, then pushed her away and cursed: "You fucking want to die, don't you? Didn't I just tell you that this thing is poisonous and you will die if you drink it?" No?"
"You...you lied. Isn't this just a watermelon? How could it be so poisonous? Do you want to take it for yourself? I'm so thirsty that I can't stand it anymore. I'm going to..."
Before she could finish her words, I slapped her in the face.
I had to calm her down.
Then I pointed to the desert gourd and said, "This thing is called a desert gourd. The pulp inside is white and highly poisonous. If you eat it, you will die."
As I said that, I went over and crushed the desert gourd with my foot. After the pulp inside was exposed, I asked her to take a closer look: "Take a closer look, is it white? I'm so damn thirsty now. I Don’t you want to eat it? The problem is that it’s poisonous.”
The short-haired girl was probably a little stunned by my slap, and she didn't say anything for a long time. Then she touched the face where I slapped her with her hand, and then said aggrievedly: "It hurts so much when you slap me... I don't Are you just thirsty and want some water?"
Because her hair was scattered by me just now, it covered her face, so I couldn't see her expression at this time.
But her tone was pitiful, and it made me feel a little distressed. I then went over to push the hair away from her face, then looked at her and said, "I'm worried, right? If you drink it, you'll die." Yes, I am also doing it for your own good."
She nodded and said, "But I'm so thirsty."
I said, aren't we looking for water? I'm not in a hurry anymore. If I really can't find water, I can just dig some moist sand for distillation. I'm sure I can get water.
After comforting her for a moment, I looked for water again, because I was afraid that she would find some messy things to put in her mouth, so I kept pulling her to follow me.
Soon, a withered grass caught my attention. The withered grass was about ten centimeters high, grew crookedly, and looked like it was emerging from the sand alone.
I pinched the dead grass with my hands. It was actually not dead grass. Its texture was very hard and felt like a branch.
I also broke off the dead grass, and it was very moist inside and looked very energetic, which made me very excited.
This thing should be called a sand top. I've seen it in our family's ancient books.
To confirm, I opened the book and read it, and then said to the short-haired girl: "This is called a sand top. It has huge roots and a lot of water."
As I said that, I immediately dug up the sand and quickly dug out something about the size of a football and looking like a top. This is the root of the sand top. It is yellow in color, very similar to the color of ginger. .
I took off my clothes, then took out the knife from my bag, and peeled off the roots of the sand top piece by piece like a knife and noodles. Then I wrapped the cut pieces in clothes, and then squeezed the clothes hard, and there were pieces underneath the clothes. A little water seeped out.
"Quick, suck it quickly." I shouted to the short-haired girl.
The short-haired girl immediately put her mouth under the clothes, and then sucked it hard. When I squeezed hard on it, there was even more water under the clothes. The short-haired girl drank it for a long time.
When the pieces in the clothes could no longer be squeezed out of the water, I continued to peel off some more and continued to let her drink water.
This thing produces quite a lot of water, so she only cut about half of it and she was almost full, and then she motioned for me to drink some too.
I didn't use the entire remaining half, just a small piece, as long as I didn't make myself too thirsty.
The short-haired woman drank water, and her whole state seemed to have completely changed.
She looked at me with a smile: "Brother, you are really amazing. I'm so lucky to have met you. If I had met anyone else, I might not have survived."
I say it’s really not easy to hear compliments from your mouth.
She chuckled and continued to praise me: "The shelter you built last night was also very good, and you always took good care of me when I went to bed at night. Did it make your arms numb? In fact, I People are not that unreasonable. I can tell that you are a very good and outstanding person. I usually don’t praise others.”
Her words made me feel a little embarrassed. I thought that if Zhao Hu and the others were still here, if I told them that the short-haired girl praised me like this, they would definitely not believe it.
Maybe I was thinking of Zhao Hu and the others, so I sighed again.
I don't know if they are still alive now.
"Okay, let's keep looking. We'll find a few more of these sand tops to take with us. They'll be enough for us to use for a few days."
"good."
To be honest, God really favored me. We spent about an hour and found a total of five sand tops here, as well as some scorpions and small lizards. I killed them all and put them in a plastic bag.
This thing can supplement protein and is the source of our food, but the short-haired girl refused to eat it. She couldn't accept it. She just chewed the root fragments of the sand top and swallowed it.
This thing is edible, but it doesn’t provide much nutrition and can easily cause constipation.
Of course, it's a matter of life and death, and it doesn't matter if you have constipation or not.
