The few of them wolfed down a few bites of the roast suckling pig, waved goodbye to the indigenous extras present, packed up their things and headed northwest.
After walking for a while, I noticed that the soil under my feet was getting softer and softer.
The rotten fallen leaves were mixed with the soil, and when you stepped on them, there was a sound of dry leaves cracking and shoes sinking slightly into the soft mud.
Xu Siyi walked in front, stepped into the fallen leaves, and the sound of water splashing clearly reached his ears. Hearing this sound, several people immediately stopped.
Xu Qiao broke off a dry branch for him, and Xu Siyi took it, leaning down and using the branch to pick up the fallen leaves on the ground. Layers of rotten leaves were picked up, and water could be clearly seen seeping into the mud underneath.
"There's water." Yu Feipeng bent down, pinched a handful of soil and sniffed it.
Xu Qiao looked forward and could see that the water seeping out of the fallen leaves ahead was becoming more and more obvious. This island was not big, so it was unlikely to have a river, but there were some naturally formed depressions that stored water.
According to the hints given by the program team, the ore we are looking for is near the water, so it should be in this area.
"Let's walk forward, it shouldn't be far away."
Hearing this, Fan Menghua quickened his pace: "Hurry up and find the stone. Don't wait until dark."
Several people walked forward along the puddles of water seeping out of the soil. One of them held a long branch in his hand and occasionally picked up the thick fallen leaves on the ground to see if he could find anything.
After walking for a while, Xu Qiao found that the soil on the ground seemed to have changed.
The soil on the ground before, mixed with fallen leaves, was a brown-black humus soil formed after being decomposed and fermented by microorganisms. However, the color of the soil in front of me has changed a little, showing a vague brown-red color.
He guessed that it might be a problem with the light, causing a visual deviation, but when he squatted down and took a closer look, he saw that it was indeed tinged with red.
Xu Qiao raised his head. His cold white skin seemed to hide moonlight and was almost transparent. Against the backdrop of the broad green leaves around him, he looked like an oil painting with rich colors and cool tones.
Xu Siyi stood aside, looking at the boy's beautiful eyes and eyebrows, flexing and stretching his fingers slightly.
Xu Qiao looked at Yu Feipeng: "Teacher Yu, look at this soil."
Ying Wenlin came over and exclaimed, "Is this earthy red?"
Yu Feipeng walked to Xu Qiao's side, squatted down with his support, took a handful of soil and spread it in his palm, looked at it and said: "This soil is good, let's see if there is a purer color ahead."
The soil in the palm of my hand was mixed with humus, and only a hint of red could be seen among the brown-black color.
The few of them walked a little further forward, and the color of the soil became more and more obvious.
Yu Feipeng couldn't help but stop, took out a plastic bag from his backpack and put some red soil into it.
Seeing him scoop up the dirt and put it into a plastic bag, Hou Yingfan asked, "Teacher Yu, what are you going to do with this dirt?"
Yu Feipeng laughed and said, "Making pigments. Many of the pigments I use are colored soils from Guangxi. There is a kind of brown soil, which can be burned into several hues. There are many kinds of colors. I didn't expect that there is similar soil on this island. It looks pretty good."
"Soil can be used for painting?" Ying Wenlin was a little surprised.
Yu Feipeng nodded: "This colored soil has a stable color and good durability, and is very suitable for painting."
After saying that, he lowered his head again to pick the soil.
The other people were more or less uncomfortable with taking mud with bare hands. Who knew if there were bugs or something in the soil
Xu Qiao was quite interested in the soil and helped the old man to choose it. Xu Siyi, who was standing beside him, didn't mind the dirt and came over to help.
Look at Hou Yingfan's disgusted expression... I'm speechless. What's wrong with digging soil? Who didn't dig mud when they were young
Xu Qiao and Xu Siyi are helping the old man
I feel that Yu Feipeng doesn't have the airs of a master of Chinese painting and calligraphy. The old man is very kind and has a great temperament and cultivation. I am a fan of him.
Fan Menghua supported her knees and watched from the side, with a bit of curiosity in her eyes: "What's the difference between this and the chemically synthesized pigment?"
Yu Feipeng paused, and was about to explain, but when he saw Xu Qiao looking at the soil intently, his fingers turning over and over in the soil without any disdain, he couldn't help but ask: "Xu Qiao, what do you think?"
Xu Qiao raised his head when he heard the old man calling him.
Holding a handful of soil in his palm, Xu Qiao raised it and gestured to Fan Menghua: "This kind of mineral pigment cannot be blended with each other. The color is stable and natural, the color is calm and bright, and it will not change color over the years. The performance will be better than that kind of synthetic pigment."
Then he added: "Of course, chemically synthesized pigments are also indispensable. Natural mineral pigments have limited hues, so they need to be supplemented by chemically synthesized ones."
Fan Menghua's gaze shifted to Xu Qiao's palm, and the handful of soil seemed to move.
Her gaze froze as she saw a white worm poking its head out of the mud and her face turned pale.
"Bug...Xu Qiao, there's a bug on your hand!!"
Xu Qiao looked at the palm of his hand, then used his other hand to gently pick up the white worm that was as long as a finger joint inside, and brought it up to his eyes to examine it carefully.
Fan Menghua was about to kneel down in front of him, and even took several steps back, wanting to cry but without the tears.
"It has a high protein content." Xu Qiao's lips curled up happily and he blinked innocently at Fan Menghua.
Fan Menghua covered his chest and felt a little nauseous.
The cameraman focused the lens on the worm twisting helplessly on Xu Qiao's fingertips. There was a moment of silence in the comments, and only a few sporadic comments flashed by after a while.
… Shit, they are eating
Cut off the head and tail and put it in your mouth. Chew it. It is more tender than chicken and more nutritious than beef. You deserve it.
Please, brother, don't be so depressed that you really eat insects. Qiao fans are trembling.
Having just eaten roast suckling pig, Xu Qiao was not very interested in the insect. He looked at it and put it on the grass nearby.
Fan Menghua: “…”
Damn, what's with that regretful expression on your face
Seeing that the soil had been collected, Yu Feipeng felt a little embarrassed that everyone was waiting for him, so he stood up and nodded to Xu Qiao: "Xu Qiao is right. Natural mineral pigments are good, but on the one hand, the production process is complicated, the output is low, and the price will be higher, so chemical synthetic pigments are still necessary."
Xu Qiao smiled and patted the mud off his hands: "Let's keep going."
On the way, Yu Feipeng looked at Xu Qiao, and anyone could see the fondness on his face: "You seem to be very interested in paint?"
Xu Qiao nodded.
People who paint will of course be interested in pigments.
The three simple primary colors can be combined to create countless colors. The color palette seems to be a world of its own.
Yu Feipeng looked kindly: "Next time I will take you to my studio. There are many homemade paints in it that you can't buy outside. You can take a few bottles away if you like."
Xu Qiao has never known how to pretend to be reserved. Upon hearing this, his eyes showed a bit of joy and he simply exchanged contact information with the old man.
Teacher Yu is really generous...
Is this thing expensive
This kind of privately made pigment, especially from a famous painting master like Mr. Yu, is not about whether it is expensive or not. It is just that you can't buy it at all.
The last CCTV documentary about the history of painting showed Mr. Yu's studio. There were at least hundreds or thousands of glass jars on the workbench, all filled with minerals, such as mica, malachite, blue copper, cinnabar and realgar. Looking at the rows of them was simply dazzling.
After finding the colored soil we had just found, the program team didn’t spend much effort to find the minerals that everyone was looking for nearby.
The terrain ahead suddenly dropped, forming a large depression. Some water accumulated in the center, and the soil along the sides was moist.
You can see that around this natural depression, there are patches of reddish-brown sandstone exposed on the ground due to erosion by rain.
Yu Feipeng's eyes lit up: "This should be the stone we are looking for."
Seeing that they had finally reached their destination, the few of them breathed a sigh of relief and took out folding military shovels from the backpacks behind them.
Now that we have found it, all we have to do is start digging.
The old man was in good health, but the slope was steep. After a glance, Xu Qiao looked at Yu Feipeng and said, "Teacher Yu, don't go down. I'll help you knock a piece and bring it up."
As he spoke, Xu Qiao used a military shovel to support the ground and walked down the slope.
Hou Yingfan and others also followed.
These people usually live a life of luxury and engage in art. They are not like Yu Feipeng who had a hard life when he was young, nor are they like Xu Qiao and Xu Siyi who are young and strong.
He staggered down the steep slope, and the audience in the live broadcast room were terrified by his appearance.
Hou Yingfan used a military shovel to stabilise himself and carefully lowered himself down. When he pulled out the shovel, several small stones rolled down with it.
Seeing the stone rolling towards Xu Qiao, Hou Yingfan was stunned at first, and then a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
Xu Qiao didn't notice the movement above, but Xu Siyi noticed the stone rolling to Xu Qiao's feet. As soon as he said "be careful" Xu Qiao had already stepped on it.
Without time to think, Xu Siyi reached out and grabbed Xu Qiao's collar.
The body stayed firmly in place.
Feeling the force coming from his neck, Xu Qiao turned his head and looked at him with a calm gaze.
Only then did Xu Siyi realize that Xu Qiao had good balance. The small stone just now was under his feet, so there was no chance of him slipping and falling.
With Xu Siyi grabbing the back collar of Xu Qiao's shirt, it moved up, revealing a large part of his slender waist.
Xu Siyi let go of his hand and looked at him awkwardly: "Sorry."
Xu Qiao withdrew his gaze and continued walking down.
Xu Siyi coughed dryly and followed him.
Did you see that waist? !
The slow girl is still amazed, while the quick male fan has already taken a screenshot
Wow bro please share!!
I... I saw it, pink...
Sorry, I shouldn't have blinked. I didn't see it.
Don't worry, wait for the replay!
The reddish-brown sandstone exposed in the depression was not hard, and if you rubbed it with your hands, you could even get some powder off. Xu Qiao turned the military shovel over and tapped the sandstone with the shovel handle, and immediately a small piece cracked off. Xu Qiao broke it off and stuffed it into his backpack.
Fan Menghua, who was standing next to him, imitated Xu Qiao and started knocking on the stone. He asked, "Can we go back after we get this stone?"
Seeing that it was getting dark, everyone wanted to complete the mission quickly and leave the island.
Ying Wenlin sat on a rock and took out the compressed biscuits given by the program team from his backpack and took two bites: "This program is making us do hard labor in various ways. I'm starving. I'll eat two bites first."
The program crew saw from the monitor that several people successfully found the ore, and their eyes became moist. They had no choice but to announce through the headphones that they had successfully found the ore and that a helicopter would be sent to pick them up soon.
Xu Qiao helped Yu Feipeng knock off two stones. Just as he was about to put them into his backpack, a drop of water fell on the stone, leaving a small water mark.
The author has something to say: During this period, everyone cannot go out, and you must exercise more at home (paralysis
There are not enough masks at home, and I am afraid that they will be gone after they are used up, so I basically do not go out. I feel that my body is rusty, heavy and weak, and I feel chest tightness and nausea. I once wondered if there was something wrong with me.
Then today I danced square dance with my mother in the living room for half a day. I felt refreshed and all my fatigue was gone. It turns out that life lies in exercise!