Since it was decided to unify the "kang", everyone simply combined and divided the work.
Li Mengdie and Hu Li went to collect straw to make mats. The boys were responsible for fetching dry sand from the beach and dumping it into the six rattan houses.
As the sun set, the outlines of the six vine houses were soon completed.
When Wang Ping woke up, it was already dark.
He took off his sunglasses, rubbed the corners of his eyes to wipe away the mucus. Wang Ping threw his glasses on the recliner, jumped off, opened his mouth, squinted his eyes, and stretched.
On the sea opposite him, the water was covered with the afterglow of the setting sun, and kept splashing onto the beach. On the sea with golden sunset glow, from afar, he could see that the lights of the program crew's yacht had been turned on.
"Oh, are we moving back to the ship?"
Wang Ping frowned, feeling rather unhappy. Actually, the food cooked by the master chef was not bad once you got used to it.
Wang Ping turned around and walked around the recliner, looking towards the camp. At this moment, just opposite him, at the edge of the woods, six rattan houses had been completed, and the reserved doors were all facing the direction of the open space.
The two rattan houses on the far left, which were filled with wild flowers, were obviously owned by two women. The two rattan houses in the middle, which were next to each other and the ugliest, belonged to Han Daxia and Gu Laosan. The "model room" of Yang Xu and Ding Yi was located on the far right.
After thinking about it, Wang Ping turned around and pulled the rattan umbrella out of the sand. Holding the umbrella with one paw and dragging the lounge chair with the other paw, he walked towards the "flower house" of the two women.
In the middle of the clearing, the bonfire was still burning. However, the only person left in the camp was Li Mengdie, who was weaving a green mat in her hand. The others were busy with something else.
Seeing a badger strolling by and hesitating in front of the two rattan houses, Li Mengdie thought for a moment and pointed to the rattan house on the right and said, "That's Xiao Li's room."
"Oh, thanks!"
A badger subconsciously nodded to Li Mengdie, then pulled the things towards the little fox's vine house.
He leaned over the door and looked inside. The space inside the rattan house was not big. I was afraid that after one person lay down, there would be no room. And the rattan umbrella that Ding Yi had woven could not be folded up. Wang Ping simply put the chair against the door, stuck the umbrella on the sand on the other side, and then turned around and walked towards the bonfire.
I don't know if the food the chef cooked at noon was too salty. After Wang Ping woke up, he felt very thirsty and his throat felt like it was smoking. At the same time, he was sweating all over his body. The small hairs stuck to his skin, which was sticky and a bit uncomfortable.
But Wang Ping didn't want to go into the sea again, nor did he want to take a cold shower in the woods. A shower without hot water is like lamb skewers without cumin or sashimi without wasabi. They are all soulless.
Coming to the campfire, he caught a small conch that everyone usually used to drink water. A badger scooped out some water from the pot beside him. Under Li Mengdie's watchful eyes, he rinsed the small conch again and again. After washing it three times in a row, he scooped out some cold boiled water and drank it down with a gulp.
Li Mengdie: ... You are an animal, how come you are more mysophobic than me!
Drinking water is easy to solve, but what about taking a bath
Wang Ping was a bit troubled. It was a pity that the production team ran too fast, otherwise he could go to the boat to take a shower. There was a bathroom in the cabin over there, and there were ready-made shampoos and the like. At the moment, a certain badger looked at the marching pot in front of him, and the picture of himself lying in the pot and taking a bath appeared in his mind.
The next scene was a bit scary. Wang Ping shook his head hard to get rid of a bold idea.
At this time, a chaotic sound of footsteps came back from the woods, accompanied by the laughter of many people.
Wang Ping and Li Mengdie turned their heads at the same time and saw Yang Xu, who was leading the group, holding a bird that looked like a pheasant, and they didn't know where he got it from. The others were walking behind, all holding something in their hands.
When they returned to the camp, Hu Li, carrying a basket, ran back cheering, greeted Wang Ping with a smile, then hugged Li Mengdie's arm and talked nonstop.
It turned out that after everyone’s vine house was completed in the afternoon, I don’t know who first proposed to celebrate in the evening, and everyone instantly agreed.
So Li Mengdie was left at the camp to finish making the remaining mats and to watch the sleeping badger. The others went to the low hills southeast of the island. From the looks of it, they had made quite a lot of gains.
I'm afraid most of the animals on the island are concentrated on that short hill. Everyone also saw the figure of a muntjac. But it was too timid and ran away when it saw everyone from a distance. In addition, it is a first-class protected animal, so no one dared to attack it.
At the instigation of Gu Laosan, Yang Xu used a rattan basket and insect trap to catch a creature similar to a turtledove, and added some mushrooms picked by Hu Li, which was just right for a stew.
Ding Yi and Han Daxia were holding engineer shovels and chasing a wild boar that suddenly showed its head for a long time. They didn't catch the boar, but they found a rabbit nest halfway. They didn't dare to destroy the nest, but they pulled out the fattest rabbit hiding in it.
Gu Laosan, on the other hand, didn't catch anything, but he found a piece of wild grape vine, which this guy grabbed along with the vine, wrapped around his body and brought back. However, wild grapes tasted too sour, and the little fox asked for juice to drink.
If we add fish and various seafood, life on this island suddenly seems to become more prosperous.
Seeing that a badger had woken up and was standing next to the pot holding a conch and looking at everyone, Gu Laosan didn't bother to make any juice, and hurriedly trotted to the badger with a flattering smile on his face. Wang Ping used his tail to think, and knew that this guy must be up to no good.
Sure enough, the moment Gu Laosan opened his mouth, he wanted Wang Ping to dig another one-meter-high tree hole on his rattan house so that he could fulfill his wish of having a "two-story villa".
Wang Ping took a look at the ugly rattan house that a certain salted fish pointed out to him and shook his head decisively to refuse.
Are you kidding me? With this level of craftsmanship, you still want to build a second floor? Even if it was built for himself, Wang Ping would never live in it. This rattan house is not soundproof at first glance. He doesn't want to endure someone's magic sound bombardment, and he doesn't want to sleep in the middle of the night and the house collapses.
But speaking of digging holes, Wang Ping suddenly thought of a certain landlord.
"Emmm, that thing was busy all night last night. I'm afraid he didn't go out to catch bugs today. I don't know if the bugs left for him are enough to eat..." Wang Ping touched his belly and thought, "How about sending him some food later?"
In the evening, everyone built a bigger bonfire outside the stove.
The rabbit was cleaned and strung on branches, roasted by the campfire. The turtledove was stewed in the marching pot on the stove. Yang Xu used an engineer shovel to clear out a dead log he had picked up, which he used as a barrel. He picked all the wild grapes that Gu Laosan brought back, crushed them with a stick, and added some water to make juice.
Everyone gathered around the campfire, each holding a conch or a wooden bowl made of a tree knot, and smilingly holding the freshly made juice. Everyone looked at each other and started laughing.
"Cheers to our new home!" The little fox stood up with a smile, raised the wooden bowl in his hand and shouted.
"cheers!"
Everyone raised their glasses.
Wang Ping held a conch the size of a cigarette box in his hand. He asked Gu Laosan to help him scoop out some juice from it. Like everyone else, he raised his little paw to signal, then took it back and took a big sip.
An indescribable sourness, along with bitterness and the blandness after being diluted with water, rushed directly into the throat.
"puff!"
“Ahem!”
“I’ll go!”
"What the hell is this!"
“It’s so hard to drink!”
As Wang Ping spat out the juice in his mouth, everyone sprayed... except Gu Laosan.
"What's wrong?" Feeling the strange gazes from the crowd, a salted fish took another sip of the juice, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I knew it wasn't tasty, who told you to drink so much..."