Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

Living on a deserted island No.80 days.

The sky is clear today, the sea is calm, and nothing happened.

Such weather lasted for three days.

No.80 On the third day, the sunset glow was beautiful, and the twilight was mixed with strange red and blue rays of light.

No.80 four days.

The sky was not sunny, the sky was cloudy, and even though it was noon, there was no sunlight.

However, the sky was not dark, but glowed with yellow light.

Abnormal weather often heralds disaster.

The waves on the sea became higher and higher each time, hitting the beach heavily.

The seagulls circled in the sky for a while, then flew away in all directions.

The animals in the jungle also became very irritable.

Mo Qing stood on the edge of the cliff, staring into the distance.

At this moment, the yellow in the sky has been replaced by gray, and the thick clouds seem to be pressing down on the ground.

This is the harbinger of the coming storm.

The wind blowing on his face was getting stronger, and his clothes were flapping in the wind.

"How much food do we have left?" Mo Qing asked Han Ling beside him.

He was afraid that the torrential rain that lasted for several days would happen again.

"The food preparation is sufficient, enough for us to eat for more than a week," Han Ling said.

"That's good"

Mo Qing nodded, he didn't want to brave the rain to find food anymore.

However, he didn't realize that the situation this time was different from before.

About one o'clock in the afternoon.

Mo Qing and the others did not continue to act outside, and all returned to the cabin.

The wind outside was so strong that even the smallest trees had to be blown to this side.

It was also raining heavily in the sky, and under the action of the wind, the bean-sized raindrops still felt a little painful when they hit the body.

Mo Qing looked a little sad, because judging from the current signs, this time it seemed to be a typhoon.

Typhoons are very common in coastal areas, and every summer and autumn are periods of high incidence of typhoons.

According to the strength of the wind, typhoons are also divided into six levels.

Mo Qing lived along the coast for a period of time before, and also experienced several typhoons.

At that time, every summer and autumn, his first reaction when he heard the typhoon was coming, was whether the typhoon could have a holiday?

For coastal residents who are accustomed to typhoon weather, a typhoon that cannot suspend work and school is not a good typhoon, and the same is true for typhoons that take up vacation days.

However, this is only for those who live in cities.

Because they have the solid protection of modern buildings, as well as the disaster prevention and control measures of the emergency management department.

But even with such heavy protection, there will still be casualties and property losses every year during the high typhoon season.

Mo Qing and the others are now far away from the city, in the wilderness.

But there are no strong buildings for protection, and there are no measures to deal with disasters.

They don't even know what level the typhoon is, the path it's traveling on, and how big it is.

Mo Qing could only pray that the typhoon was not too strong this time, and it just passed the island.

After all, this is just a wish.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, but the rain was a little less.

Taking advantage of this time, Mo Qing brought some food into the cabin from the outside.

The two shelters they built earlier were not demolished, but were used as warehouses to store food.

The space in the cabin is limited, and after removing the most basic activity space for four people, the remaining space can only store a small amount of items.

So no food was put in the cabin.

But in order to avoid the warehouse being blown down and food loss, only a part of the space can be occupied.

The originally spacious cabin has also become crowded.

The most important food to be transported is meat.

There are still a lot of cured bacon and sausages, which fill up all the available space.

The typhoon stays in one place for about two to three days.

Of course, this is not absolute. Depending on the size of the typhoon and many other factors, its duration is also different.

All the four of them have to do is to ensure that they are not injured during the few days when the typhoon passes through the country.

Looking at the gloomy sky outside, Mo Qing deeply felt that his decision to rebuild the shelter was correct.

If they used their previous shelter, they would definitely not be able to stop this disaster.

There was a strong wind blowing outside the ship, and the blown gravel hit the hull with a crisp sound.

Like a violent symphony.

In the cabin, Mo Qing lit an oil lamp with a lighter.

The production of oil lamps is very simple, half a bowl of melted lard, cut a small piece of rope to make lamp twisters.

The flame of the oil lamp is not bright, but the flame is enough to make people feel at ease.

With nothing to do, Mo Qing took out a pair of wooden chess pieces, which he carved little by little in his spare time.

The chessboard was randomly scratched on the ground with a knife.

Zhang Yiming sat in front of Mo Qing, with his eyes slightly closed, calm and relaxed, looking like a master.

He opened his eyes and squeezed a chess piece, which was handsome from the red side, and the chess piece was pushed forward one square.

Mo Qing was stunned, "What kind of hand are you playing?"

It was the first time I saw someone who was handsome in the first step of playing chess.

"Hehe, don't worry about it, just watch how I can kill you," Zhang Yiming said arrogantly.

Although Mo Qing didn't understand his method, he still lifted up a bishop in a regular manner.

"Hey, Lao Mo, watch out, today I will show you what is called the Hand of God!"

Zhang Yiming played handsome chess again, and shouted at the same time: "Tiger Wing Array!"

Then, he used red chess to set up a formation on the board.

Mo Qing was stunned, and the four big characters "Wanning Chess" appeared in his mind.

"You have seen how powerful the tiger wing formation of my gossip formation is!" Zhang Yiming smiled proudly.

"..."

If the old man in the park played chess with Zhang Yiming, he would definitely be pissed off and have brain congestion.

Mo Qing cursed, "You are outrageous, play chess with tiger wings, you seem to have some serious illness!"

"As a marshal in the army, isn't it normal to know a little bit of military formation?"

"...What you said is so reasonable, I can't refute it."

In the end, Zhang Yiming was kicked out of the chess game by Mo Qing.

He was afraid that if he continued to play with this kid, he would be pissed off and have a heart attack in advance.

Zhang Yiming was driven away, and it was Han Ling's turn to take over.

"My chess level is average, you need to put some water later." Han Ling smiled slightly.

As a man, naturally he would not be cruel to girls.

Mo Qing said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will definitely not let you lose so embarrassingly."

"But it's no fun just playing like this, why don't we make a bet"

Han Ling suggested: "If you lose, I will promise you a request. It does not violate public order and good customs, and it does not concern life and health."

Mo Qing smiled and agreed, "Okay, if you lose, you will be punished in the same way."

He is very confident in his own level. He is usually at the level of the master of the park. As long as he is around, no master will dare to play chess in front of him.

5 minute later.

Mo Qing looked at the only general left on the chessboard and fell into deep thought.

And Han Ling was about to surround him to death.

So this is called average level?
"Mo Qing, it's your turn to go," Han Ling said with a smirk.