The fifteenth day of survival...
Chen Wen carved the fifteenth mark on the thickest log at the shelter.
This is what he uses to keep track of time.
If he doesn't keep track, time always feels like it passes quickly, and there's also a sense of loneliness.
However, this time the loneliness is almost zero.
Mainly because there are nine other guys with distinct personalities, and everyone being lively and cheerful is quite enjoyable.
This morning, Zhang Hu was already shouting about dueling with Lu Heng.
"What's going on?"
Chen Wen plopped down next to Zhuo Hongnian, who was watching the excitement, and asked.
Zhuo Hongnian chuckled foolishly, "Hehe, Lu Heng tricked Hu, saying cassava can be eaten raw and tastes like sugarcane, but it made Hu's mouth numb instead."
"Numb? Why is that?"
Chen Wen was a bit puzzled.
He really didn't know.
