Frequently traveling through the two worlds made him feel a little irritable. Fortunately, he had to keep curious every time he went to the island world. Three consecutive times Quan Hao searched for him and felt that he was going to collapse. It was really not something that anyone could play with when changing his mood anytime and anywhere. He sincerely admired those actors who changed their faces more than drinking water.

He then transported the 200 kilograms of rice to the island, and he lay on the beach and gasped heavily. He was tired and his heart was even more tired. But the boat was still on the shore and had to be sent back to its original place before dawn. He could only struggle to get up. He rushed back from the hiding place of the boat and was almost dawn, and there were already voices in the refugee camp. Quan Hao sighed. You sleep soundly, I have been a porter all night. I bought so many bags of rice, but the driver who wanted to take a taxi was unwilling to pull it.

After a night of rest, the refugees' mental state improved a lot. Most of them were lying down or leaning against trees. There was no interpersonal communication, and people were far away from each other. It seemed that everyone's vigilance had not been let go because of the night. Only when Quan Hao walked by, these people sat upright or even stood up. They opened their mouths but did not speak. Before Quan Hao spoke, they didn't even dare to say anything. They seemed to want to come over but didn't dare.

Quan Hao saw gratitude, fear, confusion, and more complex emotions in their eyes. No matter men, women, young and old, these people were all thin and dry, and they were not covered with clothes. Most of them had no shoes on their feet. After a moment of hesitation, he stretched out his hands under the gaze of everyone, hooked them into his arms, and signaled these people to come to him. The hooking gesture was still easy to understand, and no one dared to ignore it, like a gust of wind. The refugees walked or crawled, rushing to squeeze in front of him, looking at Quan Hao without blinking, for fear of missing any information.

The ones who have grabbed the nearest position are often adult men, and those with weak body and weak strength are rejected from the periphery. Quan Hao couldn't help but think of the chicks fighting for food. He coughed unnaturally, and being stared at by too many eyes made him feel like there were thorns on his back. The last time he spoke in front of everyone was a student-time event, and the classmates would not stare at you with the eyes of his life-saving benefactor.

"Can anyone understand me?" he asked tentatively.

The refugees were silent.

"Does anyone know what I said?" He repeated loudly without giving up.

What greeted him was a pair of confused eyes.

Quan Hao was a little disappointed. He couldn't speak, so what about writing? He glanced at his black and thin faces in front of him, and no one seemed to be well-read. Since he became a refugee, these people were unlikely to have a rich life. According to the popularity of ancient education and the social reality that several farmers could support a full-time student, he felt that hope was slim.

But Quan Hao still thought it was time to try it. He pulled out the handle of the spear gun and was on the beach. He was about to lift the pen and remembered that the characters had to be in traditional Chinese, and the ancients did not know simplified Chinese characters.

Now he was worried. On the earth where computers are popular, there were fewer and fewer times when he needed to write. Even simplified Chinese could not help but forget about the words. Not to mention that it was more complicated and complicated. He dared to say that he knew most traditional Chinese characters, but it was difficult for him to write them. After he hesitating for a long time, he wrote the word dragon. He couldn't guarantee whether the strokes were right or not.

Quan Hao was unable to get a surprise when he lit up a lonely square character. The refugees' performance could only be said to be at a loss. He saw who would guarantee that he would lower his head like a quail. Quan Hao had to change his method, crossed out the square characters on the beach, slapped everyone to pay attention to his hand. Then he raised his right hand and stretched out one, two, and three fingers in turn. In front of everyone, he made a sudden enlightenment expression and nodded, and immediately changed to scratch his head. Then he closed his expression and turned his eyes to the crowd.

This action is still easy to understand. The three simplest numbers one, two, and three are nodded when you understand, and shake your head if you don’t understand. If there is a barrier to communication, you must start from the simplest.

The refugees finally understood. Although Quan Hao's actions were a little funny, no one dared to laugh. Everyone nodded vigorously. The faster the Quan Hao's eyes fell on whoever they nodded. It seemed that not doing this would not be enough to express their fear and fear.

The first step was effective. Quan Hao raised his hands again and shines from one finger to ten fingers in turn. If it were on Earth, six to a dozen numbers had special gestures. But he could only add one finger to one finger.

A piece of chicken pecked at rice. Before he could finish his gesture, someone nodded impatiently. Last time it was one to three, this time it was one to ten, and it was not difficult to understand.

Quan Hao bent down and drew a circle on the beach under the attention of everyone. He added more than a dozen short lines representing light outside the circle. He raised his hand and pointed to the sky, which means this represents the sun. Then he drew a crescent moon next to the sun, pointing to the sky, which represents the moon. Then he stood up, and used his toes to point the sun on the ground, and drew an arc in the sky with his hands, a little moon, and another arc. After doing all this, he stretched out a finger. Continue to repeat the previous movement, and the fingers became two. Repeat, three.

This is not difficult to guess. The sun and the moon pass through the sky once a day. The fingers afterwards naturally represent the number of days.

He pointed at the sea and pointed at his feet. He continued to use his bright fingers one by one and asked the refugees how many days they had been floating on the sea.

The answer given by the other side this time was not so neat. Some people stretched out four fingers, while others hesitated to stretch out five. There were three, two or even six. But overall, they believed that the most were four days, followed by five days.

Quan Hao chose to believe in most of them - four to five days. The reason why some people think that four days and some people think that five days are just a deviation in understanding. For example, during this period of four and a half days, it seems that it is not wrong to calculate four or five. Besides, the refugees have to say that there are still some time to arrive in the shore.

If you drift at a speed of 15 to 2 kilometers per hour at a canoe, four to five days means they come from a distance of 15 to 250 kilometers away. However, these people have no food or drink, and they have to experience the sun during the day. In the open sea, there is no way to block the shade in the narrow canoe. According to reason, the water in their bodies will be quickly lost. People cannot lack water for a day. How can they persist for so long? With questions, Quan Hao made a drinking action and pointed his finger at the sea.

The refugees' answers were quite neat this time, and they all raised their hands and pointed to the sky. Some of their voices were not so hoarse, and their mouths made a "whirring" sound.
Chapter completed!