Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

As a young master raised in a wealthy family, Bai Zhan's first reaction was that something was fishy.

This is very unusual; not only are they holding secret meetings, but they're also lying.

With a serious expression, he said, "Arrange for someone to get close to that woman and attend one of their so-called parties to see what's going on."

The young man agreed, "I'll try it myself."

Bai Zhan looked up at the young man. If Sun Chengwu were here, he would definitely recognize him.

This man was one of Bai Zhan's henchmen, named Liu Xingming.

Liu Xingming is a typical tall, rich, and handsome man. Not only is his family wealthy, but he is also 1.85 meters tall, works out regularly, and has a good physique. Although his face may not be as handsome as Daniel Wu's, it does have a bit of Daniel Wu's look.

Whether in China or abroad, he is the dream lover of many women.

Even after arriving here, with the Bai brothers' status as a source of support, he still has no shortage of women.

Bai Zhan pondered for a moment, "You're someone close to me, it would be too obvious for you to go. Let Zhou Xi and Qiu Ci go instead. Their identities are perfectly normal, and they're smart enough."

Liu Xingming nodded. "Okay, I'll go tell them."

As Liu Xingming was leaving, Bai Zhan called out, "Hey, wait a minute..."

Liu Xingming turned around and asked, "Brother Bai, is there anything else?"

Bai Zhan asked, "Is there still no news from Sun Chengwu?"

Liu Xingming said helplessly, "There is no one around us for hundreds of kilometers. This is the Arctic. Even if he is very good at fighting and very smart, it is not enough to be smart and good at fighting here. Luck is more important."

"Brother Bai, I think he's been dead for a long time. Why do you keep thinking he's still alive?"

Bai Zhan frowned and said, "I don't know why, but I just feel that he should still be alive. Everyone else may die, but he can definitely survive."

Bai Zhan recalled Sun Chengwu's calm handling of the plane crash.

While others were still screaming, he had already begun rescuing people.

While others were still tending to their wounds, Sun Chengwu had already gone to the warehouse to loot food and clothes.

When others realized what was happening and tried to grab the clothes, Sun Chengwu had already taken over the crew cabin while they were all out, ensuring his own safety.

Then, even more things happened...

Bai Zhan snapped out of his daze and said wearily, "Alright, you can go ahead and get busy. If we don't hear from you, that's fine."

Liu Xingming stepped back. "Alright, Brother Bai, take care and get some rest."

Bai Zhan hummed in agreement.

After Liu Xingming left, Bai Zhan tilted his head back, put his hands behind his head, and let out a long breath.

During this period, he had fewer and fewer people around him who were useful, and now only Liu Xingming was left.

If Sun Chengwu were here, he would be much more relaxed.

He got up, walked to the window, watched the snowflakes gradually falling outside, and muttered to himself, "Sun Chengwu, you're not really dead, are you?"

At that moment, Sun Chengwu was making dumplings when he suddenly sneezed.

He turned his head to avoid a sneeze on his face, rubbed his nose with his arm, and asked, "Which son of a bitch is cursing me?"

Su Wanqing asked worriedly, "Have you caught a cold?"

Sun Chengwu shook his head. "No, my nose just suddenly feels a little itchy."

Ataya stepped forward and asked curiously, "What kind of food are you making?"

Sun Chengwu explained, "Dumplings."

Ataya looked puzzled. "What are dumplings?"

Sun Chengwu picked up a dough ball and pressed it into a sheet with his palm. He didn't have a rolling pin, so he could only use this simple method.

After flattening, press it into a thin sheet with wood, and then put in the pre-mixed dumpling filling.

Fold the dough over, pinch the edges together, and a dumpling is ready.

Ataya watched in astonishment, "Why put all this meat inside this steamed bun?"

Sun Chengwu explained, "This isn't a steamed bun; it's called dough. Once you wrap it up, it becomes a dumpling."

Ataya reached out to try it.

Sun Chengwu stopped her and said, "You should wash your hands before preparing food."

Ataya pouted and went to wash her hands.

When she returned, Sun Chengwu gave her a piece of dough and taught her how to make it step by step.

Ataya has a great talent for languages, but when it comes to making dumplings, she's a bit of a mess.

She couldn't do the lace well; it always ended up showing.

So Sun Chengwu gave her two sheets of dough and said, "Here, look, you can put the two sheets of dough together and pinch the edges closed."

Ataya liked this simple method very much. After making a dozen or so, she lost interest in these double-skin dumplings and wanted to learn how to make regular dumplings.

Because there were so many people in the camp, even if Sun Chengwu took out all the flour, the cooked dumplings would only amount to less than ten per person.

But it's Chinese New Year, so everyone eats dumplings as a token gesture.

Dumplings were not the staple food; the staple food was various kinds of meat. A new stove was set up outside, with a large earthenware pot on it containing bones and meat, bubbling and simmering, filling the entire camp with the smell of meat.

When cooking meat, it doesn't smell good; it smells fishy.

Only when the blood is boiled out and turns into scum, and this scum is discarded, will the meat develop its aroma.

With some time still to go before New Year's Day, I'll freeze the dumplings I've made; the Arctic is a natural refrigerator.

The cooked meat was also stored away.

The broth is rich in nutrients and oil. These broths are cooked for a long time until they become thick and viscous, like stock, and a thick layer of white oil forms on the surface. Then they can be stored outdoors.

Besides food, we also have a reunion dinner on New Year's Day. Although it's not as special as the Spring Festival, it's still a very meaningful day.

Sun Chengwu also specifically asked them to prepare couplets.

Although the decorations will be put up during the Spring Festival, they are about to move and may still be on their way when the Spring Festival arrives. So let's have some fun first.

Sun Chengwu had exchanged a small amount of paper with the Hadza people. He was usually reluctant to take out these sheets of paper, but he made an exception and took out three sheets during the New Year.

Two long and one short.

Sun Chengwu recruited people with beautiful handwriting and first had them try writing on the snow.

Many people signed up, but the characters they wrote were even wilder than cursive script.

Even the few well-written pieces couldn't achieve the effect Sun Chengwu wanted.

Until Li Mu appeared.

His calligraphy was so beautiful that it left everyone speechless.

Square and neat, each stroke precise, Sun Chengwu had never seen such upright characters before, comparable to printed ones.

Although it wasn't calligraphy, the regular script was still quite beautiful, so Sun Chengwu immediately decided to have Li Mu write the couplet.

Li Mu stood in front of the table, pondered for a long time, and finally wrote a couplet and a horizontal scroll.

First line: Across the vast icy plains, with no food or fire, yet the mangled body still stands, daring to defy death.

The second line reads: "A thousand snowy nights shatter my heart and terrify my soul, yet fortunately my will has not been extinguished, and I will finally break through the dead end to uncover the secrets of heaven."

Horizontal scroll: Spring Comes from Despair

Foreigners may not appreciate the meaning behind this couplet, but all Chinese people who see it are moved to tears.

The short couplet perfectly captures the hardships and difficulties they endured during this period.

Sun Chengwu clapped his hands and said, "Great!"

Everyone applauded, "Well written!"