Four people, after getting their rice, stayed inside.
It was unbearably hot, so Nian Shutong opened up a few places on the tent that could be opened.
At least to let some air circulate.
They settled down in such a fiery environment.
They would stay like this for a week.
During this week, the nights were slightly cooler but still stiflingly hot, with only the absence of the sun's scorching rays.
When the day arrived, they realized the truth in what the guiding girl had said.
It turned out that their first day was indeed the coolest day.
Because after that, each day was sweltering, even inside the tent, there was no respite from the baking heat.
Because above their heads was just the simplest fabric, not sun-proof material.
Under the tent with countless tiny holes, the sunlight poured in from above, scorching the people like seedlings in the early stages of drought; they had no energy left, even eating less food.
Ha Ha could only eat a box of rice now.
