The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 1662 - 1652: Sea of Sand (Part 4)

This reminder, Xia Siyu thought, was just bullshit.

Previously, the production team would deliberately create some difficulties, but these difficulties shouldn’t involve life-threatening risks. Since last year, when two staff members from a love reality show on a neighboring channel died and Chen Fan was seriously injured, she couldn’t believe this show’s team wouldn’t take caution.

The place they came to is a small town, historically a must-pass on the Ancient Silk Road.

This time going to Moon State, they had studied it carefully; there’s a stretch of road, a national highway. If they drive along this highway, it only takes a little over two hours, nearly two hundred kilometers. But if they travel by camel, including rest time, it takes two days.

But there’s another stretch, about twenty kilometers without a highway, which takes just half a day on foot.

Approximately, they should arrive at the destination by the evening or night of the third day.

It can be said, this is the routine of the production team, deliberately making them suffer.

After setting everything up, Xia Siyu directly asked Shang Feifei, who had participated in the show before, in front of the production team: "Did you guys also play the competition like this when you were in the show?"

Shang Feifei didn’t answer, but Han Yifan chimed in, saying: "Junior sister, if I had known they would turn this into a wilderness survival show, I wouldn’t have signed up."

The production team was laughing: "Did you understand? If you did, every group come over to collect your ’start-up funds’. These three hundred, you must use them sparingly; it’s all the money you have for the next two days. Your food, clothing, and daily necessities must be used sparingly."

"Use sparingly," these words didn’t bother Xia Siyu at all.

Although the production team was ruthless, they still prepared basic supplies like tents and sleeping bags for the guests. They also instructed the guests to fully stock up on supplies at a local farmer’s market, as there would be no places to resupply on the road.

Xia Siyu took the money but didn’t spend it immediately; instead, she looked back to Bo Yan.

Bo Yan and Han Yifan were actually the only two with wilderness survival experience among them. When they were young, whether fearing kidnapping or training their willpower, they indeed participated in many such summer camps. Especially Bo Yan, whose parents died in an accident when he was young, had a heightened sense of crisis. Han Yifan, under the pretense of "training willpower and improving physical fitness," also joined in, visiting many places.

Zhou Weiwei and the other two groups had already gone to the market to stock up. Bo Yan first chatted with a guide upon returning, roughly asking what things they needed to bring, and also analyzed with a map for any possible resupply points and points of caution along the route.

In fact, this journey isn’t long; two hundred kilometers, and a car could get there in a little over two hours. With so many people, if real danger struck, they’d still have time for rescue. Of course, that would probably be quite embarrassing.

Water is the most crucial resource in the desert. The human body is made up of 80% water, but just a 5% deficiency would cause dehydration symptoms. And just a few hours of dehydration could pose life-threatening risks. But there’s another important point: calories.

It’s common sense that deserts are very hot, especially in the summer. Many people’s impression of deserts is endless sand dunes, no water sources, few organisms, and primarily heat—extremely dry heat.

But actually, because of the dryness and sand, the temperature difference between day and night in the desert is immense. There’s a saying, "Wear thin clothes at midday and gauze at night, eat watermelon around a stove." Sometimes the day-night temperature difference can even reach forty or fifty degrees, so they’d have to prepare more for the night.

Generally, they wouldn’t stay in such deserts long; even if they did, it would be treated as leisure, driving straight through. But if they planned to live in the desert, they would need to study the climate and hydrology and equip themselves with corresponding facilities.

Furthermore, there are the last twenty kilometers without a national highway. There might be roads, but they might not be as clear as highways and could be buried in sand. Bo Yan asked the guide, who said the production team had stipulated not to intervene too much unless they seriously deviated, in which case they’d guide them back a bit.

In other words, if they didn’t understand directions, they might take the long way.

Bo Yan actually did bring warm clothes himself, not expecting the production team to truly turn this into "wilderness survival," but knowing the desert’s large temperature difference, he especially brought warm clothes. He turned to Xia Siyu: "Did you bring warm clothes?"

Xia Siyu looked puzzled: "What warm clothes? Long sleeves and trousers? I brought those. For mosquito prevention. And a sun-protective jacket."

Sun protection wasn’t the issue; she was protecting against insects. The desert had its fair share of insects, including snakes, lizards, and scorpions. Her long sleeves and trousers were for that purpose. Moreover, she had just finished filming a director Yu’s movie and flew in directly, so she hadn’t had time to buy warm clothes.

She did have one jacket, a sun-protective one; it wasn’t to prevent tanning—her fair skin didn’t tan—it was to prevent sunburn.

Bo Yan said helplessly: "Looks like we have to buy one."

But warm clothes are generally expensive, just one could be quite costly.

But not preparing was not an option, so they had to circle around the market to see.

Then there’s the compass, but in this regard, Bo Yan already had a solution, so they could save that expense.

After asking the guide, he didn’t go to the market but headed to the production team first, to see what equipment they might provide.

Sure enough, aside from tents and sleeping bags, they didn’t even have lanterns, let alone pots and pans. No wonder the production team "generously" gave them three hundred to go shopping. Three hundred would barely cover compressed biscuits.

He asked the production team whether they had enough camels and if they needed to carry their luggage. This time, the production team did a decent thing, agreeing that the luggage could be carried by camels. But camels couldn’t carry too much, so they still had to plan.

He turned to consult with Xia Siyu: "Now we have two plans; pick one."

Xia Siyu nodded: "Go ahead."

Bo Yan said: "One is to be a bit more free with the money, leaving some to handle the production team’s potential tricks, but that means we can only eat compressed biscuits. The other is to be a bit tighter; there won’t be much money left, but we can buy pots and pans, which will also cost money, but we can eat better."

Was there even a choice needed? Xia Siyu decisively chose: "I want to eat better."