Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 733 - 730: Reserving a Spot, Will Modify After 20 Minutes
Chapter 733: Chapter 730: Reserving a Spot, Will Modify After 20 Minutes
Bi Fang, clad in a deerskin coat, waved contentedly from the shore as the Thesus set sail toward the horizon, while nearby, a gray whale surfaced, revealing its back and spouting mist.
Before long, the ocean returned to its serene state, the whale continued to swim powerfully as if nothing had happened.
The lone cry of the whale echoed over the desolate plain, melancholic and profound.
Bi Fang had witnessed “whale breaches” several times, but never had he observed them from such a close distance.
Humans always want to “explain” every action of animals, yet in the end, they still cannot understand what whales truly intend to convey through such behavior.
It might just want to feel the breeze on the sea surface or maybe it just felt like jumping up for no particular reason.
However, the scene before their eyes left the onlookers speechless—their hearts filled with an unexplainable something, like a surge of emotion, a thread of thought.
Perhaps what moved people was not the giant whale in the frame but the unique vastness of Nature surrounding it, and the minuteness of their own existence within it.
Always living day by day amongst grey buildings, yet, at the same moment, another kind of time is indeed flowing slowly.
Being able to keep this in mind in a corner of one’s heart during everyday life is sure to bring an immense difference.
[When I have money, I’ll definitely go around and have a look.]
[A corporate slave should act like one, accepting your fate of good fortune and just stay put in these few square meters.]
[Ah, if only people could live longer, like two hundred years, with everything before fifty being considered as youth. That would be so cool, all the pressure would vanish.]
[The sorrow of short-lived species, akin to plankton that live but a day, whose sole purpose is to find a mate and then reproduce.]
[Amidst birth in the morning and death in the evening, I want to leave behind something else.]
[Descendants, maybe? (Dog’s head)]
The audience once again started debating about life, and Bi Fang stood up and waved one last time toward the Thesus as it disappeared.
The ship vanished into the distance, the seals scared into the sea poked out their heads, seeing that the whale was gone, and cautiously climbed onto the ice floes, lying on the ice, contentedly slapping their bellies.
Another rescue mission was complete.
Bi Fang’s gaze lingered on the undulating sea, he sighed deeply, and felt a sudden relief that made even the cold wind on his body feel not so cold anymore.
The matter with the gray whale was perfectly resolved; now, his attention needed to return to the days he had marked down—currently, it’s late November, and there were still two months to go.
Back at the cabin on his dog-sled, Bi Fang processed the reindeer meat further, first separating fat from lean meat to deal with them separately and minimize any potential loss.
Then he buried the excess reindeer meat in a pit in the ground.
“I feel like a squirrel storing pine nuts for winter. It’s pretty much the same, considering it’s already winter,” said Bi Fang, dusting off his hands and shaking off the snowflakes. “Actually, we could hang the meat in the trees, and it would have the same effect, but making rope is really too troublesome, so let’s just bury it on the spot.”
With food, water, and enough fuel, Bi Fang thought his life would be absolutely blessed in the days to come.
Two hunts, one musk ox, two reindeer, amounting to over three hundred kilograms of meat.
Even the hyena packs with the highest hunting success rate in the natural world couldn’t achieve such results; this was truly the king of the wild!
Survival of the fittest is the unfailing rule for those who want to live in Nature!
The sun’s energy sustains all life, but humans can’t survive through photosynthesis alone. To survive, one must hunt, and to live well, one must know how to hunt.
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It was December now.
More than a week had passed since the rescue of the Gray Whale, marking Bi Fang’s fortieth day of wilderness survival in the Arctic. The temperature seemed to have stabilized at minus forty degrees—a frightening cold, yet not deadly.
Layered in two deer skins, Bi Fang could even spare a change of clothes.
Brushing off the dry snow from his body, Bi Fang added the freshly made charcoal into the fire pit.
In the beginning, Bi Fang had been adding firewood, but he soon found that charcoal was more comfortable to use. Not only was the heat more stable, but it also lasted longer, so he switched to using charcoal thereafter.
Having added the charcoal, Bi Fang covered the pit, leaving just a small vent for airflow, and then stood up to open the cabin’s door.
“Ga.”
At the sound, six dogs perked up their heads and bounded through the snow towards him. They shook off their fur and squeezed by Bi Fang’s feet into the cabin, pushing through the half-closed door in single file.
Goudan, Fugui, and Wangcai were the first three sled dogs Bi Fang had encountered. Though it went unsaid, it was clear that these three were of much higher status than the others—they first claimed spots beside the heated brick bed, cuddling up to the warm stones and yawning.
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Goudan had attempted to jump onto the brick bed several times before but was pulled down each time by the ear by Bi Fang. Now a bit more behaved, he still required close attention.
The remaining three dogs stayed close to Sanshao, occupying other spots in the cabin. With such a small space and six large dogs dividing up all the room except for the fire pit, there was almost no place left for Bi Fang to stand.
Bi Fang sighed and turned to the unmanned drone: “That’s it for today’s livestream. Lately, things have been relatively leisurely. I’ve made quite a few tools and polished the sled. In a couple of days, I’ll see if I can find some plants to replenish my vitamins.”
With that, the livestream was turned off.
The past week’s content hadn’t been particularly novel, so the days Bi Fang went live weren’t very long. It was more like a routine report.
The drone settled on the ground, and Bi Fang took off his hat, carefully stepping through the gaps left between the dogs to reach the brick bed. He took off his coat to use as a pillow and then felt the bed.
“Perfect, warm, but not too hot.”
Adding charcoal to the brick bed was a technical matter. Too much and you’d overheat, sweating like you’re in a steamer; too little and you’d be chilled to the bone in the middle of the night. Even with Bi Fang’s strong constitution, it had been a bit too much to bear until things had recently improved. Over several attempts, he had come to understand the right amount to use for a comfortable night’s sleep.
The charcoal in the fire pit glowed a faint red, continuously radiating heat that warmed the cabin and made one drowsy.
Outside, the wind howled, but inside, one man and six dogs slipped into peaceful dreams.
Goudan’s head rested against the stone, his mouth gradually opening to let his tongue slip out while his fur faintly smelled of being singed.
In the middle of the night.
The blizzard intensified, blurring the landscape.
Atop a hundred-meter-high cliff, several claws stepped into the snow, leaving deep prints.
A dozen pairs of green eyes glimmered in the darkness.
In the air, a fragrance long-missed began to spread.
