Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 497 - : 494

Chapter 497: 494

“Envious, so envious.”

Watching Bi Fang in the live stream following the direction of the fleeing pheasant, many peers left tears of sorrow.

Ever since Bi Fang’s Wilderness Survivalist live streaming became popular, whether by choice or by force, those hosts who had previously specialized in outdoors content had to start adding similar offerings.

Otherwise, simply traveling and walking had no competitive power at all!

It’s not about competing with Bi Fang, but competing with the original peers…

While others were eating all kinds of disgusting, exotic food, capturing chickens, and making traps, you sat there, drinking water, chatting, and admiring the distant scenery…

No wonder before Wilderness Survivalist emerged, the outdoor section was a niche area, in addition to being a display of wealth.

Li Xiuran was one of them; without money to flaunt luxury cars or splash out to attract attention, he had to switch from mountain climbing to adventurous mountain climbing, frequently searching for “wild caves.”

Unfortunately, even if they really changed their style, all of them together were still no match for Bi Fang alone.

While they dug up earthworms to eat raw, swallowing dirt with twisted faces, Bi Fang hunted reindeer with a spear, devouring fresh, bloody hearts…

They struggled to catch a domestic chicken that had strayed from the group, eating charred meat from a simple barbecue, while Bi Fang went to sea and wrestled with dozens of sharks, pulling one onto a raft and making a pot of shark fin soup…

Dripping with sweat, they climbed mountains thousands of meters high, cheering loudly, while Bi Fang climbed Mount Everest without oxygen, planting the flag and becoming the first one to do so…

Them… forget it, I can’t go on, I’m about to cry.

We are all on Earth, all humans, all with two eyes and a nose, but Bi Fang is like a high mountain, not just Mount Everest but Mount Olympus.

Yes, the one on Mars.

Watching the live stream viewers who are chanting “666,” Li Xiuran feels indescribably desolate.

The pheasant is a protected species, and although it’s not a crime unless in large numbers, seeing Bi Fang hunt openly, while getting berated for accidentally stepping on a toad, Li Xiuran feels particularly aggrieved.

But there’s nothing he can do; with a background, strength, and certificates, that’s how arrogant one can be.

There was a predecessor called Lu, apparently the first to shift his style and follow the trend, seeming to have some entanglement with Bi Fang, hoping to hitch a ride for some popularity. In the end, he was bashed so badly he couldn’t even muster half a “mom.” Not only did he lose almost all his original fan base, but even the newcomers came with a mocking attitude.

The guy was quite diligent, often interacting live with other hosts, but alas, some things he did were not quite honorable.

Rumor has it he’s now changed his name, and the guild behind him is nearly bankrupt. Pitiful.

Don’t think about these anymore.

Li Xiuran took out his thick notebook, pulled off the pen cap, and earnestly wrote down the five characters for “Archer’s Paradox”, stroke by stroke, with a seriousness resembling a kindergarten child first learning to write.

No one is born a wilderness survival expert; everyone has to follow and learn at their own pace.

Still have to learn!

It’s not embarrassing, everyone is the same.

…

Elsewhere, Bi Fang had also successfully found the second trembling pheasant on the road.

His arrows were poisoned.

“The milky juice of the Blood-Sealing Throat Tree could cause paralysis of the heart, blockage of blood vessels, coagulation of blood, leading to asphyxiation and death upon contact with wounds on humans or livestock.”

“If it got into the eyes, it would cause blindness; a few milligrams could kill amphibians, and although it was just a graze, and it would not be fatal, the pheasant must have suffered terribly. There, we caught up with it.”

When the pheasant saw Bi Fang approaching, it tried to flee, but already poisoned, it could not move its limbs and was pinned to the ground with an arrow.

Stuffing the still-struggling pheasant into his bag, Bi Fang headed back the way he came.

Just as he approached the shelter, Bi Fang saw water monitors perched on the fence, as though inspecting something.

But upon turning their heads and seeing Bi Fang return, their bodies trembled, swaying from side to side as they hid inside their cave.

[Ah, always ready for a backstab]

[Water Monitor: That guy hasn’t come back for a long time today, I feel like I’m in again]

Bi Fang had no time to pay attention to them, having a very pressing matter to attend to, even his expressions became somewhat solemn.

If he was late with this task, the consequences would be unimaginable, and much effort might be completely wasted.

The poison of the Blood-Sealing Throat Tree accelerates the coagulation of the blood. A significant amount of time had passed since the capture until the return, and without bleeding, the chicken…

It would not taste good!

Viewers: “…”

[When did Master Fang start making jokes?]

[Master Fang making jokes is still so handsome]

[Ah, he’s so humorous, I’m in love]

[Another two have gone mad, get out of here!]

Bi Fang quickly set up a flat stone, placed both chickens on it, covered them with leaves, took out a bamboo tube to collect blood, and pulled out two arrows.

There was no blood-spraying effect, as the blood had already become somewhat sluggish. Bi Fang hurriedly cut open the throat, squeezing from top to bottom to extract the chicken’s blood.

The viscous blood dripped down the bamboo tube.

Bi Fang shook his head, “You could have come earlier, but now I even have salt. Still, I can’t waste it. I can make it into blood curd.”

After all the blood was extracted, Bi Fang picked up the bamboo tube to check—there wasn’t as much as he had expected; some still remained inside the bodies.

“If you’ve cooked at home, you’ll know that if you don’t bleed the meat well, it will taste very fishy. I haven’t eaten pheasant before, so I don’t know what it tastes like.”

Smacking his lips, Bi Fang put the chickens into boiling water to rinse. After scalding for a while, some blood strands emerged, and Bi Fang started plucking feathers with his bare hands.

Pheasants and chickens look very different; the pheasants have incredibly beautiful feathers.

Bi Fang didn’t waste any, collecting all the feathers, especially the long ones from the tail. After plucking them, he stuck them on his head, creating the most classic Indian look.

[I want those feathers]

[Can you send me some?]

[The raffle now is so exclusive that ordinary fans can’t even participate, boo hoo hoo]

After dealing with two of them, Bi Fang moved over to the enclosure wall.

There was a piece of dried clay on the wall that had completely air dried and needed significant force to crush. Bi Fang had placed it there the previous afternoon.

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He crushed the clay into a powder and mixed it with some fish bone and stone powders.

While mixing, Bi Fang explained, “Making pottery is different from making furnaces. Pottery is fragile and thin, so we need to add some harder substances to prevent the pottery from cracking due to excessive shrinking during firing.”

“That’s why I’ve added some fish bone and stone powders. Stone powder on its own works fine too, as it’s readily available. If possible, you can also mix in sand, eggshell powder, shell powder, or even broken bits of pottery.”

[Another little detail]

[I learned nothing]

[Cook chicken soup, cook chicken soup]

[Hehehe, here comes the chicken soup, not too salty or bland, tastes amazing]

Once the mixture was ready, Bi Fang added water in the right amount and began kneading the clay on a stone slab, striking it with a stick as one would knead dough.

“The clay should be moist and soft, but not sticky to the hands. During kneading, you need to repeatedly slam it down to avoid any air bubbles, or else it might expand during firing and cause the pottery to crack.”

Once the right consistency of the clay was achieved, Bi Fang used a completely manual hand building technique, sticking his thumb inside and gradually spreading it open.

Without pottery wheels, any irregularities in the crafting might directly lead to the object cracking. Even a minor collision might have severe consequences.

Gradually opening the clay ensures a symmetrical shape, but unfortunately, it can’t be made too large as that would be hard to control.

Stopping once it was the size of a water jug, Bi Fang started on the next one.

“I never intended to make them too big anyway; that would be inconvenient. The goal of making these jars is to improve our living conditions. We can cut the pheasants into small pieces and stew them bit by bit, like pot-cooked meat. Just right to cook a meal at a time.”

[This easy life, I’m so jealous]

[Envious. When I was traveling in xj, I had pot-cooked meat with pigeon and mutton stewed inside, incredibly fragrant, drool-worthy.]

[I’ve been thinking, if we just gave Master Fang a woman, wouldn’t he be able to create a civilization in the forest?]

[Need one? I can sign up, dog’s head]

[Are you seriously competing for this?]

[You guys can’t reproduce a third generation anyway. According to Old Fang, it’s functionally extinct, so I’ll sign up too. Take me with you]

[What is this, a matchmaking event?]

[Keep rationalizing, I’m listening]

After making a total of five pottery jars the size of water jugs, Bi Fang set them aside on a stone slab to dry.

“Don’t fire the freshly made pottery jars right away. Let them dry first, then fire them. They’ll be more durable this way. Now we have a blast furnace. But if we had nothing at all, we could also dig a hole in the ground and fire them that way, a method still widely used in many parts of the world today.”

“If the temperature of the fire is too low, the pottery might crack. However, we have charcoal from the blast furnace, so we should be able to make good pottery.”

“Okay, the morning is almost over, and now comes the main event, processing the iron bacteria.”

Bi Fang rubbed his earth-covered palms and moved over to the second stone slab, on which there was some charcoal that he ground into a black powder with a stone.

Just then, a comment in the live stream caught the viewers’ attention.

[Someone nearby is smelting iron…]

[Damn, are they riding the popularity wave?]

[They “found” iron ore in the mountains and then took it to a factory to smelt it themselves… What’s that about? They didn’t show any skills]

[Ah, is that it.]

[The other person was born on a mine, but our guy only has iron bacteria]

[Master Fang rocks, end of story!]

Armed with charcoal powder, Bi Fang went down to the blast furnace, opened the lid, and inside were the white remains of burned ash, which he took some of and put into a bamboo container.

Last of all, he took out the iron bacteria.

Although it hadn’t rained in the past few days, the iron bacteria in the dirt pit were still moist. But that’s not what Bi Fang needed; instead, he took the pre-dried ones from the bamboo basket.

After being exposed to the wind and sun for a long time, the moist iron bacteria had turned into yellow rust soil.

And just like that, one yellow, one gray, one black—three materials combined to form the key to iron preparation.

“Wood ash contains sulfur, which helps the iron to liquefy, while the char is used for the reductive smelting of iron oxide.”

[Wait, iron oxide? Didn’t you say we were using iron hydroxide to make iron before?]

[Didn’t pay attention in chemistry class, did you? What do you think Master Fang was doing when he was exposing the iron bacteria to the wind and sun?]

[When iron hydroxide is exposed to air, its color changes. 2Fe(OH)3 == Fe2O3 + 3H2O, eventually turning into iron oxide, with the water evaporating. Junior high chemistry…]

[I’ve forgotten it, got a problem?]

Bi Fang was pleased to see the comments; at least some people understood: “That’s right, that’s the equation. So what we have now is iron oxide, not iron hydroxide anymore.”

“Now, we mix them in a one-to-one ratio, add a little water, and shape them into cakes!”