Chapter 180: One is not enough? One more, one for each person!
Bifang broke the reindeer bones, began to select bone pieces of suitable size, and then carefully polished them with stones.
"Short-term survival without salt is not a big problem , but long-term salt deprivation may cause some serious consequences, such as neurasthenia and general fatigue."
"In more serious cases, it can also cause nausea, vomiting, anorexia, low blood pressure, dizziness, headaches, decreased vision, and even cerebral infarction."
"The solution to this problem is also very simple. We can use seawater to dilute sea salt near the sea, but sea salt has too many impurities, so it can only be used as a temporary solution."
"You can also collect your own sweat or drink the blood of animals. These are both good ways to replenish salt."
[So Fang Shen kept the deer blood for drinking? ]
[Damn, it’s been almost a week, it must have gone bad, right?]
This is truly primitive survival.
"No, I didn't save the deer blood to drink, but I have a better choice, which is to eat as much meat as possible!"
Bifang showed the bone piece in his hand to everyone. It was originally just a piece of broken bone, but now he had polished it into a fishhook shape!
"Capturing animals is more difficult, but it is also a good way to replenish salt. However, compared with the previous methods, it is undoubtedly much more difficult."
"This is a fishhook I made from a reindeer bone. We are almost done with its meat, but we can use its bones and blood to catch more fish."
This move really shocked netizens. They didn't expect that Bifang would even not let go of the reindeer bones. Is there anyone who is better at exploiting resources than him?
[Damn, even the black-hearted capitalists are not as good at squeezing as Lao Fang! He doesn’t even let go of the bones! ]
[Reindeer: I've been squeezed dry. There's really not a drop left.]
[Weak: Hey, I can use the salt on my body, and I can also dry sea salt. Strong: Give it to me, I want to eat meat! ]
"Bone fish hooks are a very old traditional method. They are made by grinding animal bones into hook shapes. Although they are not very convenient and quick, they are stable and durable."
The thread was still being pulled out from the robe. Compared to before departure, the robe was visibly shorter, revealing Bifang's ankles.
"In addition to this barbed tip, I made the vertical end into a T shape so that the line won't fall off easily."
Bifang tied the rope tightly, turned around and asked Etienne: "Can you give me a button?"
Etienne simply pulled a button off his coat, and Bifang took it and tied it to the fishing line as well.
"The best times to fish are early in the morning, at dusk, on full moon nights, or any night if you have a light source. Fish movements are hard to predict. Their behavior varies from species to species. The time of year, the saltiness of the water, as well as the temperature and current strength all have an impact, but there are a few general rules."
"Prefers to rest in slow-moving water, hide among debris and rocks, seek out oxygen-rich water, and seek food and warmth in the shadows of deeper lakes."
"Some fish are attracted to glittery objects - hang tinfoil, buttons, coins, a piece of coloured clothing or anything else that sparkles on the hook."
Bifang took Etienne barefoot to a gravel beach, which was full of white foam after the tide went out, and was wet and slippery to step on.
The black tide with white splashes hit the gravel beach in front of me. Occasionally, small shrimps or crabs with reflective shells crawled across the gravel beach. These little creatures were knocked to and fro by the subsequent tide, but after regaining their balance, they continued to crawl hard. The gravel beach was dotted with these little creatures reflecting the light.
"These are also good ingredients. If we don't catch any fish today, we can eat them."
Bifang picked up a small crab and threw it into the sea, then poured the reindeer's blood and entrails into the sea to create an area that would attract fish.
Then put the hook down and wait.
Etienne held the fishing line, while Bifang held the wooden spear, ready to kill the fish with one strike if it was hooked.
Ten minutes later, the fishhook moved.
Splash, a wave splashed up.
Bifang's voice became very small: "Hey, did you see that? That wave, it might be a big one!"
[Damn, it feels like a big fish! ]
[Yes, the water here is very deep, only Fang Shen can grasp it, and he will definitely catch a big fish! ]
[I know this, Europe's North Sea fishing ground is one of the four largest fishing grounds in the world! ]
[Damn, I remember now. I learned geography in junior high school! ]
The audience was very excited. Bifang was also a calm god. He drew out his spear the moment Etienne indicated that the fish had taken the hook.
Crash!
The big fish that was stabbed struggled violently, and was picked up by Bifang, splashing water everywhere.
He wiped the water stains off his face. In the moonlight, the tiger-skin pattern on the fish's back was faintly visible. Bifang quickly recognized what kind of fish it was.
"It's mackerel!" Bifang's face was full of joy. The fish was quite large, as long as an adult male's forearm. "This kind of fish is very common. It's a very fat fish with dark meat. It's very suitable for grilling!"
"Can we have something else for dinner?"
Etienne was delighted; he was almost sick of eating the hard, smoked, air-dried venison every day for a week.
But Bifang shook his head and said, "Wait a minute, what makes me happy is not that I can change the taste of dinner, but that mackerel like to gather in groups and are attracted to light. November is the fishing season for mackerel."
Etienne understood immediately: "Can we catch more?"
"That's right!" Bifang grinned and poured more deer blood. "Come on, we can catch it for another week's worth of food!"
"good!"
…
The next morning, fish bones scattered all over the ground and curls of smoke showed how rich their harvest was the night before.
Sixteen fish in total, enough to provide food for another week.
Smoked fish was hanging on the wing, and a familiar scene appeared again.
"You drive."
Bifang had no intention of driving the balcony for the New Year.
Etienne's face fell, and he knew that he would have to do this embarrassing thing again.
"This is all sea, don't blame me if you go in the wrong direction!"
Bifang ignored Etienne's final struggle and said, "Don't worry, I'm watching from behind."
Sitting in the seat, Etienne really wanted to fly the glider to do a Pugachev's Cobra maneuver and throw Bifang off directly, but he thought his life was more important, his life was more important.
The sea is filled with sunshine and seagulls are flying low.
It was my first time flying over the sea. The scenery was the same everywhere and I couldn’t tell the direction at all. Moreover, as we moved away from the offshore, the islands became increasingly scarce. It often took an hour or two to come across one, which made me inevitably feel a little nervous.
But as time went on, Etienne gradually relaxed and began to enjoy this rare scene.
"It's a really nice day today."
"That's not necessarily true."
Bifang interrupted Etienne's comfort and even began to suspect whether this boy had the potential to be a poisonous milk.
The dark clouds in the distance were so huge that it made people shudder with fear, as if some powerful monster was coming with a rolling evil wind to eat the flesh of Monk Tang.
