Chapter 241 I can still sleep for a while
Bifang stood on the raft and looked around, and found that several existing containers were used and there was no way to free up another one.
In the end, he chose to cut off another piece of tent cloth, took out the plastic bottle from the water purification device, drank the fresh water in it, then covered the bottle mouth with the tent cloth, poked his fingers in to stick to the inner wall, and finally tied the bottle mouth with a rope.
After doing all this, Bifang grabbed the fishing line and pulled the capelin out again. The fishhook scraped the seagull's trachea, bringing out some blood.
Many female viewers couldn't help but close their eyes after seeing this scene, feeling a little uncomfortable.
[It's too pitiful that you can't even die as a full bird. 】
[What is Lao Fang doing with a cup? ]
【Bleeding?】
"Yes, I need a container to collect the blood. On the one hand, it may be useful in the future. On the other hand, if we put the blood directly into the sea, it may attract some dangerous creatures. Although I have a raft, it is better to avoid dangerous situations as much as possible."
Bifang took out an obsidian dagger, pointed it at the seagull's neck and stabbed it. Bright red blood immediately flowed down the dagger and began to drip into the bottle mouth at a certain position.
Watching the blood flow into the bottle and begin to fill the tent cloth, Bifang nodded. The obsidian dagger was indeed sharp and worked very well to use.
Bifang raised his index finger with his right hand holding the knife, pointed at the blood flowing down the blade and asked, "Have any friends living in the countryside ever seen a butcher slaughter a pig?"
"When bleeding like this, we'd better use a sharp weapon to stab it in and block the wound, so that the blood will flow down with our knife. If we choose to cut it open, the blood will splash out from the artery and it will not be effectively collected. The same is true for slaughtering pigs. Pig blood is also a delicacy. It would be a waste to splash too much. In addition, stabbing the sharp knife directly into the neck can kill the prey as quickly as possible to prevent it from suffering for too long. Therefore, a good butcher pays attention to 'one clean cut' when slaughtering pigs."
In the past, slaughtering pigs was an important tradition during festivals, but now such activities are less and less common. Only a small number of viewers who lived in rural areas when they were young still have some impression of it. When comparing it with what Bifang said, they recalled everything at once and nodded their heads.
[Strange knowledge has increased]
[Fuck, this is the first time I heard this explanation. I always thought it was just to reduce the suffering of pigs.]
[Plus one, I saw pigs being slaughtered when I was a kid, but this is the first time I know there is such a thing. I’ve learned a lot.]
[I can tell from the first glance that Fang Shen is an experienced butcher. His technique is so smooth. If I haven’t slaughtered a hundred pigs before, I can’t tell you anything.]
[Brush? Are you leveling up here to increase your proficiency? ]
[It’s obvious that Lao Fang is a professional player. He must have killed a lot of pigs to level up.]
Blood was dripping out, and when it was almost all gone, Bifang wiped the blade of the knife on the tent cloth. Then he tied the tent cloth around the mouth of the bottle and took out the blood bag in the bottle, which was bulging like a balloon filled with water.
In this way, the blood is collected without wasting the bottle. The bottle can be put back into the container and the water purification device can be used again.
However, without boiling water, plucking the feathers was a bit difficult. Bifang took a long time to pluck all the feathers from the seagull, and finally put it into the charcoal fire to grill.
It is rather troublesome to dry seagulls, so it is better to eat them for dinner while they are still fresh. Bifang has never eaten seagulls before, so he was a little looking forward to it. However, he was greatly disappointed after the seagulls were roasted. He couldn't help but wonder if he had no talent for cooking, or if the ingredients themselves were not up to standard.
It's fishy and old, and tastes like tree bark.
But since it was already grilled, Bifang was reluctant to waste the charcoal. It was food after all, so he had to bite the bullet and finish it all. When he spit out the last bone, he felt relieved.
"To be honest, seagulls are not tasty at all. They are fishy and woody. I suggest you don't try them unless you are forced to drift on the sea like me. Besides, seagulls eat everything and live by the sea. They may have accumulated a lot of heavy metals and even bacteria in their bodies. They must be roasted before eating."
[Hahaha, this is the first time I hear Lao Fang say something tastes bad]
[Interesting]
[I also remember eating it when I was a kid, but it wasn’t very tasty, the meat was tough and fishy]
[It seems that we can’t eat it now. This thing seems to be a three-prohibited thing in China. If you exceed a certain amount, you will be fined. It’s only abroad that there are so many of them that you can do whatever you want. I guess it’s because it tastes too bad. ]
After eating the seagull, it was already evening. Bifang watched the sunset gradually sinking, reconfirmed the direction and then folded the sails. Seeing this, the audience knew that Bifang was about to go off the air.
Bifang has been doing this for the past two days. The purpose of retracting the sails is to avoid strong winds from different directions suddenly blowing at night, causing the raft to drift too far.
"But the arrival of the seagulls is also , because even if the seagulls are lost by the wind, they won't be blown to the center of the ocean all of a sudden. This means that we are indeed getting closer to the continent, maybe a hundred kilometers, or maybe two hundred kilometers, but I think there is a high probability that I can find the continent before the end of the twenty-one days."
Bifang stood on the bow, stretching his body towards the sunset. From the back, he looked like he was embracing the sun, his body full of golden light.
The speed of the ocean current is about ten kilometers per day, but Bifang now has a sail, and under the action of wind, it can travel at least twenty kilometers a day, and even thirty kilometers is not impossible.
Judging from the appearance of seabirds and the color of the sea water, as long as the direction is correct, finding the continent is a foregone conclusion.
When Bifang thought of this, he felt very excited. No matter how beautiful the ocean scenery was, it would always feel monotonous after a while .
and……
Bifang stretched out his palm. Due to long-term exposure to the sun, he has become much darker than when he first came to the sea. It is not surprising to say that he is a sea dweller...
"Okay, that's it for today's live broadcast. See you tomorrow."
Bifang withdrew his palm and lowered the sail, turning it into a tent again. After saying goodbye to the audience, he returned to the life raft to sleep. Lying inside the raft, Bifang, who had eaten and drunk his fill, soon began to feel sleepy.
With the support of the raft, the stability of the entire raft increased greatly. It was no longer bumpy like before. Instead, it became soft and comfortable because of the inflation, and I fell asleep quickly.
Waves rise with the wind.
When Bifang opened his eyes again, he found that the temperature seemed to be much lower, which was completely different from the feeling when he woke up a few days ago.
The change in climate made him frown.
Is it going to rain again?
Bifang opened the tent and felt the coldness invade him. His brain, which had been hazy since he woke up, seemed to be cleared up as if a basin of cold water was poured into it.
He stared at the sea with wide eyes nervously and found that it was just cold, so cold that he wanted to go back to the tent, wrap himself in the canvas and continue to sleep. There was no wind around, and the sky began to grow gloomy.
The audience who received the notice of the broadcast quickly rushed in. They suddenly became nervous when they saw this scene, as they still remembered the storm a few days ago.
[What's going on? Is it going to rain again? ]
[I heard the bad news early in the morning]
[Is this the second goal? ]
【God damn, he scored twice】
Bifang looked at it seriously for two seconds, and then his gaze became lazy again, mixed with a hint of joy.
" It's okay, it's not a storm, just a normal drizzle. I can still sleep for a while."
