Chapter 480: Stinky Konjac
Early morning of the sixth day of survival in the Xishuangbanna rainforest.
Bifang had a splitting headache and came to a fire pit. He poured clean water into it. His eyes were bloodshot under the reflection of the water.
"Damn it, what bad luck."
I thought I had found a good place, but unexpectedly, Bifang opened the live broadcast room tiredly and said good morning out of habit.
On the other side of the ocean, in the Ugly Country, Peter was just about to go to bed when he received a live broadcast notification from Bifang. After hesitating for a moment, he withdrew his hand from turning off the lights.
"Well, just watch for half an hour, and then go to bed after another half an hour."
Pulling the cushion over and sitting on the bed, Peter quickly opened the APP. Just as he opened it, footsteps were heard in the corridor.
Peter shuddered all over and reached for the light to turn it on as if he had been electrocuted.
Click.
The room fell into darkness.
After a while, my aunt's voice came from outside the door: "Peter? Aren't you going to bed yet?"
Peter was extremely embarrassed, but he didn't dare to answer, so he buried his head in the quilt.
"If you don't get up for school tomorrow, you're screwed."
After waiting for a while, the footsteps gradually faded away, and only the sound of breathing remained in the dark room.
Peter took a light breath, threw back the quilt, picked up his phone again, and just turned it on. In the dark room, a pair of strange scarlet eyes filled the entire screen, staring at him intently.
A strange cry was heard, and Peter buried himself in the quilt and screamed again.
"I will never stay up late playing with my phone again!"
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[Fuck, what's wrong with Lao Fang? Why are his eyes so red?]
[What did you do at night? Why did you end up like this?]
[Damn it, as soon as I came in, a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at me, which scared me. Fortunately, it was broad daylight.]
The audience was shocked and didn’t understand how Bifang could become like this in just one night. Did he stay up late?
No, people stay up late to play with their phones. They go to work. Why would they stay up late in the rain forest?
Dark and dangerous.
Bifang scratched his messy hair and yawned. He felt listless after not getting enough sleep. Facing the audience's questions, he stood up and followed the remaining smell in the air to the audience.
Among the many dead leaves and vines, a purple plant had fallen to the ground. It looked as if it had been destroyed and its roots had been repeatedly smashed by something.
"Yes, it's this thing that kept me awake all night."
Thinking of what happened last night, Bifang became furious. He had been sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, but was suddenly awakened by a foul smell.
My goodness, it was not just a normal stench, it was simply like a pile of dead fish piled together and then covered with feces, and then baked in a large dryer underneath. The unique smell lasted for a long time.
When Bifang first woke up, he was still confused and thought he had encountered something strange. He fearfully lit a torch and searched nearby, and then he found the plant in front of him by following the smell.
Of course, it was definitely not like this when I first discovered it, it was still growing fine.
Bifang's nose was so sensitive that he couldn't stand it. He almost died. In anger, he chopped everything to pieces.
Unfortunately, the smell had already spread, and Bifang could only struggle in the second half of the night, unable to fall asleep and suffering.
At this moment, Bifang 's nose was a little hoarse. "It's very dangerous to travel in the rain forest at night. Not only can I not tell the direction, but I'm also likely to run into animals that come out to hunt. As a result, I can only stay in the tree hole and sprinkle some lemongrass crumbs around, hoping to relieve the pain."
[Hahaha, sorry, I can’t help it]
[Ah, this, how smelly must it be to be so smelly that I can’t sleep]
[Wait, I think I've seen this before, is it konjac? ]
Bifang nodded. "Arum taro, from the Araceae family, blooms before leaves. The flowers are huge. At night, the flowers suddenly heat up and emit a foul smell to attract dung beetles for pollination."
Attract dung beetles for pollination?
“Puff.”
In the subway, a viewer who was watching the live broadcast suddenly laughed out loud. When he saw that everyone around him was looking at him, he embarrassedly stopped smiling.
[We police officers are professionally trained. No matter how funny something is, we won't laugh unless we can't help it. Hahahaha! ]
[I didn’t have much of a problem with the stench of this flower until I heard it attracted dung beetles to pollinate it]
[What is vivid? Tactical retreat]
Bifang sighed, feeling exhausted. He didn't expect that the real danger here was not the Zhoushan cobra, but this small konjac flower.
"Forget it, we've already chopped it down, so let's not waste it."
My luck is really not good. The amorphophallus usually enters a rapid growth period when the rainy season comes, and it emits a fishy smell like rotten fish.
And the most peculiar thing is that the temperature inside the inflorescence will rise rapidly, and with the help of the heat, the stored odor will be released, attracting flies and beetles that like to eat carrion to come and eat pollen.
It's really just baked directly, you can imagine how terrible the taste is.
The most outrageous thing is that the blooming period of an inflorescence is only about 3 to 4 days. It doesn’t bloom earlier or later, and I just happened to encounter it. Who can I complain to?
"Although I was tortured all night, there is also good news. Many farmers who encounter Amorphophallus vulgaris in the wild will take them back and use them as pig feed, which is effective in fattening pigs. In addition, its tubers are rich in starch and can be used as adhesives in industry."
[Ah, this is pig feed. Is this edible?]
[Pigs and humans are both omnivores, so why can’t we eat them?]
[It feels weird, but Fang Shen is awesome, he can eat anything]
"What's the big deal? I haven't replenished carbohydrates in a long time. I feel uncomfortable all over. It's a good thing that I can take them away this time. I'll just treat them as wild sweet potatoes."
Bifang dug up all the soil at the bottom of the konjac, and a large tuber was exposed to the air, which really looked a bit like a sweet potato buried underground.
They are also very big, much bigger than wild sweet potatoes, almost the same size as those grown in the fields.
"But everyone should be careful when digging, konjac is a poisonous plant, don't come into direct contact with its juice, otherwise you will feel numb and itchy."
"You can't eat it raw. You have to cook it in water with wood ash for more than three hours to reduce the toxicity before you can eat it."
"If you insist on eating it fresh, the large amount of calcium oxalate crystals in the plant will burn the mucous membranes of your mouth and digestive tract, and then cause swelling, fever and pain."
"In addition, konjac is cold in nature. If you have a cold, or have a poor stomach or indigestion, don't even think about eating it when you're surviving in the wilderness. Just avoid it."
After digging out the source of all evil that had troubled him all night, Bifang felt much more relaxed all over.
He threw the tubers into his backpack and continued on his way.
"I originally planned to solve the basic food and clothing problem in the first five days, obtain a stable living condition, and then concentrate on ironmaking, but now it seems unlikely. But it doesn't matter. Plans can never keep up with changes. Faced with different situations, we must make timely changes."
If we could catch some large mammals, we wouldn't have to worry about salt. Unfortunately, we didn't catch any Bifang for five consecutive days.
Maybe it was bad luck or I didn't choose the right method, but this is the norm in the wilderness.
"Even for Bengal tigers, the hunting success rate is only about 30 percent, which means only three out of ten times they can succeed. For wolves, it's even lower, only between 10 and 20 percent."
The audience was stunned. So low?
[Tigers have such a low hunting success rate? And wolves aren’t that good either]
[I feel that Lao Fang has a very high success rate. He basically caught everything he could see. Awesome! ]
[Humans are supposed to be tall. We are animals of experience. We know how to use our brains and rules to conduct targeted hunting. Although I haven't done any statistics, I think the best hunters are people like Lao Fang.]
[Plus one, the human brain is a weapon. Last time I saw someone say that humans cannot beat any large animal with bare hands, I just laughed. This is actually not an equal duel. Only with spears and shields can they be equal.]
[Anyone who says that fighting a wild beast with bare hands is a hooligans]
[The brain evolved to make and use tools, just like how beasts evolved sharp teeth and claws. There is no reason to abandon your martial arts and fight with bare hands. Otherwise, what is the point of the brain evolving? Play? ]
Not allowing people to use their brains and tools is like pulling out a tiger's fangs and claws.
Bifang deeply agreed with this.
The brain is the evolutionary advantage of humans, and muscles, sharp claws, and long fangs are the evolutionary advantages of wild animals. If we really want to have an equal fight, we should allow individuals to exercise their initiative rather than restrict their brains.
There is no reason to give up your own advantages and engage in a so-called "equal competition" with the advantages of others.
Of course, guns don't count. They are the result of humanity's collective advantages and the crystallization of industry, which can be considered cheating. However, wooden spears and wooden shields are things that can be created by individuals.
Bifang avoided the bushes in front of him, squatted down, and swept away the dead leaves in front of him. The conspicuous cow hoof prints appeared again.
"It looks like the bison have been walking along the riverbank ."
Bifang raised his head and looked into the distance. Not far from the trace was a river.
