Chapter 671 Wangcai, Fugui and Goudan
How far can a herd of lazy, stop-and-go musk oxen cover in two days?
I'll definitely catch up with them tomorrow.
With this thought in mind, Bifang fell asleep and did not even dig any snow trenches today. He only built a windbreak wall.
He folded the sleds together and spread them under his body to prevent his body heat from being conducted away to the ground as much as possible. Not long after, Bi Fang fell into a drowsy sleep.
In the early morning, the sun was hanging brightly in the sky. For some reason, it was emitting a scorching heat.
How strange.
Bifang thought.
Due to the latitude, even on the summer solstice, the sun's altitude at noon at the North Pole is only 23°26′. Now that it is autumn, the altitude will be even lower, making it feel as if the sun cannot rise, so the amount of heat that can be obtained is pitifully small.
For some reason today, Bifang had the illusion of facing the warm spring sun, and the temperature was getting higher and higher.
It shouldn't be like this if it's been sunny for several days in a row, right?
“It’s so hot.”
In order to prevent hypothermia caused by sweating, Bifang unzipped his zipper, dug out the sled from the snow, took his equipment and continued on his way.
The stuff is heavy and quite tiring.
Bifang took off his coat, lining, and other clothes one by one, and soon only the last two pieces of underwear were left. Taking off more would almost be like facing the cold wind directly. But even so, Bifang's forehead still showed slight beads of sweat, and he even had difficulty breathing, as if something was pressing on his chest.
But I am in extremely good health, so how could I suddenly develop asthma?
Something is wrong. Definitely not right.
Bifang looked up at the sun. For some reason, he felt as if he was hallucinating due to the heat. The originally round sun seemed to be gradually deforming under the heat. Two things appeared on it, and finally the whole body gradually lengthened.
That clear outline, that wise look.
Kind of like...
Dog head?
Bifang was stunned.
Just as he was stunned, the huge dog head suddenly approached, stuck out its thick tongue, and licked Bifang's face heavily.
"Grass!"
Bifang in the snow suddenly woke up, pushed away the huge dog head in front of him, took off his gloves and reached out to touch it, and the mucus that was about to freeze into ice appeared in his palm.
Seeing Bifang waking up, the "culprit" jumped up suddenly, retreated a few steps, cried out, and stood on tiptoe happily, with his long hair trembling.
"Woof!"
Bifang: “???”
It was still night time. Hearing the dog barking, Bifang sat up in a daze, but before he got up, he felt someone kicked him in the chest.
Bifang was kicked so hard that he lost his breath. He rubbed his chest and looked up to meet a pair of dark blue eyes.
The owner of the blue eyes tilted his head in a daze for a moment, then suddenly jumped up and held his head high after landing.
In the moonlight, a large dog that looked like a wild wolf cast a dark shadow with its mouth wide open.
“Ooooooooooooooooooooooo!!”
…
In the snow, we finally saw the three idiots of human beings running happily, digging up puffs of dry snow like wild boars, and playing tirelessly.
It was still dark, but the moon was round, shining brightly on the snow, more clearly than anyone expected.
Especially the big dog that looked the most like a wolf. It ran the fastest and would bump into the butts of the other idiots from time to time, then speed away before the other party could react, looking very despicable.
As soon as the show started, the audience saw such a "happy" scene, and they were a little puzzled.
Am I in the wrong channel?
There are videos of people taking pictures of their own pets, but they are relatively few in number, and are generally recorded, shot and edited, with live broadcasts being relatively rare.
It was not until Bifang yawned and appeared on the screen that the audience was sure that they had entered the right live broadcast room. This was God Fang.
[Are these the three idiots on the sled? (dog head)]
[Fuck, that Husky is so mean, a bit like the one at home]
[Smart IQ takes over the high ground again]
[Where did Fang Shen find this? ]
"I don't know where they came from. It's giving me a headache."
Facing the audience's doubts, Bifang held his forehead and said with a headache.
God knows why there were three more sled dogs around me when I woke up, and they were the three most common types: Samoyed, Alaskan, and the last one, Husky.
The one who licked his face last night was Alaska, and the one was Husky...
No wonder it was so hot in the dream.
Bifang was depressed. How could he not be hot with three big furry dogs surrounding him to sleep together?
When I woke up, my forehead was covered in sweat. The cold wind blew and I almost got hypothermia. I only recovered after eating some food.
However, if you observe carefully, you can clearly see the old and worn belt buckles on their bodies. Obviously, these are not wild dogs, but working dogs that have escaped for some unknown reason.
This is not uncommon in the polar regions. Researchers or local people keep a large number of sled dogs in captivity, and it is common for a few of them to occasionally break free.
Or maybe they got separated by a snowstorm. Any of these is possible.
But Bifang didn't expect that he would encounter such a thing.
Judging from the wear and tear on the belt buckle, it seems to have been there for a while.
The behavior of the three big dogs also fits the image in Bifang's memory: the Samoyed is silly, the Alaskan is stupid, and the Husky is mean.
Being so strong, he would be great at hauling goods.
The three idiots are so energetic that Bifang couldn't help but think so.
The sleds, backpacks, water, food supplies and weapons are quite heavy and can be used as strong men.
"I don't know where they came from, but it looks like they've been out for a while. I have no way to send them back, so I can use them now."
Since we are here, we might as well make the best of it. Since Bifang has bumped into them, there is no reason for him to let these three dogs leave.
As a tool dog, it is quite difficult for it to survive on its own without humans. Even wolves cannot survive safely in the Arctic Circle, let alone be called dogs.
Bifang stood up and whistled tentatively. The three idiots who were playing immediately stopped fighting and turned to look over.
Another whistle was sounded, and the three idiots immediately came running over.
"Hey, it actually reacts. It looks like it has received good training. This is a lot more convenient."
Bifang laughed. He didn't know what method the original owner of these sled dogs used to give orders, but whistle was indeed the most common method, clear and loud, simple and easy to understand.
The three idiots quickly gathered around. Bifang touched the dog's head respectively, thought for a while, and decided to give them a name first.
After a pause, Bifang pointed at the Samoyed, Alaskan, and lastly the Husky and said, "Let's name them Wangcai, Fugui, and Goudan, respectively!"
audience:"……"
The first two didn't react at all, they just tilted their heads. Only the Husky seemed to have heard the hidden meaning and roared, but it was just an appearance, and its tail was still wagging happily.
Bifang didn't expect the three dogs to remember his name in a short period of time, but it didn't matter, they would understand it after a few days.
Compared to Lao Fang's extremely sloppy naming method, the audience could n't help but complain.
[The name Lao Fang makes me dream of returning to the countryside]
[Although the first two are outrageous, they are still reasonable. But for the latter one, Lao Fang, tell me the truth, do you have any personal grudges with Huskies? Tell us about it.]
[This name is too unsophisticated. Since I left my village at the age of three, I have never heard such a down-to-earth name.]
"There is no grudge."
Bifang took off his equipment and put it all on the Husky.
Since it is a tool dog, of course it has to work more.
