Chapter 690: Building a Wooden House
Musk ox is a transitional species between cattle and sheep, and its meat surprisingly tastes similar to both. This can be said to be a rare gourmet experience in Bifang's life.
It just lacks some seasoning and the taste is a bit bland, but it's not bad. After all, it's hot pot meat and what we want is the original flavor.
The trip to the Arctic was worth it.
Bifang burped, leaned against the snow slope, and looked at the polar ice field at night.
Nearly twenty days have passed in the one hundred day survival mission. With the musk oxen, the environment is good, and the resources are compared to the entire Arctic plains. The pressure of survival has been reduced by a lot, and I feel happy when I see everything.
The sky is dotted with stars, with scattered starlight combining with the mist emitted by the white earth, turning into a hazy lavender, and the entire galaxy belt runs through the sky.
Such night views cannot be seen anywhere else.
Now is the time for camping.
Bifang thinks.
People are tired of the concrete jungle and the life of working from nine to nine six days a week. They want to get away from the hustle and bustle between people and get along with insects and other animals.
And more and more people want to create such a camping culture. Although they don't want to be naked like themselves and have complete close contact with nature , even if there are some modern technologies between them, they undoubtedly yearn for it. However, they often have to weigh the pros and cons again and again due to the thickness of their wallets.
Ordinary people are asked to do too much in their lives, and often do not have the power or ability to choose the life they want.
Even if you really go through a lot of hardships, save money, grit your teeth, and spend a little time, a lot of money, and all your energy, you may still mess things up due to lack of experience. From living to eating to going to the toilet, you are often in a rush the first time.
[I tried camping, but it wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be. It wasn’t nature’s fault, it was my fault]
A middle-aged man was so moved by the beautiful scenery in front of him that he couldn't help but type out a comment.
The hustle and bustle of the city has immersed us so much that the topic of conversation revolves around the life we want to escape from.
[It’s impossible not to chat, but the chats are all very boring. Such topics include but are not limited to, what to do if the child’s cram school is cancelled, who can pay back XXX’s 2 trillion, and when will the shortage of automotive chips end (covering face)]
[Damn, too realistic]
The content of people's conversations is inseparable from their own lives, just like former classmates who always talked about everything, but after going to school in two different places, after only one semester, the content of conversation suddenly decreased by 90%.
No matter what the conversation is, if you want to have a good time, it must be about something you have experienced together.
Surrounded by greenery, listening to the gurgling water, but the running out of topics will eventually make you dream of CBD office buildings, and all you can hear is the sound of the musical fountain in front of the office building.
[It brings tears to my eyes]
[Another tearful day]
[I envy Lao Fang's life... exciting and free]
[But there is a possibility of death (dog head)]
"Don't be sad, it's already late. Although I have obtained a safe environment, I can still make further optimizations, so there are still a lot of actions waiting for me tomorrow. Today's live broadcast ends here, and the rest will be discussed tomorrow."
Bifang smiled, patted his butt and stood up. The drone also flew over. After the words fell, the live broadcast was instantly cut off.
At eight o'clock the next day, the sun showed no sign of rising and the sky was still dark.
Getting up from the warm pile of three dogs, Bifang patted the dog hair on his body, started the live broadcast on time, prepared the tools, and began his optimization work. Before that, he first went to see the place where he buried the musk ox, which was well preserved and there was nothing abnormal.
In order to effectively kill the parasites at low temperatures, Bifang dismembered the musk ox and buried it in the snow, filling it up and compacting it. After a week, almost all the meat on the body could be eaten raw. This is simple and convenient. The main purpose is to supplement vitamins and obtain more adequate nutritional intake.
In the Arctic, cooked food is only eaten to change the taste.
The next step is to build a house, which is also the activity that Bifang has taken charge of for today and tomorrow.
"This time it's not a snow house or an igloo. Although snow and ice have good insulation properties, they still have a fatal flaw. That is, if the room temperature is above zero degrees, it will inevitably melt. Therefore, the indoor temperature can only be raised to the extreme range close to zero degrees to get a relatively warm and acceptable shelter."
"But in order to live a better life, snow houses and igloos are definitely not enough, so I decided to build a log house, and for that I had to do some logging. "
Bifang raised the tools in his hand. He had already prepared a stone hammer and a chisel.
Stone axes broke easily, so felling operations had to be done with chisels and hammers.
"Log cabins are long-term shelters, most commonly used in cold and temperate climates, where wood is not only safe, stable, and warm, but also effective in protecting against the elements."
Bifang came to the woods, found some good trees, and collected the wood he needed.
"When building a log cabin, you can use an 'A' frame or a shed style roof. If you are alone or have limited materials, I would recommend a shed roof."
"When choosing the wood to use, make sure its weight is within the range that you can handle. Tools are very sharp. If you cut down a tree with a diameter of half a meter, believe me, it will be completely useless to you because you can't move it at all. And don't choose a tree that you have to work hard to move, otherwise it will be too difficult for you to build."
"My advice is to use logs no larger than six inches in diameter, or 15 centimeters. The length of each log will depend on the size of the shelter and the wall you are building with it."
"Of course, this diameter is not absolute, but a universal choice. If it is a woman, then it can be appropriately reduced, and if you go to an area with only hardwoods, the diameter can also be reduced. Their density is undoubtedly higher, and the same size is heavier."
With the last blow, a six-meter-tall pine tree fell down.
After removing the excess branches and leaves, it was dragged to the river bank, followed by the second tree, the third tree, and soon a pile of low wood began to accumulate, but this was obviously not enough, and it was a long accumulation process.
At noon, Bifang took off his coat, carried the hammer on his shoulder, and looked up at the sky. It was still pitch black, emitting a faint purple light, but on the distant horizon, there was a faint golden light.
That was a corner of the sun, no, maybe not even a corner, just a little light of the sun.
And this is the limit of how high the sun can rise.
