Chapter 694: Jealousy Makes the Dog Split
The third day of polar night.
In the dim white light, Bifang yawned, crawled out of the musk ox hide sleeping bag, dug up a loose rock from the remaining fire pit, picked and chose, found a smoking firewood in the fire pit, broke it, and lit the oil lamp after revealing sparks.
Ancient people often used animal fat as fuel for lighting, and oil lamps could be made using any non-combustible container, so Bifang immediately made use of a clay bowl.
The wick made of pine bark quickly smoked and ignited under the flickering Martian light.
A small flame slowly lit up, illuminating the dim little house and Bifang's sleepy eyes.
The sudden appearance of light made Goudan, one of the three idiots, turn his ears slightly. He opened his eyes, and when he saw it was Bifang, he closed them again, turned over, leaned against the fire pit and continued to sleep.
Waking up in the cold is a torture. The worse the temperature outside, the more greedy one is for the warmth in the bed. This is a situation that Bifang has never encountered before.
After hesitating for several minutes, Bifang finally defeated the extremely evil quilt demon, turned on the live broadcast, put on gloves under the gaze of the audience, and began to pack up the things he needed to prepare for departure.
Before he knew it, Bifang had lived in the Arctic for twenty days and had completed one-fifth of the one hundred-day challenge. It seemed that he had become much more relaxed, but survival in the wilderness was not that easy, and the role of time had not yet been reflected.
Carrying his backpack, Bifang returned to the wooden house and woke up the three idiots who were still lying nearby.
"It's time to go."
Fugui and Wangcai hesitated, but finally moved. Only Goudan turned over and exposed his belly, but was grabbed by the ears by Bifang. He then reluctantly walked out of the wooden house and sat beside the food bowl, waiting for Bifang to feed him.
"Wangcai, this is yours."
"Don't grab it, Goudan. This is Fugui's. This is yours."
Bifang put a whole grilled fish and some musk beef in Goudan's bowl, which immediately aroused the curiosity of the audience. The food in Goudan's rice bowl was obviously richer than that in Fugui and Wangcai. In addition to musk beef, there was also a fat grilled salmon.
Fugui and Wangcai also saw it and whimpered in grievance, but Bifang remained unmoved, as if he hadn't seen it at all.
[Good fellow, Lao Fang, you are too biased]
[Are you kidding me? The naughtiest dog eats the most. 】
[This small stove is too obvious]
[Fuck, I think I saw Goudan laughing again]
The audience immediately burst into complaints; they really couldn't understand what Bifang was doing.
"I'm not partial. Everyone eats the same amount." Bifang pointed at the three idiots' bowls and plates.
Indeed, although there was an extra salmon in Goudan's bowl, the amount of musk deer meat was less than that of the other two. The overall food intake was almost the same, and the Alaska side even had a little more, because its body size was larger, so its appetite was naturally the same.
Seeing the audience's reaction, Bifang found it funny: "After all, I'm asking them to work. I'm not exploiting them. How could I possibly let them starve?"
[Ah, is that because there is not enough musk beef? ]
"Of course not. There are many more. As for why, you will know in a moment."
Bifang kept the secret. Although the appetite was the same, this thing was not about more or less, but about presence or absence.
But what Bifang wants is to make Fugui and Wangcai realize their "preference" for Goudan.
Goudan was completely unaware of this. He wagged his tail, very satisfied with his meal today.
After finishing breakfast and closing the door, Bifang took one last look at the wooden house, then cast his gaze to other places. There was a huge rock pressing on each place.
Most of the musk beef was not eaten up and was buried in the snow. After I left, some brave little animals might come and steal it.
Originally, Bifang wanted to move all the meat into the wooden house, but he was worried that what came might not be a "small animal" but an Arctic wolf or even a polar bear, and the wooden house he built might be scrapped.
"Let's hope there aren't any bears or wolves coming."
There was no lock, just a simple bolt. Bifang, who only carried fat, grease, and a small amount of musk beef, prayed and walked towards the finished sled, putting the reins on the three idiots one by one.
The finished sled looked extremely light, being made almost entirely of wooden strips, and Bifang could lift it with one hand.
Despite its light weight, the sled is very sturdy as a whole. The key joints not only adopt mortise and tenon structure, but also use resin glue and bark rope for secondary and tertiary reinforcement. Even if the wooden strips themselves break, the joints are not easy to crack and remain integrated.
The three idiots who walked out of the warm wooden house quickly recovered their spirits in the cold wind. They yawned a few times, shook their bodies, and swept away their fatigue. When Bifang stepped on the sled, confirmed the position of the North Star, identified the direction, and tried to pull the reins, the audience was surprised to find out.
The originally wise look in the eyes of the three idiots suddenly changed. It seemed to be a kind of rebelliousness, a kind of freedom...
Goudan, the lead dog, stood up, howled at the moonlight, and then started to move forward. The whole sled, pulled by the three sled dogs, slowly moved from the initial blockage, to the subsequent continuity, and finally to a smooth gallop.
The cold wind blew on his face, and Bifang's heart was burning. This new and novel feeling that he had never experienced before conquered him at once.
Fast, too fast.
And at this speed, it feels so good to gallop freely on the snowfield, as if you are flying on the snowfield!
Although animal taming is one of his skills, driving, especially a dog cart, is a rare blind spot in Bifang's brain. It's not quite right to call it a blind spot, it's just that there is very little content, and he has never tried it before. Therefore, he was a little worried before he really started. Now it seems that it is simpler than he thought.
This is mostly thanks to the presence of Goudan, an experienced "lead dog" who makes up for Bifang's lack of operational experience to a large extent.
"Do you know why I added a salmon to Goudan's meal just now? It's because he is the leader dog."
[What is the relationship with the head dog? 】
【Details】
“There is a structure in dog sledding, and that’s the Huskie structure.”
Bifang pointed out that the rope was obviously longer than Fugui and Wangcai, and Goudan, who was one body length ahead, explained: "This is a way of driving invented by people living in the Arctic Circle to make dog sleds faster and better."
"The leading dog is given preferential treatment that other dogs do not have, which makes the other dogs resentful. When putting on the reins, the leading dog is given a longer rein so that he can run in the front. Therefore, every time the sled is pulled, the other dogs can see the arrogant tail of the leading dog in front."
"The dogs will be very angry and always want to chase and bite it. However, the reins of the lead dog are more than two feet longer than the reins of the dogs. In order to bite it, the dogs need to run forward at all costs. In this way, the speed of the dog sled is guaranteed."
"In the harsh Arctic, the Inuit are able to roam. Hence, this method is called the Eskimo structure."
“Using exclusivity to maximize the potential of animals has great practical value.”
The audience was stunned.
