Chapter 721 A long-lost smell
Bifang, wearing a deerskin coat, was content. He waved at the shore and watched the Tethis sail towards the skyline. The gray whale next to it surfaced, revealing its back and spraying water mist.
After a while, the sea returned to calm and the whale continued to swim powerfully, as if nothing had happened.
Only the roar of whales echoes across the empty wilderness, sad and faint.
Bifang had seen the "whale leap" several times, but had never observed it from such a close distance.
Humans always want to "explain" every behavior of animals, but in the end we still cannot understand what the whale is trying to express through this behavior.
Maybe it just wants to feel the breeze on the sea, or maybe it just wants to jump up and give it a try.
However, the scene before their eyes left all the audience speechless. Their hearts were filled with something inexplicable, as if they were suddenly filled with anger and thoughts.
Perhaps what impresses everyone is not the huge whale in the frame, but the unique vastness of the surrounding nature and their own insignificance living in nature.
I always live day by day among the iron-gray buildings, and at the same moment, another kind of time is indeed flowing slowly.
Whether you can keep this in mind in the corner of your heart in your daily life will definitely make a world of difference.
[When I have money, I will definitely go around and see the world]
[A corporate slave should act like a corporate slave. Accepting blessings is your destiny. Just stay in these few square meters of land honestly.]
[Oh, it would be nice if people could live longer, like 200 years old. They would be teenagers until 50. How cool it would be, and the pressure would be gone immediately.]
[The tragedy of short-lived species is that they are like plankton, living only for one day, and their only purpose is to find a partner and reproduce.]
[Between the morning life and the evening death, I want to leave something else behind]
【Offspring? (dog head)】
The audience once again argued about life, and Bifang stood up and waved to the Thesis for the last time.
The ship disappeared in the distance. The seal, which had jumped into the sea in fear, poked its head out, and seeing that the whale was gone, it carefully climbed onto the ice floe, lay on the ice, and patted its belly comfortably.
Another rescue was completed.
Bifang stared at the heaving sea surface and took a long breath. He suddenly felt relaxed all over and didn't feel how cold the icy wind was blowing on his body.
The gray whale issue has been resolved perfectly. Next, we need to focus our attention on the days we have written down. It is now late November, and there are still two months to go.
After returning to the cabin on the dog sled, Bifang further processed the reindeer meat. The first step was to separate the fat and lean meat and handle them separately to avoid possible losses to the greatest extent.
The excess venison was then buried in a pit.
"I feel like a squirrel storing pine nuts for the winter, which is pretty much the same, since it's winter now."
Bifang clapped his hands to shake off the snow. "We can actually hang the meat on a tree, which will have the same effect, but twisting the rope is too troublesome, so let's just bury it on the spot."
With food, water, and enough fuel, Bifang believed that his life would be absolutely happy from now on.
Two hunts, one musk ox and two reindeer, with a total of more than 300 kilograms of meat.
Even the hyena pack with the highest hunting success rate in nature cannot achieve such a record. It can be called the king of the jungle!
The law of the jungle is the only way to survive in nature!
The energy of the sun supplies all things, but humans cannot survive by photosynthesis alone. If they want to survive, they have to hunt. If they want to live well, they have to learn how to hunt .
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Time has entered December.
More than a week has passed since the gray whale was rescued. This is the 40th day that Bifang has been trying to survive in the Arctic wilderness. The temperature seems to have stabilized at minus 40 degrees Celsius. Although it is terribly cold, it is not so cold that people cannot survive.
At least Bifang had two deerskins, and they could even be easily changed and washed.
Shaking off the dry snow on his body, Bifang added a batch of freshly-made charcoal into the fire pit.
In the beginning, Bifang would add firewood, but later he found that firewood was not as comfortable as charcoal. Not only was the heat not as stable, but it also did not last as long as charcoal. Therefore, he started using charcoal.
After adding more charcoal, Bifang closed the lid, leaving only a hole for ventilation, then stood up and opened the small door of the wooden house.
"Gah."
Hearing the sound, six dogs pricked up their heads, jumped in the snow and came over. They shook their fur, squeezed in beside Bifang's feet, broke open the half-open wooden door, and went in one after another.
Goudan, Fugui and Wangcai were the first three sled dogs that Bifang met. Although it was not explicitly stated, it was clear that the status of these three dogs was much higher than the other three. They immediately occupied the seats next to the kang, leaning their bodies against the warm stones and yawning.
Goudan wanted to jump onto the kang a few times before, but was pulled down by Bifang every time. He is a little more obedient now, but not that obedient, and still needs to be kept a close eye on.
The remaining three occupied other places next to the three idiots. The area of the wooden house was not large to begin with, and the six big dogs divided all the space except the fire pit, leaving almost no place for Bifang to stay.
Bifang sighed and looked at the drone beside him: "That's all for today's live broadcast. I've had a rare period of leisure recently. I made a lot of tools and polished the sled. I'll see if I can get some plants in a couple of days to supplement my vitamins."
After that, the live broadcast was closed.
The content of this week or so is not very new, so Bifang’s live broadcast is not very long every day. It is more like a routine report.
The drone landed on the ground. Bifang took off his hat, carefully stepped on the gap between the dogs, came to the kang, took off his coat and used it as a pillow, and touched the kang again.
"Just right, warm hands, but not too hot."
Adding charcoal to the kang is a technical job. If there is too much charcoal, it will become hot and you will sweat while sleeping, as if you are in a steamer. If there is too little charcoal, it will become cold in the second half of the night, extremely cold. Even Bifang, with his strong physique, could not bear it and caught a cold. He has felt better in the past two days.
In short, most people can't grasp it. It was only after many attempts that Bifang gradually figured out the dosage and was able to basically sleep comfortably for a whole night.
The charcoal in the fire pit emitted a faint red glow, and the heat was continuously transmitted, making the entire wooden house feel sleepy.
The cold wind was howling outside, and one person and six dogs in the wooden house fell into a smooth dream.
Goudan's head was pressed against the stone. He slowly opened his mouth, and his tongue slid out. A faint burnt smell also emanated from his dog's hair.
midnight.
The wind and snow got stronger and the ground became blurred.
On the hundred-meter-high rock wall, several sharp claws stepped into the snow, leaving deep claw marks.
Dozens of pairs of green eyes lit up faintly from the darkness.
The air is filled with a long-lost fragrance.
