Chapter 866 The Sound of Rain
The mist spread over the vast grassland, breaking the dark night into a hazy state.
There was not a single star to be seen in the sky, and the night, which had once been visible, became pitch black.
Bifang woke up from his sleep with goose bumps all over his body due to the cold.
It is autumn now, and with the heavy rain at night, the temperature has dropped a lot, and it can even feel a little chilly.
As if he also felt the loss of heat, Harley opened his eyes dazedly, then stood up, leaned close to Bifang, and continued to lie down.
Only Jerry in the backpack had a naturally warm bed and didn't feel anything unusual.
What time is it now?
Bifang touched his head and still felt very sleepy, which meant that he did not get enough sleep. In addition, he did not realize it would rain before falling asleep.
With Bifang's current capabilities, except for extremely special weather conditions, it can basically accurately judge weather conditions more than three hours in advance, and its accuracy rate is extremely high, exceeding 80%.
Although three hours may not seem long, it is already a very exaggerated number.
The atmosphere is a very complex system.
By observing changes in the thickness and color of clouds, we can predict where rain is falling from the clouds, how heavy it will rain, and when it will fall.
In addition, there are changes in air pressure, humidity, and wind speed, which are not something ordinary people can handle.
Even with modern scientific means, supercomputers are used to deduce the humidity, temperature, air pressure, wind speed and wind direction measured by ground, radar, satellite and other instruments, and mathematical methods are used to calculate the laws of atmospheric movement.
To analyze the impact of different cloud layers, forecast experts use meteorology, dynamics, thermodynamics, etc. to conduct a comprehensive analysis of data to obtain forecasts. Even so, the accuracy rate of producing short-term weather trends of 1 to 6 hours is only 85%.
Human beings’ observations of the Earth system are still incomplete and there are still many technical difficulties to be overcome. These uncertainties have resulted in 15% “inaccuracy”.
This shows how powerful Bifang itself is and the complexity of the atmospheric system.
And three hours is enough for a person to do a lot of things.
It can make a nice shelter or find a safe spot.
People go to bed early in the wilderness, usually within three hours after the sun sets. Judging from various signs, it should be after midnight and before four in the morning, most likely around two in the morning.
The only thing to be thankful for is that Bifang’s shack is rainproof!
The wet season is coming in these two days. Now that we all know this, as a professional survival master, Bifang certainly cannot make any low-level mistakes.
This is also the reason why Bifang had to build a shack for two consecutive nights. If it were somewhere else, and if it wasn't very cold, he would just dig a hole and put up some leaves to spend the night.
Occasionally, a few streaks of lightning would flash across the dark sky, illuminating the pitch-black night.
The fire pit was outside the shack and had long been extinguished by the heavy rain. Occasionally, green smoke could be seen rising, indicating that Bifang had basically woken up as soon as the rain started.
The rain suddenly got heavier, and the big, cold raindrops hit my arms, causing a slight pain.
Stimulated by the cold weather, Bifang lost his sleepiness for a moment and turned on the live broadcast again, ready to inform the audience of the coming rain.
Both in terms of timing and rainfall, this rain heralds the arrival of the wet season in the northern hemisphere savannah and the restoration of vitality.
For this reason, Bifang felt it was worthwhile to broadcast live to tell the audience.
Fans around the world who were still awake excitedly clicked on the live broadcast.
【Why is it broadcasting again】
【Did something happen? 】
[Ah, what a cute leopard, I want to pet it]
[What's that sound? Why is it so dark? It sounds like rain.]
"Yes, it's raining."
Bifang pointed the end of the drone towards the sky outside the shack. In the pitch black, he could see raindrops falling from the pure black sky, and finally forming water droplets on the lens, just like the glass of a car driving in the rain.
From this perspective, it seems as if the whole world revolves around you.
After observing for a while, Bifang retracted the drone and simply wiped the lens.
"Many travelers ask what is the best season to go to Africa. There is no standard answer to this question. The key lies in what you need to get from this trip and what you want to see."
"Generally speaking, the dry season is the best season for tourism, especially for tourists. There is a lack of water in the dry season, and animals have to gather around the few water sources. At this time, you can easily spot them. You can see them in groups, interacting, and hunting."
"And the roads are easy to travel on during the dry season, but in the rainy season the roads may be blocked by rain and become impassable."
"But the rainy season also has very distinct characteristics, because it is right on the equator, and the winters here are not cold either. As long as there is water, there will inevitably be a lot of life."
"So in Africa, everything comes alive during the rainy season, with flowers and grass blooming, and shrubs that dried up during the dry season sprouting again."
"In addition, the rainy season is also the best season for bird watching. The best thing is that the rainy season here should be more accurately called the wet season. It is different from the extreme humidity in the rainforest. It is not always rainy. Usually it rains in the morning and evening, but it is sunny at noon. So I usually say the wet season, not the rainy season."
"For those who don't have enough money, the rainy season is a good choice, because this is basically the most affordable season for travel throughout the year."
Bifang's words sounded like he was talking to himself, but combined with the environment, they gave people a very quiet atmosphere.
It was as if I had brought the many viewers in front of the screen to the wilderness, listening to the raindrops outside the shack falling on the leaves, and finally falling to the ground along the tips of the leaves, moistening the dry soil, and finally being absorbed by the seeds blown in from nowhere.
It won’t be long before you can see a large number of plants pushing through the soil and blooming with life on this yellow land.
This natural tranquility is not an illusion.
Animals are also prone to getting sick when they get wet in the rain, so no creatures will come out to move around at this time, and insects will not make any noises. It is naturally quiet and full of a sense of security, and there is no need to worry about any dangerous animals popping out from somewhere.
Perhaps it was really too comfortable. In such an environment, Bifang did not speak for dozens of minutes. However, the number of people in the live broadcast room kept increasing, and very few people left.
Until someone reported it.
[Wait, is the great animal migration about to begin? ]
[Yes, didn’t Master Fang say before that the animals would migrate back? ]
[I'm going to see wildebeests, can I? ]
Bifang nodded: "Yes, the arrival of the wet season also means that the animals are coming back. Then we will see groups of animals running on the grassland. Maybe we can see some vanguard troops tomorrow."
Animals have no weather forecast to look at, so whether or not to migrate back basically depends on the "feeling" passed down from generation to generation.
I felt that the wet season was almost here, so I went back.
In terms of time, the difference is not much. Some vanguard troops will even rush back before the wet season arrives.
"Okay, I just thought of doing this live broadcast because this rain is of great significance and symbolizes something different. It's still too early and I plan to catch up on some sleep, so let's stop here."
This evening rain was just an interlude. After the live broadcast was over, Bifang was about to go offline again, but was strongly rejected by the audience.
[No, Fang Shen, just keep it like this]
[Yes, yes, what a beautiful sound of rain, just right as white noise]
[Indeed, just listening to this sound makes me feel very comfortable]
Who can resist listening to the rain in nature?
Especially, you don’t have to walk on the muddy ground, you don’t have to rush to do things, just stay at home and listen quietly.
Thinking of this, Bifang had to admit that he was convinced by everyone, so he no longer insisted on turning off the live broadcast. He turned on the drone and adjusted it to a suitable angle.
Half is the roof of a shack, and the other half is the deep sky. In the middle is the drizzle that cannot be seen but can be heard. In the distance is an extinguished fire pit with several black charcoal woods supporting each other. In the lower right corner of the picture, you can also see a beige backpack and half of Harley's head.
【praise!】
[There's something about this composition]
[Very comfortable]
…
The next morning, perhaps because he had taken a nap, Bifang found that he had woken up late. The sun had already risen, and the surroundings had become brighter. The rain had stopped long ago, but a thick layer of fog had risen from the ground.
Thick fog spread over the grassland, and for a moment Bifang gave up the idea of immediately traveling, and prepared to wait for the fog to recede or dissipate a little before setting off again.
It won’t take long. When the sun rises a little higher, it will be almost 90 o’clock.
But breakfast still needs to be resolved.
After a simple wash and hygiene, he sucked the big cat hard and woke Harley up.
Audiences in the live broadcast room also came in one after another. After saying hello, Bifang started his work for the day.
He grabbed the backpack and pulled out Jerry, who was still sleeping and limp. He took out the last ostrich egg, then gathered the dead branches and leaves under Harley and started a fire again.
A heavy rain soaked all the nearby plants, and it was not easy to find branches that were easy to light. So it was better to use the ones in the shack directly. Since we had to leave today anyway, we couldn't take these things with us.
For the last ostrich egg, Bifang no longer chose to roast it, but instead prepared to make an omelette for a different taste.
A heavy rain made the air feel fresh. Bifang also found a stone slab that had been washed clean by the rain nearby, washed it a little, and then put it on the fire.
After the entire stone slab was hot, he cracked the ostrich eggs and poured out the egg liquid.
Due to the high temperature, the egg liquid did not stick to the stone slab at all and was easily flipped over by the poking of the branch.
By the way, Bifang also did a little popular science.
"The Leidenfrost effect was first discovered in 1732 by a Dutch botanist named Hermann."
"Later in 1756, a German doctor named Leidenfrost explored this issue in more depth, so this effect was later called the 'Leidenfrost effect'."
"The general meaning of this effect is that if there is a liquid with a boiling point, such as water, which is generally 100 degrees under standard atmospheric pressure, if this liquid comes into contact with an object with a temperature far exceeding the boiling point, for example, the temperature of this object is 400 degrees, then at the first moment, the part of the liquid that first comes into contact with this object will boil, but the boiling will be stopped very quickly."
"Because this part of the liquid will turn into steam due to the instantaneous high temperature, this steam will isolate the upper layer of liquid from the high-temperature object, forming a very good heat-insulating effect."
"That's why if you heat up a common iron pan, dry-cook it, and then crack a raw egg into it, it won't stick to the pan."
After saying that, Bifang turned the ostrich egg over.
[Another small detail]
[I would like to call Fang Shen the new era understander (dog head)]
[No wonder my super eggs always stick to the pan]
[Cooking tips are]
Under the action of high temperature, the protein denatures rapidly, and the transparent egg liquid turns into milky white, light yellow with a golden luster. A faint fishy smell floats away, but it quickly disappears.
Looking at this different way of cooking, Bifang, who had been eating roasted eggs for two days, was very excited. However, he had not forgotten his two little friends before that.
Bifang used a branch to poke the ostrich eggs off the stone slab and placed them in front of Harley. For this cheetah, this was a new and novel thing that it had tried for the first time. It sniffed for a long time before daring to take a bite and began to eat it bit by bit.
"And yours."
Bifang tore off a piece and handed it to Jerry, who came out of the backpack after smelling the scent.
After distributing them one by one, it is finally your turn.
"It's a pity there's no salt. It always feels like it's missing some flavor."
After breakfast, Bifang felt a little unsatisfied.
Salt is the king of all flavors. There is a huge difference between having it and not having it.
"Let's try to find some mineral salt. If that doesn't work, we can get some prey."
Eggs have no taste at all, but meat is different. The meat of animals contains salt that they have accumulated from nature. Although it tastes very bland to humans, it is better than nothing.
We must get some meat.
Having made up his mind secretly, Bifang began to clean up the camp, dismantled the shack, took the wooden spear, and then filled in the fire pit and cleaned up all the traces around it. After doing all this, the fog dissipated a lot, and at least the direction would not be easily wrong. Bifang continued on the road with Harley.
It rained last night and made the surrounding environment very muddy. I was covered in mud after walking a few steps.
The sole of the shoe stepped on the wet cloth, leaving a pit, with some mud and water seeping out and swirling in it. Occasionally, an unlucky mosquito would fall into it and struggle constantly.
If it were in the city, this would definitely not be a good thing, as it would dirty the shoes for no reason. But in the wild, Bifang did not think so. He squatted down, looked at the traces in the grass, and smiled.
"Before, the ground was too hard, and some small animals couldn't leave footprints, but now it's different. They can't escape even if they want to."
Among a few dry weeds, small road marks clearly show the whereabouts of animals that passed by recently.
