Bi Fang stood on the raft and looked around, and found that several of the existing containers had their own uses, and there was no way to take them out one at a time.
In the end, he chose to cut off a piece of tent cloth again, took out the plastic bottle in the water purification device, drank the fresh water inside, then covered the mouth of the bottle with the tent cloth, poked it in with his fingers and pressed it against the inner wall, and finally tied it with a rope.
Bottle mouth.
At the end of it all, Bi Fang pulled the fishing line and pulled the capelin out again. The fishhook scratched the seagull's trachea and brought out some blood.
Many female viewers couldn't help but close their eyes when they saw this scene, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
【It’s so pitiful that you can’t live like a dead bird until you die.】
【What does Lao Fang want to do with a cup?】
【Bloodletting?】
"Yes, I need to use a container to catch the blood. On the one hand, it may be useful in the future, and on the other hand, if we put the blood directly into the sea, it may attract some dangerous creatures. Although I have a raft, but
It’s better to avoid dangerous situations as much as possible.”
Bi Fang took out an obsidian dagger, pointed it at the seagull's neck, and stabbed it in. Bright red blood immediately followed the dagger and began to drip into the mouth of the bottle at a certain position.
Watching the blood flowing into the mouth of the bottle and beginning to fill the tent cloth, Bi Fang nodded. The obsidian dagger was indeed sharp and worked very well.
Bi Fang's right hand holding the knife raised an index finger, pointed at the blood flowing down the blade and asked: "Have any friends living in the countryside seen a butcher killing pigs?"
"When bleeding like this, we'd better use a sharp weapon to poke in and block the wound, so that the blood will flow down our knife. If we choose to cut, the blood will splash out from the artery.
Blood cannot be collected effectively.
The same is true for killing pigs. Pig blood is also a delicacy. Splashing too much would be a waste. Moreover, if the sharp knife is directly inserted into the neck, it can kill the prey as quickly as possible and prevent it from suffering for too long. Therefore, what a good butcher pays attention to when killing pigs is
'A clean cut'."
In the past, pig killing was an important tradition during festivals, but now such activities are getting better and better. Only a small number of viewers who lived in rural areas as children still have some impressions. Now, compared with what Bi Fang said,
I remembered it all at once and couldn't help but nod my head.
[Strange knowledge has been added]
[Damn, this is the first time I heard this explanation. I always thought it was just to reduce the pain of pigs]
[Plus, I saw pig slaughtering when I was a kid, and this is the first time I know there is such a thing, I learned it, I learned it]
[At first glance, Fang Shen looks like an old butcher. This technique is so silky smooth. I can’t even say anything without brushing a hundred pigs.]
[Brush? Do you want to increase your proficiency by leveling? 】
[At first glance, Lao Fang is a professional player, he must have killed a lot of pigs to level up]
The blood was dripping, and when it was almost gone, Bifang wiped the blade of the knife on the tent cloth, then tied the tent cloth at the mouth of the bottle tightly, and took out the blood sac in the bottle, which bulged like a water-filled balloon.
In this way, the blood is collected without wasting the bottle. The bottle is put back into the container, and the water purification device can be used again.
However, there was no boiling water, so plucking the feathers was a bit laborious. It took Bi Fang a long time to remove all the feathers from the seagull, and finally put it in the charcoal fire to grill.
Seagulls are a troublesome thing to dry, so you might as well eat them fresh for dinner. Bi Fang happened to have never eaten seagulls before, so he had some expectations. But when they were baked, Bi Fang was disappointed. Not only did he suspect that it was him.
If you don’t have the talent to cook, the ingredients themselves are not up to standard.
It's fishy and old, and it tastes like eating tree bark.
But it was all done, and Bi Fang didn't want to waste the charcoal. After all, it was a portion of food, so he had to bite the bullet and eat it all. When the last bone came out, he was relieved.
"Honestly, seagulls are really not tasty at all. They are fishy and woody. I suggest you not try it, unless you are forced to drift at sea like me. Moreover, seagulls eat everything and live on the beach, which may accumulate in the body.
It contains a lot of heavy metals and even bacteria, so it must be cooked well if you want to eat it.”
[Hahaha, this is the first time I heard Lao Fang say something tastes bad]
【interesting】
[I also remember eating it when I was a kid, but it wasn’t very tasty. The meat was old and fishy]
[It seems that it can’t be eaten now. It seems that there are three kinds of food in China. If you exceed a certain amount, you will be fined. In other countries, the quantity is so large that you can eat it casually. It is probably because it is too unpalatable.]
After eating Seagull, it was already evening. Bi Fang watched the sunset gradually sinking. He reconfirmed the direction and then folded the sail. Seeing this, the audience understood that Bifang was about to end the broadcast.
Bi Fang has been doing this for the past two days. The purpose of furling the sails is to avoid sudden strong winds from different directions at night, causing the raft to float too far.
"But the arrival of seagulls is also good news for me, because even if the seagulls are blown astray by the wind, it will not be too exaggerated. They will be blown to the center of the ocean all of a sudden. This means that we are indeed getting closer to the mainland, maybe
One hundred kilometers, maybe two hundred kilometers, but I think there is a high probability that I will be able to find the mainland before the end of twenty-one days."
Bi Fang stood on the bow of the boat and stretched his body against the setting sun. From the back, it looked like he was holding the sun in his arms, and his body was covered with golden light.
The speed of the ocean current is about ten kilometers per day, but now that Bifang has a sail, it is not impossible to travel at least twenty kilometers per day under the influence of wind, and even thirty kilometers is not impossible.
Judging from the appearance of seabirds and the color of the sea water, as long as the direction is correct, finding the mainland is already a certainty.
When he thought about it, Bi Fang felt quite excited. No matter how beautiful the scenery of the ocean was, it would always feel monotonous over time.
and……
Bi Fang stretched out his palm. Due to long-term exposure to the sun, he was much darker than when he first came to the sea. It would not be surprising to say that he is a sea dweller...
"Okay, that's it for today's live broadcast. We'll see you tomorrow."
Bi Fang retracted his palm, put down the supported sail, and turned it into a tent again. After saying goodbye to the audience, he returned to the life raft to sleep. Lying in the raft, Bi Fang, who had eaten and drank enough, soon began to feel sleepy.
Thanks to the support of the raft, the stability of the entire raft has greatly increased. It is no longer as bumpy as before. Instead, it has become soft and comfortable due to the inflating, and it soon enters a dream.
The waves rise with the wind.
When Bifang opened his eyes again, he found that the temperature seemed to be much lower, completely different from the feeling he had when he woke up a few days ago.
The change in climate made him frown.
Is it going to rain again?
Bi Fang opened the tent, and the cold eroded him. His mind, which was hazy because he had just woken up from sleep, seemed to have been poured into a basin of cold water and became clear.
He stared nervously at the sea with wide eyes, and found that it was just cold. It was so cold that people wanted to go back to the tent, wrap themselves in canvas and continue sleeping. There was no wind around, but the sky began to become gloomy.
Audiences who received the announcement of the start of the broadcast quickly rushed in. They immediately became nervous when they saw this scene. The storms of the previous few days were still vivid in their minds.
【What's going on? Is it going to rain again?】
【Heard the bad news early in the morning】
【Is this a double score?】
[God damn scored twice]
Bi Fang took a serious look, and then his eyes became lazy again, mixed with a trace of joy.
"It's okay, it's not a storm, it's just a light rain. I can still sleep for a while."