Chapter 2 Survival in the wild is extremely difficult
When he chewed up the cluster of bright red azaleas, he felt even more hungry.
Gritting his teeth, he stood up with a wooden stick, ignoring the little beast on the dead tree. "Food and water are still the things I urgently need at the moment. I'm really going to die!"
He remembered that there were several uneaten buckets of pickled pepper beef flavored instant noodles in his residence...
"Oh! I can't think about it. The more I think about it, the hungrier I get!"
He picked up a wooden stick and started to continue on the road, walking down the slope. It seemed that the distance was less than a few hundred meters, but after walking for a long time, it was not even halfway.
And the tattered suit on his body has a few more holes, and it has a trend of becoming a striped suit. When he woke up in the morning, he still looked like a human, but now he is almost like a beggar.
He was covered in sweat, wiping sweat anxiously on his face, and looking around with his eyes.
hiss……
Chi chi chi...
Click...
Bah...
A series of sounds came, and he suddenly looked up in fright, and saw a huge figure falling from a towering tree not far away, crushing many branches and shrubs, and crashing to the ground.
He looked intently, almost frightened out of his wits, and sat down on the ground.
Looking through the gaps between the bushes, I saw a huge python twisting on the ground, breaking the bushes wherever it passed.
A rough estimate is that the python's waist is thicker than a common bucket, its body is green, and it is at least ten meters long. If it doesn't twist, you can't really tell.
It was obvious that it fell from a tree.
And on the tree, there was the little beast standing, and the little beast was looking at him curiously.
Seeing this, Yun Buliu screamed inwardly, "Isn't this guy targeting me?"
He wanted to turn around and leave, but he found that the most terrifying thing in the jungle was not the venomous snakes or the terrifying big snakes, but the small black beast that could discharge electricity.
He didn't want to experience that sour feeling of being blank, speechless, tingling all over his body, numb and twitching, and almost incontinent.
However, he didn't run around carelessly.
He was silently paying attention to the little beast and the big snake rolling and twitching on the ground.
He waited until the big snake stopped twitching, gradually recovered, and swam hurriedly to the other side, then he continued walking down.
He didn't stop until he came across a pine tree. He found that there was a lot of rosin on the trunk of the pine tree, some of which had condensed into lumps, and some of which were relatively soft.
He picked up a few palm-sized leaves, collected the rosin, and put it in his pocket.
He planned to make several torches and light them when he went to bed at night to ward off animals.
Last night he heard the roars of various carnivorous animals, and today he saw such a big snake again, as well as this small electric beast that had been following him curiously.
In this jungle, there are life-threatening dangers everywhere.
Fortunately, along the way, he never encountered disgusting and scary things like locusts. When he was playing in the fields or helping the family when he was a child, he was most afraid of encountering such things.
It's sticky on the hand, and although the bite is not painful, it will cause bleeding. The suction cup of the thing comes with an anesthetic, and it usually doesn't feel much when the blood is sucked.
But the moment you bite into it for the first time, if you pay attention, you can still feel the pain. But if you don't pay attention, you won't feel much after that.
When he was a child, someone lied to him, saying that the thing could penetrate into the body, suck blood, and give birth to a litter of children in the body. Once that thing penetrated the body, it would be over.
At a certain period of time, he was so convinced of this that he no longer dared to run wild in the fields.
After collecting the rosin, he licked his lips that were starting to become chapped. In his mind, he couldn't help but picture himself lying on a soft sofa, drinking the refreshing Fatty Happy Water.
He shook his head suddenly, "I can't think about it. The more I think about it, the thirstier I feel. I have to find water quickly, otherwise I may die in this deep mountain and forest."
The anxiety and urgency in his heart gradually enveloped his heart.
He didn't know if the shadow of death always shrouded him, arousing the desire to survive in his heart, and he felt a new power suddenly surge in his body.
The legs, which had gradually become heavy, became a little lighter again.
In this deep mountain and old forest, he was stumbling, sweating profusely, dizzy, his throat seemed to be smoking, his ears were buzzing, and he wished he could collapse on the ground without moving.
But he can't, he is afraid of death!
He sat down several times to rest, wanting to sit for a while longer, but in the end, he stood up again.
His whole body was soaked with sweat, and blisters had already formed on the soles of his feet. He took out the last piece of chewing gum several times, but he forced it back into his pocket.
When the scorching sun set, when he felt a little dizzy, and when he felt that his throat was going to smoke if he didn't moisturize it, he finally couldn't help but eat the stick of gum. Although he couldn't chew it for a long time,
It's still okay to chew it for a while.
Chewing gum in his mouth, he felt the coolness and sweetness, and the smoking mouth secreted moisture involuntarily, making him feel refreshed and at the same time, he also felt that his whole person was instantly more energetic.
He hit the road again, and finally heard the sound of running water after walking for almost an hour.
He felt that there was no more beautiful sound in the world than this.
The joy came to his mind and he couldn't help but speed up his pace. The urgency was even stronger than when he secretly dated the pretty girl from the next class.
What is happiness?
He used to think that as long as he could hold hands, hug and kiss the pretty girl in the next class, he would be very happy, as if he owned the whole world.
After I go out to work and am exhausted, I can watch movies, read novels, or play hacker games with my friends, which is also very happy.
But now, when Yun Buliu was lying on the side of the stream, with his head plunged into the stream, breathing heavily into the clear stream, he felt that he was the happiest at this moment.
Looking at the reflection in the clear stream, he realized that he was really cheap. How happy he was in the past when he was sitting on the sofa reading novels and playing games!
But he always felt that those days were so boring!
"I really hope those boring days can come back again! God, did you hear my affectionate call? Let me go! Those days of exhaustion are much more comfortable than now!"
He didn't know if he was moved to tears by his pious attitude. He always felt a bit sour in his nose, his eyes were moist, and his nose was about to run down.
After a long time, he found that begging God was of no use. He calmed down his complicated mood, sat down by the stream, took off his leather shoes, and a sour smell came out.
He wrinkled his nose, took off his socks, looked at the soles of his feet, and found that a blister had formed.
He put his feet in the stream, felt the coolness on his feet, and groaned in comfort.
Then he looked around cautiously, always worried that something might come out of the dense bushes and kill him.
After watching for a while and finding nothing unusual, he picked up the wooden stick in his hand, broke off a sharp wooden stubble from the top of the stick, and carefully opened the blisters on the soles of his feet.
"Alas! I won't know what kind of place this is even if I suffer from it in the future."
As he spoke, he dipped his blistered feet into the water and continued soaking for a while.
After resting for a while, he shook his feet, put on his shoes and socks, and started on the road again.
He leaned on a wooden stick and looked around, "I have to find a place to rest at night..."
Gugu...
He touched his drumming belly and lamented: "Are you really going to force me to catch bugs to eat?"
He felt that he might not be able to take that mouth, and thinking about it made him feel sick.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a beetle climbing on a giant tree next to him. He casually hit the beetle with a stick, and with a bang, the beetle's head was smashed to pieces by him.
He was stunned, "It seems that I am really hungry and faint. My heart doesn't want it, but my body is very honest!"
After thinking for a while, he knelt down, wrapped the beetle with its twitching legs in a leaf, and stuffed it into his pocket, "Be prepared for any trouble! Alas!"
He did not dare to leave the stream too far, so he could only walk along the stream.
He has never been so eager to return to civilized society as at this moment.
I have never felt that a civilized society is so good like this moment.
While walking, he came across a rotten tree lying on the stream. There were some hard mushrooms growing on the rotten wood, but unfortunately they were inedible.
There were also monkey-like sounds coming from the rotten wood.
Of course, it was not a real monkey, but the sound of an insect.
He stopped and hesitated.
The insects in the dead wood are called "rotten firewood monkeys" in the dialect of his hometown. They are actually a kind of woodworm with a monkey-like sound, hence the name.
This kind of bug is indeed edible. When I was young, my favorite thing to do was to cut a Coke can into a 'door' shape, hold it upside down over a flame, then scoop a spoonful of oil and place it in the recess at the bottom of the can.
, when the oil boils, throw the woodworms into the oil.
After two puffs, the aroma came out immediately, and everyone even rushed to eat it.
But now, where to find oil?
If it’s not fried, how dare you eat it raw?
Thinking about the scene of eating it raw, his stomach couldn't help but twitch slightly.
But thinking about the beetle carcass in his pocket, he walked over anyway.
"Be prepared! Alas!"
He found a few large leaves, which were somewhat similar to tung leaves, but much larger than tung leaves. He washed the leaves, then used a wooden stick to poke open the rotten wood, and searched among the rotten wood.
It didn't take long for a dozen thick woodworms, most of which were finger-long, to be caught on the tung leaves.
After checking the time, he used a few tung leaves to wrap the firewood insects into two packages, tied them tightly with grass silk, and carried them in his hand to prevent the insects from escaping.
Although after catching it a few more times, it was no longer as disgusting as it was at the beginning, but he still couldn't think of eating this thing alive in his mouth.
He had already made up his mind and went back to roast it over the fire and eat it.
The most important thing now is to find a place to spend the night.
Look at the sky, it's already getting late, and the sun will probably set in half an hour.
What worries him is that the strange little beast is still following those giant trees.
He didn't know what the little beast wanted to do! But he couldn't afford to offend it at all, so he could only pretend that he didn't see it, and then looked around the stream, hoping to find a tree hole or a cave.
But after searching for a while, he still couldn't find the ideal place to live, so he had to stop next to a huge boulder beside the stream. The boulder was inserted diagonally into the stream, forming an angle of about fifty or sixty degrees.
Although not ideal, it is still a leeward place.
After choosing a good place, he climbed into the forest again, went to collect a pile of dry firewood and came back. He had to make a bonfire, and it couldn't be extinguished, otherwise it would probably be picked up by wild beasts in the middle of the night.
After collecting a pile of dry firewood and feeling that it was enough to burn, he started to light a fire.
Fortunately, you had a lighter with you, otherwise you would have to drill wood to make a fire.
After lighting the bonfire without any difficulty, he took out the beetle, thought for a while, put it on a mangji pole, and roasted it by the fire.
After a pile of red charcoal fire burned out, he moved the bonfire to the side, placed the two packs of woodworms on the charcoal fire, raised the charcoal fire with a wooden stick, and covered it.
After doing all this, he looked at the beetle that was a little burnt and had its wings long gone. He swallowed and hesitated, "Is this really edible?"