Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

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I didn't get it right today either, so I'll just reserve a spot first to maintain my perfect attendance.

Before 4 a.m., I'll have it fixed, just refresh this chapter and there will be no extra charge.

Poison for arrows, as the name implies, is the poison hunters apply to their arrows to hunt their prey.

In different regions of the world, hunters use various types of arrow poisons.

Some extract it from plants, others obtain it from venomous snakes.

The Indian hunters in America's tropical rainforests like to source their poison from the brightly colored, highly toxic poison dart frog, making their trademark blow darts.

The Bushman hunters of the Kalahari Desert in Africa do the same, with their most common arrow poison coming from the Chrysomelidae beetle.

Bi Fang chatted with viewers while he was digging.

"Actually, some ecologists believe that the hunting method of the Bushman hunters is very time-consuming and inefficient, because collecting the poisonous insects themselves entails a considerable cost in time and energy, plus there's the need to make sure they can actually find them."

"If they were able to use more powerful bows with more lethal arrows, their efficiency could be greatly increased."

"As to why the Bushman hunters don't do this, there are various explanations. One is that hunting in this way is not solely about meeting survival needs but also relates to cultural customs they revere, as well as tribal game rules and social status they must adhere to during the hunts."

"Also, this toxic substance that comes from beetle larvae or pupae—if injected into the muscles of mammals, it doesn't produce toxic side effects; it's only when it enters the animal's bloodstream that the poison takes effect."

"So during an attack, you have to draw blood; otherwise, it's ineffective."

By this time, these plump insects were being dug up one by one and placed beside him in a stone hollow.

Bi Fang took a flat stone and tied it to a tree stick with some vine to serve as a makeshift shovel. He dug around under the myrrh tree, swiftly unearthing one parasite after another from the soil, placing them into a hollow in a rock.

The stone hollow had already accumulated quite a few—a rough count revealed about seven or eight. Under the sunlight, the thin cocoon walls were translucent, clearly showing the white, meaty bugs inside.

Seeing Bi Fang digging a hole, Harley, with nothing better to do, also jumped into the pit and started to dig, but this creature was more of a nuisance, and it wasn't long before Bi Fang chased him away.

After sitting on the ground for a while, the restless Harley began to circle the myrrh tree a few times and then started digging in reverse, shoveling the unearthed soil back onto the ground.

Pushing the loose soil back was much easier than digging it out directly.

If Bi Fang hadn't noticed in time, much of his hard work would have been wasted.

What was even more irritating was that a group of viewers, seemingly eager for a laugh, hadn't warned him at all. He was utterly disheartened, and so he decided to punish Harley by reducing his share of the ostrich egg that evening.

Poor Harley, chased away once again, lay on the ground with nothing to do, oblivious to the punishment awaiting him.

Gradually, a circle of large pits began to appear around the not-so-tall myrrh tree. Bi Fang only stopped as the sunset approached, confirming there were no more beetles nearby.

Bi Fang, somewhat strenuously, filled the holes with soil, trying to restore the area to its original appearance as much as possible. Finally, he took stock of his loot.

He had dug up a total of thirteen beetles, two of which were parasitized, making them enhanced versions—a bountiful harvest.

Bi Fang held the bugs in his palm and placed them all into a compartment of his backpack.

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"These bugs aren't urgent for us to use," explained Master Fang. "The venom of the Chrysomelidae beetles, although it doesn't lose its potency easily, could still be wasted if applied too early. Any knocks or scratches might cause the venom to leak away."

"Moreover, even though this poison is potent, it doesn't act very quickly. As I've mentioned before, an animal that has been shot can often run 60 to 100 kilometers with an injury before it finally slows down and falls dead. This means that we can't rely on it to save our lives in an emergency. It can only be used for hunting, for pursuit."

If you were depending on this venom to save your life during an attack by a ferocious beast, you'd have died countless times already.

Animals aren't perpetual motion machines; they can't run that far without needing several hours. By the time the poison works and it's time to save lives, the grass on their graves might already be long grown.

"We can also collect some resin from the myrrh tree, just in case we need it."

[Plucking a goose as it flies by, certainly.]

[Truly amazing, making use of whatever you find with a hundred percent utilization rate.]

[What does wilderness survival mean, eh! (tactically leaning back)]

Master Fang then made a cut in the small tree and used some leaves to catch the slowly oozing sap.

"In the past, the Three Wise Men from the East brought myrrh to Jesus because it could help heal wounds, symbolizing the suffering, sacrifice, and resurrection that Jesus was about to face."

"Legend has it that myrrh, like 'the blood of the Virgin Mary,' contains the power of regeneration and can purify a tainted body and soul; the 'Old Testament' records that women used it to cleanse their bodies, especially to deal with reproductive system infections. Warriors carried myrrh into battle since it aided in healing wounds."

"The Compendium of Materia Medica also states: Myrrh can activate blood circulation, reduce inflammation, and alleviate pain. It can be used for treating wounds and adjusting female physiological functions. This aligns with ancient Western practices."

"Modern science has also confirmed that it does indeed have such effects, able to cure boils, various ulcers, and venomous sores, and is also suitable for treating acne and facial herpes among other skin issues."

"However, one interesting point is that some essential oils can help activate the sexual chakra and boost sexual energy, like sandalwood, patchouli, jasmine, and many others. Many middle-aged men probably know a lot about these, but myrrh is one of the few essential oils that can lower sexual energy: it cools down the body's excessive fire and reduces excessive desires and distractions."

[Don't slander me, though I'm middle-aged, I really don't know any of this!]

[Men, stay away from it.]

[Got it, I'm going to buy sandalwood, patchouli, and jasmine essential oils.]

[That's the way to do it.]

[Impressive, reverse psychology, isn't it?]

[Master Fang, my friend wants me to ask if you know any essential oils that can boost sexual energy, not that it matters much—he just wants to avoid them, cultivate his character (dog's head).]

The setting sun cast its glow, the faint golden edge drawn between the earth and the sky, dazzling to the eyes.

It was only then that Master Fang noticed night was quickly approaching. He wrapped the cooled and hardened resin in the myrrh leaves and packed them away, then began to make a fire for cooking, while also setting up camp for the night.

Jerry, who had been stuck in the bag all this time, sneakily crawled out and began to survey the surroundings.

As Master Fang used a fire starter to kindle a blaze, he saw this scene but didn't intervene.

With sparse shrubbery around and nothing hidden from view, Master Fang didn't see any venomous snakes or other dangers, so he let Jerry be.

He has always preferred to give animals plenty of freedom; otherwise, he would feel as though he were mistreating them.

Perhaps it was because he didn't like to be constrained, longing for the vast sky and land, he also felt the same way toward pets.

Inside the fire pit, broken branches were thrown in, snapping crisply—a sign that they contained little moisture. Soon, the flames began to lick and spread, fuelling the fire even more.

By now, night had fallen completely. Bi Fang gathered dry leaves, threw them on the ground, and spread them out.

"African savannahs are brimming with ants, including army ants. The ants in the army ant genus don't have stingers, but they have powerful and strong mandibles. Their numbers can reach up to 22 million, and you certainly wouldn't want to be attacked by them. So when choosing a campsite, make sure to check for nearby ant nests or things that might attract ants."

"Right, besides ants, there are also lots of termites here, which you should also be careful to avoid."

Bi Fang stuck two wooden spears into the ground, serving as the main structure for his shelter.

There was a noticeable drop in temperature over the past few days, especially at night, which necessitated the construction of a shelter to retain warmth.

[This sentence sounds quite strange.]

[What do you mean besides ants, there are also termites? Aren't termites just a type of ant?]

[Termites: Have I been excommunicated from the ant society?]

Bi Fang paused his work and laughed, "Don't you know? Termites aren't ants. Actually, they are more like relatives of cockroaches."

[!!!]

[What the hell?]

[Termites are relatives of cockroaches?]

"Even though they both have the character 'ant' in their names, termites are not a kind of ant. They differ greatly in terms of morphology, evolution, and diet."

"Ants are classified under the order Hymenoptera, which have four wings, all translucent, with the upper pair larger than the lower pair."

"However, most ants shed their wings when living on the ground, so we can look at bees, which are closely related to ants, to understand what the wings of Hymenoptera insects are like."

"Both ants and bees have elbowed antennae, resembling the shape of 'く', and they have a distinct narrow waist, which sets them apart from termites."

As he explained, the shape of the shelter on the ground began to take form.

Bi Fang had done this too many times. If he only needed a shelter for warmth, he could even build one with materials in just half an hour if necessary.

"Moreover, both ants and bees undergo complete metamorphosis, which means their life cycle includes egg, larva, pupa, and adult stages. The larvae are little fleshy worms completely different from the adults and must go through the pupal stage to become winged adults."

"But termites are classified under the order Blattodea, also known as Isoptera, wherein all four wings are of equal size, with the upper layer thicker than the lower."

"Blattodea is actually the scientific name for cockroaches, and the appearance of their larvae is similar to that of the adults. They only need to molt several times to grow wings, which classifies them as insects with incomplete metamorphosis."

"In terms of the evolutionary history of insects, termites are considered an ancient and primitive insect species closely related to cockroaches. They are one of the insect world's ancient ancestors. Meanwhile, ants only have a 60-million-year history of existence and are more closely related to bees."

"The reason termites have always been considered ants is that their habits and modes of reproduction are very similar to those of ants, and their offspring are also divided into workers, soldiers, and reproductive ants. In terms of societal structure, they are indeed quite similar."

As his words came to an end, Bi Fang's shelter was also completed.

The ground was covered in soft leaves and dry grass, and Harley, who had been playfully teased by Jerry, also showed no restraint, pushing aside the large rat that lay in front of his head and found a comfortable spot to lie down.

Over the past few days, Jerry and Harley had become quite familiar with each other's presence.

Harley knew he couldn't eat Jerry, and Jerry also understood that Harley wasn't as scary as he had imagined.

[My goodness, shocked for an entire year]

[First time knowing about this]

[Turns out, it belongs to the secrets of insects]

[So it's not a bug, another day of enlightenment.]

After building the shelter, Bi Fang also patted his hands with satisfaction, meanwhile took the ostrich egg out of the fire pit, cracked it open, peeled away the shell, and shared it with the animals.

At this moment, Harley perked up, moved over, and started eating with delight.

Bi Fang didn't actually give him less; it was just an internal joke.

The intelligence of animals is actually quite limited. If they aren't punished on the spot, they can't understand what they did wrong afterwards.

So when things are done and cannot be undone, any action taken is already too late.

That's why many Erhas remember the food but not the beating, and would still destroy things around the house. If you don't catch them in the act, the memory effect is almost nil.

"The area where you prepare food should ideally be some distance from your sleeping area to avoid being disturbed by the sounds of animals attracted by food at night, and also to stay away from the Tsangyang Gyatso attracted by the scent of the food."

"If possible, it would be best to build a separate small tent near the cooking area to store food. Remember not to store food inside the tent where you sleep, as this is a very dangerous behavior."

After finishing the second ostrich egg, Bi Fang buried the waste and the live broadcast for the day ended there.

"If you're not alone in the wilderness, then in a place away from where you sleep and cook, you can choose a spot for everyone to work together, chat, or engage in other activities."

"This area will become the social hub of the entire team. Every member who spends time in this area is obligated to keep it clean and to imbue it with a sense of ceremony."

"Although it may seem pointless, in the wilderness, it can provide unexpected mental strength and might become the key to survival and a pillar of support."

"Alright, that's it for today's live stream. To be honest, I really hope it'll rain tomorrow, so I won't have to go through the trouble of finding a water source."

After exchanging a few last words with the audience, Bi Fang turned off the live stream and added some damp firewood.

Seemingly aware that the time had come, Jerry automatically crawled into the backpack. The backpack squirmed for a while, then settled down, clearly finding his own snug spot.

Bi Fang made his way under the shelter and found a nice place, turning his back to the campfire, ready to rest.

Still not fully content, Harley licked his lips, looked around at the quiet surroundings, and eventually chose to lie behind Bi Fang, curling up into a ball and deciding to rest in the backpack-carrying position.

Perhaps Bi Fang's words really did have an effect, as this time, the heavens were exceptionally generous.

Loud thunder roared in the sky, and heavy rain poured down, once again moistening this land that had been parched for so long, signifying the end of the dry season.

It's just that the timing seemed a bit off.