Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

Knowing where to find red clay just by seeing the Arrow Poison Wood, how is that different from asking for a cup of water at a friend’s house, and the host effortlessly taking out a disposable cup from the cupboard?

Knowing exactly where everything is, just like at home.

[Awesome!]

[Awesome plus!]

[This guy knows way too much.]

[I’m completely convinced!]

The viewers in the live broadcast felt completely convinced upon seeing that patch of red clay in their sight.

“It’s really awesome!” Inside the first venue, the crowd was somewhat excited, that familiar feeling returned.

Watching someone survive is undoubtedly tense and thrilling, but watching Bi Fang survive is a time to gain knowledge.

“Quick, help me out, I need to find something to hold this in, be careful not to dig up its roots,” Bi Fang carefully instructed, “The poisonous part of the Blood-Sealing Throat Tree is its sap, so don’t scratch its surface. Moreover, it’s a Third-Level Protected Plant, so for whatever reason, try not to damage its root system.”

“If you hadn’t told me it was poisonous, I’d have been fine, but now I’m a bit scared,” Leonardo said with a wry smile, squatting down and likewise scraping out the red clay.

“Third-Level Protected Plants? There’s such a thing?” someone in the first venue raised a question.

I’ve heard of national first- and second-level protected animals, but I’ve never heard of the third level, have I?

The term felt strange, suddenly coming from Bi Fang’s mouth, making people puzzled, but nobody questioned it.

If Bi Fang mentioned something, it was basically true. If one didn’t understand or wasn’t clear about it, it was likely their own fault. Who would be audacious enough to challenge the expertise of another with their own amateur knowledge?

“There is, there is!” someone said, pulling out their phone and looking it up.

But there were people who were quicker, asking Bi Fang through the barrage of comments.

At that moment, Bi Fang had come to a tree with large fan-shaped leaves, was removing its leaves, preparing to carry soil back. Seeing the barrage, he nodded, “Yes, plants do have first, second, and third levels of protection, but animals indeed only have first and second levels. Below that is ‘San You’, not third level, like common frogs and sparrows, they are all ‘San You’.”

“Compared to first and second levels, ‘San You’ has much weaker protection measures. It won’t matter unless the population reaches a certain number, so few ordinary people pay attention to it. And since people care less about plants, that’s why you have never heard of it.”

[I see]

[What about third-level plants, didn’t Master Fang just say they can be used for defense? Can we still do that now?]

[It should be possible, Old Fang isn’t unaware that they are Third-Level, he just said we can do it, so it must certainly be doable.]

Bi Fang chuckled, “Ordinary people might not believe this, but in my case, I can. Third-level plants can be utilized as long as permission is applied for, and as it happens, I am indeed one of those people.”

Not to mention, a long time ago, Lin Chang’s father had obtained the necessary certifications for him.

As time passed, Bi Fang’s status became even more extraordinary, naturally decreasing the taboos he faced.

[Showed off, is this what an ‘elite’ looks like?]

[After the Hainan Warlord, do we have another Wilderness Warlord now?]

[I called the police, but his phone rang]

[Classic.]

Meanwhile, Leonardo had poked out quite a bit of red clay with branches.

In the rainforest, the material cycle is fast, so red earth isn’t on the surface, rather it’s covered by a layer of black soil.

Anyone who has dug soil knows that even a little deeper, it becomes hard and difficult to dig, clumping together; it’s really hard to dig with hands, so Leonardo had to use branches to poke for a good while to get a considerable amount of red clay.

Bi Fang rolled up the large fan-shaped leaf, forming a funnel, then found a thick long vine and started wrapping it around at the break, winding it up in circles.

Upon wrapping it up, he found two thin and short morning glory vines, attaching and securing them at each end to the circled vine, completing the funnel-like container.

“The top can also act as a lid, connected together.” Bi Fang wrapped the thin vine around the stem of the large fan-shaped leaf, attaching the lower end to the thick vine’s body. With a pull, the upper half of the fan leaf covered the funnel completely.

After making two, Bi Fang carried them to the red clay, putting all the red clay that Leonardo had dug out into them.

“Aren’t we going to apply it now?” Leonardo asked curiously.

“No, we can’t apply it now; the red clay that’s just been dug up can’t be used immediately, it needs to undergo secondary processing,” Bi Fang explained, “Because the soil of the red clay contains a lot of bacteria, microorganisms, and even small insects, look.”

Bi Fang stirred through the red clay, ants, aphids, and mites were frantically escaping.

“If you apply that kind of soil directly onto your body, it’s fine if you don’t have small wounds, but if you do, it could be serious. In the jungle, there are sharp branches everywhere, and you may not even notice many tiny cuts.”

“The locals in Africa wouldn’t do it this way either; they would dry it out, then mix it with animal fat to increase its viscosity so that when applied to the skin it doesn’t flake and fall off due to drying and cracking.”

Leonardo looked up at the rainforest where not a bit of sunlight came through, scratching his head, “So what are we going to do? We don’t have animal fat, nor do we have sunlight to dry it.”

“No worries, if we don’t have fat, we can add more water, and if there’s no sunlight, we can directly bake the soil to sterilize it, it’s the same,” he said.

Carrying the large funnel on his back, Bi Fang took a breath, “Now, we’re going to make fire. Today, I’ll teach everyone a third method of starting a fire by hand, apart from Fire-Making by Wood-Drilling and pump fire-starting.”

“Fire Saw Method!”