Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

The cave was a natural shelter, and Bi Fang felt lucky to have found such a place.

It meant he could save a lot of effort.

As he and Baus cleaned up the rubble in the cave, Bi Fang shared his past experiences.

"I always remember the first night I spent in the jungle, it was truly unforgettable. Now, I’ve slept in windy mountains many times, from snow forests to deserts, from underground caverns to—but recalling that first night in the jungle still feels so different."

"Back then, I didn’t have any knowledge about surviving in the jungle; all I could think about were snakes, spiders, ants, mosquitoes, and other wild crawling animals that might bite."

"For me, that night, my nervous system was working overtime, and on a simply constructed hammock, I couldn’t sleep at all."

[Ah, why didn’t I notice?]

[When I watched the first live broadcast, I thought Master Fang slept pretty soundly]

[Surely it wasn’t the first live broadcasting of Wilderness Survival... First time broadcasting Wilderness Survivalist and the first time surviving in the wilderness are not the same concept, what are you guys thinking]

[Oh, I get it, it’s pre-level experience!] Continue reading at NovelBin.Côm

[Let me jot this down in my little notebook.]

"But my outdoor instructor looked so comfortable and didn’t seem to mind stopping ants from crawling into his hammock, I asked him how he could be so carefree in the jungle."

Baus, carrying a rock the size of a head out of the cave, placed it on the ground and asked curiously, "What did he say?"

The cave was small, only large enough for one person to enter and exit. Once Baus came out, Bi Fang went in to remove the remaining rocks and continued talking.

"He said, ’If you get bitten by any poisonous or large animal, you’re actually quite lucky! There’s only a 10% chance to see some impressively dangerous animals around here."

"Huh?" Baus laughed, "So we’re pretty safe?"

"Wild and crawling animals only act when they feel threatened or cornered, so we don’t usually have to worry. As long as we don’t move recklessly, enter the territories of large animals, or deliberately track them, the wilderness will threaten life mostly through the environment itself."

"In the jungle, there are far more eyes watching us than we can see. The more nervous you are, the more challenging the environment will seem."

No one is born adapted to the wild, especially people from the city. Past life’s Bi Fang also took a long time to adapt.

For nearly a week, he could only fall asleep in the middle of the night when he was too exhausted to stay awake, and then he would wake up early to shake the ants out of his hair.

"Of course, now I can sleep peacefully in the jungle."

Speaking of this, Bi Fang felt a bit proud.

To achieve this, most people would already have a chance to survive.

[Here’s a little red flower for you]

Hearing Bi Fang’s words, Baus breathed a sigh of relief, "I was worried at first about whether there would be a black bear or something living in the cave, it seems we are not likely to encounter one."

Bi Fang paused, looking at Baus in surprise.

"What’s the matter?"

Baus felt a bit self-conscious being stared at.

"Nothing," Bi Fang laughed, "But, I think it’s necessary to remind you that Central Country is in a high-latitude area, so theoretically, huge brown bears could live in the forests of Central Country. The only regret is that there are no more wild bear populations in Central Country now, only a few zoos where you can see brown bears."

"If it were the early 20th century, you might still see the now-extinct English bear. Before that, bear hunting was a popular sport among the nobility, and circuses often used ’Dancing bear’ to attract crowds eager to see something rare."

Baus was amazed at Bi Fang’s erudition. He himself was seen as a polymath by his teachers in school, but compared to Bi Fang, his talent seemed trivial.

Not only was the other party a master of Wilderness Survival, but he was also clear about such folk customs?

"Up to now, there won’t be any large animals on the Central Country’s land that can threaten human life, unless it’s one from a zoo that has escaped or a pack of feral dogs."

"That’s really too bad, just a hundred years since the early twentieth century." Baus sighed. "Then Paddington Bear wouldn’t exist either."

Baus made a playful joke, then sighed again.

"It seems we won’t be able to see bears in the wild anymore."

But what Bi Fang said next turned Baus’s slight melancholy into embarrassment.

"I’ve heard that the Central Country government has projects with non-governmental organizations for ’rewilding,’ starting from next year Central Country plans to introduce wild Brown Bears from Ganna into the forests of Gasdah County. Sir, didn’t you know?"

Baus: "..."

[Hahaha, what Master Fang said]

[Give our Prime Minister some face]

[Baus: That’s a thing? How come I didn’t know?]

Bi Fang was only joking slightly, with no intention of ridicule.

In fact, it’s impossible for a national Prime Minister to know everything, while he might recognize the importance of environmental protection and promote a series of measures, he wouldn’t go into detail to understand the actual number range of a certain species, whether it is endangered or not.

Baus was an old hand, and he quickly recovered from the embarrassment and continued to clean the cave.

After moving out the last large stone, Baus wiped the slight sweat on his forehead, looking at the now clean interior of the cave.

"Is this good enough?"

"No, of course not," Bi Fang shook his head. "If you are a confident Explorer, traversing the entire wilderness, finding a spot to get by for one night is naturally enough, but to be on the safe side, we need to make it safer and more comfortable."

Comfortable?

Baus looked around the cave, which was filled with green moss.

To him, the first impression was only moist, hard, and cramped.

How could such a place be considered comfortable?

"Of course, it’s up to our brains and hands. Come on, let’s go to the cliff over there and collect some materials."

Bi Fang led Baus towards a cliff not too far away.

"Cliffs are generally composed of metamorphic rock or volcanic rock. In the case of the former, it is very easy to form slate on cliffs. Let’s go and see if we can find some slabs."

Slabs?

The audience was taken aback.

This word, it just doesn’t seem to fit with wilderness.

But when the two reached the foot of the cliff, and Bi Fang inserted a dagger into a laminated rock and levered it, a piece of slate of several square decimeters fell off.

Is it really slate!?

"Haha, sure enough, it’s slate. This kind of rock has basically no recrystallization, it’s a type of metamorphic rock, originally mudstone, silty or neutral tuff, which can be peeled off along the cleavage plane into thin sheets. We can lay them inside the cave to make a hard plank bed."

Bi Fang pulled out another dagger and handed it to Baus, urging him to try peeling off a few pieces as well.

[It’s hard enough...]

[Wait, does Old Fang have a new knife?]

[Damn, new knife, so cool!]

Only then did some keen viewers realize that the knife Bi Fang had used to peel rocks was a new one they had never seen before, and its unique design immediately caught everyone’s attention.

Many viewers immediately asked what kind of knife it was, but some military enthusiasts recognized it right away.

[Damn, modmkvi stinger! Nice knife!]

[Envious, I want one too]

[So cool]

[Not something ordinary people can afford.]

Given Bi Fang’s current following, there were all sorts of people in the audience, so there was no need for him to do the explaining himself, saving him the effort.

By the time the two had pried off the stone slabs, Baus was already drenched in sweat. The slabs were thin, but they were indeed heavy, especially when carrying a dozen or so.

"Phew, it’s been a long time since I’ve had this much exercise."

But looking over at Bi Fang, he seemed not to have broken a sweat, not even gasping for air, which was quite enviable.

"This is another key point for outdoor activities, to have an objective assessment of your own physical condition. A robust physique allows you to challenge greater limits in far-off places and for longer periods of time."

Bi Fang glanced at the backpack and equipment behind Baus, all of which were from quite professional brands and configurations. Obviously, as the Prime Minister, even if he wasn’t adept at wilderness activities, someone would have prepared everything for him.

"Equipment is important, but even if you’re physically strong and experienced in outdoor activities, don’t blindly carry too much gear."

"I’ve seen friends who, because they carried too much equipment and moved too quickly, ended up in great misery."

[No insider here, this friend, I guess...]

[Dog’s head to save my life]

Bi Fang just smiled, "If you make this mistake in the Arctic, you’ll sweat. Sweating too much in a cold environment will quickly take away your body heat and can lead to hypothermia if severe."

"Our ancestors survived in extremely harsh environments not by relying on the equipment we have now, but on natural materials obtained from farming or hunting."

"Today, outdoor equipment is designed to be very diverse, to suit a variety of specific and special environments. Pure natural fibers are rarely used now; more often, synthetic fibers are employed, making gear more functional and lighter."

"But that’s not to say that when preparing your outdoor gear, you should disregard equipment that isn’t made from the latest materials. Modern equipment isn’t always effective, and sometimes what our ancestors used can be more useful."

Inside the live stream, some viewers strongly agreed.

[I’ve spent three months in Antarctica. Our team wore the same era clothing as Captain Scott, slept in tents from that era, and ate food from that era. Our boots, sleeping bags, and gloves were all made from reindeer fur.]

[We wore tweed trousers, slept in canvas tents, and used bamboo poles to support them, and with this, we withstood months of bitter cold and blizzards.]

[The documentary crew had the most modern equipment and food. We got trapped in a 3-day storm in Greenland and almost had to abandon our canvas tents.]

[But when the storm stopped, we found that the green canvas tent had just a small tear, whereas our crew’s modern tents had turned into a pile of junk. Just like that, even in minus 50 degrees Celsius, we didn’t get frostbite.]

[Ah, it’s Sir!]

[Caught a big shot live]

[Sir has been slacking off, and he even has time to watch live broadcasts]

Bi Fang took a closer look at the person who posted in the chat, and sure enough, it was Edinburgh.

One could only say that this historical figure’s claim of nearly stepping foot in every corner of the earth was no exaggeration.

After placing the stone slab in front of the cave, Bi Fang, along with Baus, made two stone axes and cut down a tree, mainly using its branches, as well as some bark.

Although shrubs were abundant in this land, there were sparse trees as well.

With the materials prepared, he then began to work.

Bi Fang made a stone shovel and dug a pit at the entrance of the cave, removing a good amount of soil, and then set up a bowstring and some deadwood, carving a small hole in the wood to align it with the drill shaft.

He placed a large amount of dry grass inside the cave and then invited Baus to start a fire.

For beginners, crafting the Bow Drill Method could be difficult, but once completed, the moment of igniting the fire turned out to be the simplest part.

Baus took over with great enthusiasm, appearing very excited.

After a few brief attempts, he got the hang of the bow drill technique quickly, holding the drill shaft in place and moving the bow back and forth continuously; soon, white smoke began to rise from the dry tree trunk.

Seeing this, Baus grew even more excited and sped up his movements. Bi Fang quickly squatted down and piled some tinder next to the drilling hole.

Unfortunately, after the following ten minutes, there was only white smoke.

Baus was taken aback, "Did it fail?"

"It’s okay, let’s try again." Bi Fang was not discouraged, and he dug a new small hole on the side, then held down the drill shaft himself, allowing Baus to just pull the bowstring.

Indeed, this time it went much smoother; after the white smoke followed quickly by black wood dust appearing inside the hole.

Seeing this, Bi Fang quickly piled tinder on top, then asked Baus to stop moving the bowstring and start blowing on the tinder.

"Blow gently and slowly, take a deep breath and then exhale, somewhere between exhaling and blowing," Bi Fang instructed Baus patiently.

Soon, more and more white smoke emerged from the tinder, with sparks scattering intermittently.

A minute later, a small flame licked the tinder, turning it into black ash.

Success!

Baus couldn’t contain the joy inside; it was almost evident on his face.

Although all the tools were made by Bi Fang, and even the pressure on the drill shaft was controlled by him, in the end, the fire was indeed blown out by Baus himself!

Looking at Baus, who was almost dancing with joy, Bi Fang smiled.

It seemed that even a prime minister could not refuse the feeling of accomplishment that came from personally creating fire in the wilderness with primitive tools.

[Master Fang, you’ve changed; I still hope for your former unrestrained self]

[How can I bow and scrape to those in power!]

[When I make it big, I also want Master Fang to prepare the tools for me, and then hold the drill shaft!]

Bi Fang sighed helplessly, merely tossing the burning tinder into the cave filled with dry grass.

"Central Country is humid, especially now in September, the hottest season, swarming with mosquitoes. By burning the cave, not only can we disinfect and kill bacteria, but we can also eradicate all the mosquitoes inside."