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I found a lot of things, plastic bottles, broken shoes, rotten fishing nets, and even cans.

Whether it's useful now or not, as long as it's human-produced, I've taken it to the shelter.

Now all I need to do is salt.

But I don't know how.

All I know about salt drying is I don't know how to do it.

This annoys me a lot.

Moreover, I often feel dizzy and want to vomit these days, and I wonder if it is the result of not eating salt.

After all, the sweat I have been sweating in the past few days has formed a large white stain on my back.

"Huh?"

"That's right!"

I patted my head vigorously.

How could I forget this kind of thing.

Excited, I took off my tattered pants and clothes, and rubbed them clean in the sea.

Then let them soak up the sea water and hang them on the branches of the trees in the sun.

I think I'll be able to get some salt now.

Not a person who likes to put his eggs in one basket though.

So, I'm ready to try everything I can think of.

The second approach begins.

I wanted to see if it was feasible to dry salt.

On the beach, far from the sea, I dug a big hole.

It's about the size of a table.

I dug it all out little by little.

Then I made a small trough at the edge of the pit, ready to bring the sea water over and expose it to the sun.

See if you can get out of the salt.

But soon, I found out that I had failed, and I guess only I could come up with the water on the beach, and it didn't take long for the water to seep out.

Helpless, so much effort and time were wasted.

It turned out to be a failure, and I was so angry that I kicked the sand that I dug out, kicking the sand so far.

Luckily, I have a third option, I want to try boiling seawater to see if I can boil some salt.

I don't have a suitable container though.

If I put seawater in the can, I feel that the amount is too small.

Time flies very quickly.

Through the coconut trees, I looked at the sun almost overhead, and suddenly, I thought of a perfect container solution.

I thought of it, coconut.

It's just that it's too hard to open it, and I have to find a bigger and sharper stone than the one I opened the coconut on the first day.

But as usual, you won't find anything like this when it's urgently needed.

I really, really, empathize with this statement now.

Indeed, I've been around for a long time.

But I couldn't find a suitable stone.

I still have to do something in the afternoon, so I can only choose to pick up the clothes that are still in the sun, and the huge coconut.

Back in the open space of the shelter, I swallowed a few fruits.

The leaves on the "bed" had changed color, and it still looked very dry.

If you lie down now, you should feel a little more comfortable than before.

But I have more important things to do now, and I don't even have time to get that coconut away.

Yesterday, the shadow in the woods and the shadow that woke me up in the middle of the night had occupied my mind all day.

So I'm going to have to think of a solution today.

At least give yourself a way to reassure yourself.

I rushed back because I had an idea.

Continue to collect dead branches, especially those that are relatively long.

I'm going to build a fence next to where I'm sleeping.

After the start of construction, I realized how much work was involved in doing this.

As long as there are about a meter of branches in this vicinity, I have taken them away.

Spending the ridiculous part of the time was that I only made half the fence.

If I need to complete this task, I need to find so many branches.

It's a task I can't accomplish.

So I had to use rattan to fence off the branches that didn't reach them.

I'm still not satisfied, though.

The sense of security I wanted, didn't come out.

So I dug a few more holes in the gap of the rattan, and buried several sharp branches in the ground under the pits.

The cans and bottles I picked up were hung in the center of the rattan.

Whenever any creature touches the rattan, it makes a sound of thought.

To be safe, I used branches to prop up the rattan to a height of about twenty centimeters.

Because if the creature is less than twenty centimeters, then I believe that there is no threat to me.

I'm afraid of unknown creatures, and that's undoubtedly the reason for my fear.

After all this, the sky slowly began to darken.

Before it was all dark, I went to the river once.

After filling a bottle of water in a can, I didn't go catch the fish and returned to my shelter.

Luckily, I lit the fire before I went out, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get back here.

It's been a long time since I've drunk boiled water.

The cans were erected by me in the fire, wrapped in flames.

Hot air is coming out of the mouth of the can.

I can finally drink it with confidence.

The water that had been boiled for nearly dozens of minutes cooled down and I drank it in a few sips.

It was at this time that I heard the roar of airplanes.

"Here they come, they came to my rescue. ”

"It has to be them. ”

Excited, I threw the can out.

In the sky, there is indeed an airplane, and its tail lights are flashing.

I desperately followed the direction of the plane and waved my hand vigorously.

No response.

"I'm here, help me!" I yelled.

Even though it was getting farther and farther and flying higher, I was still chasing it.

In fact, reason has long told me that this should be a passing civil airplane, and if it comes to rescue me, it must also be a helicopter or a boat.

But I always refused to believe it, I wanted to be found, I wanted to be rescued, so I didn't give up any chance.

Now that the plane has flown away again, my mood has dropped again.

I don't know why, but every time I forget, I am reminded to wait for hope, but in the end it kills it.

It took me a long time to calm myself today, and my clothes and pants were completely dry after a day of exposure to the sun and baking on the fire.

I took my clothes, and patches of white appeared in front of me.

After a few gentle shakes, some white particles fell down.

It worked, it worked.

With a finger licking the tip of my tongue, I picked up a few white particles on the ground and put them in my mouth.

Feeling them on the tip of the tongue, melting, decomposing, I was incredibly excited.

Salt, it turns out that it can be so delicious, I sighed.

I thought it would be nice if there was more salt.

I can try to marinate some fish and use it later in case of food shortages.

I can only say that I am thinking too much now, I have only succeeded in one method now, and the current method of drying clothes is too low in salt.

I don't think this amount of yield will be enough for my daily use.

Tomorrow I should try another way.

There is also the waste on the beach, I have to find more time, once there is a suitable one, I have to bring it back, I feel that I lack everything now.