Lost in the Jungle Diary Day 3

I was woken up by a small thing, and as soon as I woke up, I felt very cold all over my body, and I touched my forehead with my hand, it was very hot. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I had a fever.

It seems that Luo Shenfu can only heal injuries, not diseases.

I forced myself to stand up, feeling a little drifting as I walked, and when I walked to the dew collection device, I took a big sip before I seemed to feel better.

It's sunny today and the weather is nice. After feeding Xiong Ling and Aunt Shan to drink water, the first thing I did was to spend half a morning collecting enough firewood and materials for drilling wood for fire, but they were all a little wet. I moved them out into the sun, hoping to dry them before dusk.

The fire must be lit today, and without hot water and cooked food, I am afraid that my condition will worsen, and if I collapse, we will all die.

Moreover, a campfire can effectively prevent the invasion of common beasts at night.

Dragging my shivering body from hunger and cold, I returned to the dense forest, intending to try my luck and find something to eat.

Heaven had mercy on me, and I found several large worms the thickness of two fingers in a section of rotten wood, with fat, white bodies writhing like maggots.

If I hadn't been cornered, I wouldn't have included this in my recipe. But God knows, the only thing I thought at this point was that I finally had meat to eat.

The surprise is not over, I was going to go farther and explore the surrounding situation a little, when I passed a murmuring stream that was only more than one meter wide, I actually found a large turtle with a diameter of 30 centimeters in the mud at the water's edge, and a few turtle eggs were attached to the deeper part of the silt!

I don't think I could have come up with a better gift even if the creator God had stood in front of me at this time and asked me what I wanted.

I carried all the harvest back, and went to collect some mushrooms and fruits like the day before yesterday, and lazily lay on Aunt Shan's belly and basked in the sun. The whole morning was supported by a rush of excitement, and now that the momentum has passed, I feel that the fever is even worse. Thankfully, the sun was full today, and although I was still shivering from the cold, at least the firewood could be dried.

Because I was so weak, I didn't heal Bear Ling in the afternoon. After forcing myself to eat some mushrooms and fruits, I took a nap to replenish my energy a little and prepare for the physical work before dusk.

It turned out that my decision was extremely correct, and the whole process of drilling wood for fire was very tiring.

The way I drill wood for fire is not the literal way of "drilling wood". Although it is also the principle of frictional heat generation, this method was learned from a book about cannibalism in New Guinea. It can be seen that it is sometimes beneficial to read more messy miscellaneous books when you are young.

I first made a batch of stone knives, this one is very simple, find two stones of the right size, slash each other, one of them will break off, forming a sharp section that can be used to cut. This kind of stone knife is easy to wear, but it is easy to make, so I just got 3 spares.

Then I took out a piece of log that I had prepared in the morning, stripped off the damp bark on its surface, and after exposing the wooden part inside, I used a sharp stone knife to slide a groove 15 centimeters long and half a centimeter deep, and the groove surface was relatively large.

It stands to reason that a wooden stick that is strong enough to sharpen the head. But I couldn't find any wood of this material, so I replaced it with a few thicker branches, and the head was also sharpened.

In addition, some igniters such as cotton are needed in the grooves. Of course, I couldn't have cotton, so after preparing some sawdust, I got the idea on the little thing. I plucked some fine fluff on her neck and chin, and the bear child screamed in pain, and ran away as fast as he could, refusing to come to her. Of course, with my current physical condition, it is impossible to chase her, so I had no choice but to ask Aunt Shan to borrow some more, Aunt Shan is weaker than me and unable to express her opinion.

To be on the safe side, I've also added some of Spirit Bear's hair to the ignition. Anyway, after the fire, her hair was as ugly as a bald pheasant, and I just took the opportunity to trim it for her, and of course it wouldn't be easy to see with my craft, but at least it couldn't be worse than the original.

Once everything is ready, it's time for endurance, stamina, and perseverance. The operation process is very simple, sit on the log with your butt and fix it so that it does not roll around. Spread the igniter in the middle of the groove, then get the tip of the thick branch stuck in the groove and rub it back and forth along the 15 cm long notch. The book says that the best record of a strong New Guinean savage native was to drill wood for fire in 5 minutes. However, I didn't have the physical strength to maintain a high frequency of back and forth friction movements, and in the three months I spent with the frogs, my best time was about 10 minutes.

This time it was clearly not going to be my best result, and the fever and hunger greatly affected my physical strength. Fortunately, I was well prepared, and half an hour later, when my arms were so sore and numb that I could barely hold on, a wisp of white smoke rose from the groove, and a few sporadic sparks jumped out of the ignition material.

I was overjoyed, and I quickly blew gently like a blower, while trying to maintain the movement of my hand, and finally the igniter succeeded in burning. I hurriedly added the firewood that had been prepared. When the bonfire finally lit, I almost collapsed to the ground.

After resting for a while, I first set up a simple shelf, skewered the fat worms and turtle eggs, and roasted them on the fire. Then I didn't care if it was cooked or not, and I ate it all in one go.

The bugs tasted a bit like shrimp and the soft-shelled turtle eggs weren't undercooked, but that didn't stop them from being the best dinner I've ever had.

After eating some hot food, I finally felt a little stronger. I'm still weak, but at least I have enough strength to deal with the turtle. I used a stone knife to split it horizontally along the gap between the back shell and the bottom shell, and threw some of the entrails to Aunt Shan. Then wash it with water a little, and put the whole turtle on the fire with its back shell downward. After doing all this, the little thing and I, like two pugs, stood by the fire and watched.

I still remember the taste of that pot of home-made turtle soup without salt, and I don't think I'll ever forget it for the rest of my life.

I ate most of the meat, gave the little thing a small piece to quench my cravings, and poured most of the turtle soup into Spirit Bear's mouth. I also roasted Jiang An's internal organs and fed them to Aunt Shan, who still didn't eat much, but her appetite was a little better than last time.

At night, I dragged Spirit Bear to Aunt Shan's side and let her pill on Aunt Shan's stomach, while I held the little thing and leaned on Aunt Shan's chest. In front of us, the roaring bonfire continued to radiate light and heat, and I taught the little things to add firewood, and then agreed with her to take turns keeping vigil.

Not far away, in the woods, there were several shadowy shadows, about the size of a wolfdog. They didn't find Jiang An's remaining remains, and they seemed to be a little unwilling, and their green eyes stared at us for a while, but after all, they were caught in the bonfire and didn't come up.

Today I kept watch in the middle of the night, and with the warmth and comfort brought by the bonfire, the little thing in my arms fell asleep early. She seemed to have had some nightmare, and I felt the skin on my arms and chest shiver beneath her hair.

It occurred to me that witnessing the death of the Great Elder was also a big blow to the little things that were still young.

There have been so many things that have happened in the past two days, I feel like I have been pushed by waves of tides, and I can't help but be exhausted, and I haven't had time to think about what this happened to my friends.

And what does it mean for me?

Little frog, is it the one that people often talk about, the demon of heaven and earth of the Nuwa clan, Nuwa Niangniang?

I think of the yellow clod called the Nine Heavens Rest, the first human beings in this world, was she the one who created it?

It is used to commemorate the death of 6,000 years ago in Fenbao Rock...... Me?