area51novel Chapter 490: 487: A huge tail
Chapter 490: 487: A huge tail
Chapter 490: Chapter 487: A huge tail
Clay was not only used for making the walls, otherwise Bi Fang would not have gone to such lengths.
He also used clay to build a blast furnace, for iron smelting, which all required clay material.
Bi Fang inserted a stick and started to stir the clay and water, just like mixing cement, and soon a layer of gray water surfaced on top of the clay pit, accompanied by sand and silt.
“Has anyone washed gluten before? It’s when you wash the starch off the kneaded dough in water until you’re left with a sticky ball of gluten—our process is similar to washing gluten.”
After a while, Bi Fang scooped out the washed clay, drained the moisture, and successfully obtained a usable lump of clay.
Having removed all the clay, Bi Fang quickly ran into the woods and soon dragged out several thick vines, as thick as wrists, then he dragged the vines in circles around the shelter.
He did not connect the ends together, leaving a one-meter gap as an exit.
Next, Bi Fang used more vines to wrap around the pillars of the shelter roof, leaving a one-meter gap at the same spot for the entrance; once the vines were piled up to a meter high, a vine wall had formed.
But one layer on the outside was not enough. Bi Fang continued to
“Having the exit face east means that the sunlight streaming in at morning will wake you up. That will make you feel truly content, both physically and psychologically. Maintaining a cheerful mood is paramount in the wilderness.”
“Unless you’re in a desert or tundra, we cannot do anything at night; that’s the time when beasts hunt, which doesn’t align with human circadian rhythms.”
“If you’ve been watching my videos, you’d know that unless I’m making tools at night, I generally end the live stream and go to sleep before nine, adhering to the rule of ‘out at sunrise, in at sunset.’
In the wilderness, you must utilize the daylight hours as much as possible. There’s no entertainment at night and, given the conditions, you can only engage in simple activities.”
“If the exit were to face another direction, you would find yourself waking up later because the interior of the shelter would be dimmer. That would be an irrecoverable loss.”
Across the oceans, Peter nodded vigorously.
Many international viewers agreed.
The regular schedule Bi Fang followed led them to lead irregular lives themselves.
As for the domestic audience, they were experiencing a mix of pain and pleasure.
[To watch Old Fang’s live streams, I’ve actually taken on a regular sleeping schedule]
[Honestly, sleeping by nine and getting up at six, plus a nap of half an hour to forty-five minutes at noon, really keeps me energized all day]
[Me too, I’ve had to go to bed early and rise early just to catch the live streams]
[Staying up late really drains your vitality]
[It’s not so bad as long as you get enough sleep, it’s not considered staying up late]
“No,” Bi Fang shook his head. “Many people think that as long as they sleep enough, it doesn’t count as staying up late, but this is also wrong. Even if you sleep enough, but you sleep during the day and play at night, what you’re disrupting is your biological clock.”
The biological clock may seem mysterious, but it decidedly exists.
Disruption not only causes bodily fatigue and mental sluggishness, but more importantly, it endangers one’s health.
“Some might say the biological clock can be adjusted, but can you adjust the sunrise and sunset? Humans are diurnal creatures, just as bats are nocturnal. It’s determined by our genes and evolution, and no matter how you adjust, it cannot be changed—unless you stay in a completely sealed room all the time; otherwise, your biological clock will surely be messed up.”
[Awesome]
[Not watching anymore, it’s five-thirty, time for dinner]
[That early?]
“Is it that late already?” Bi Fang looked up and noticed that the sunlight had turned orange-red. He patted the dust off his hands and stood up. “Well then, shall we see how the wall is holding up?”
He went over to the wall and pinched the surface of the clay. It had started to harden, but given the high humidity of the rainforest, it would probably take some time to dry completely.
Fortunately, after checking, Bi Fang found that there were no large cracks in the wall, a sign that he had done a very good job. Essentially, this could be declared a successful wall.
“Time for dinner.”
Bi Fang scooped the fresh fish out of the water pool beside him. Yes, it was a pool.
The hole left from dumping clay had been emptied. Bi Fang dug it deeper, filled it with water, and used it as a pool to keep the live fish he had brought back.
So long as the basic problem of sustenance is solved, and there is a stable food source, life can get progressively better.
After scraping off the fish scales and removing the innards, Bi Fang wrapped the fish in tree leaves. He was about to take two fish into the shelter to cook when suddenly, a rustling noise came from the trees nearby.
In the exhibition hall, those who were about to leave now silently stopped in their tracks.
“Did you hear that noise just now?”
“What noise?”
“I didn’t catch it clearly… They all stayed, so I stayed too…”
“It sounds like something’s approaching, listen, it’s getting louder.”
As the sun neared dusk, Bi Fang silently moved and grabbed the wooden spear leaning against the wall.
The swishing of the leaves grew louder until, with a sudden rustle.
Out peeked a… no, a large tail revealed itself.