Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

Disguised Chapter

The sea was very calm, emitting a warm yellow sunlight that made the shores shine brightly.

The waves crashed in, leaving behind white foam.

Bi Fang’s palms were very slender. Though calloused and rough, they appeared clean and attractive. Now, these hands were clutching a stick, rubbing it incessantly against another piece of wood, producing a large amount of sawdust from the friction.

After failing at Fire-Making by Wood-Drilling, this was the second method Bi Fang had resorted to—shaving fire-making. It’s the simplest method and one that entirely relied on the user’s arm strength, using a sharpened stick to rub up and down in a groove on a wooden board.

In the bottom of the groove, some very fine sawdust would appear. This sawdust would accumulate more and more, and once the temperature reached a certain level, it would ignite.

The continuous motion caused Bi Fang’s nose to bead with sweat. He didn’t dare to wipe it off, afraid that any slight distraction might cause the gathered heat to dissipate once more.

He had been rubbing for more than ten minutes, his whole body was overheating, and he even took off one layer of his jacket.

On the island, the choice of plants was too limited, without materials of the suitable softness or hardness. The trees were generally too hard, which was not ideal for making fire. Bi Fang could only pick the best among the poor options, choosing some reluctantly suitable materials.

Now at the center of the island, he tightly clamped the wooden board between his legs to prevent it from wobbling during friction and to keep the sawdust in the groove from scattering. Once scattered, it essentially meant all his previous efforts were wasted.

A few more minutes passed, and the audience was on edge, but Bi Fang remained calm, maintaining a steady rhythm of rubbing. Shaving fire-making was an extremely strenuous process, but its advantage lay in its stability. The technique involved not only friction skills but also a good mindset.

Over the past half-year, Bi Fang, having lived mostly outdoors, had come to understand this principle well.

Finally, the heat passed through the wooden board to the skin on Bi Fang’s legs, which invigorated him, and he quickened the pace of rubbing—the time to strike while the iron was hot had come.

Here it comes!

With the emergence of faint white smoke, the audience perked up, almost wishing they could replace Bi Fang to puff the smoke and hasten its rise.

Watching the host make a fire was like watching a gamer obtaining equipment; although the process was repetitive, the moment the desired item finally dropped, the sense of satisfaction was monumental!

With smoke, the rest became much simpler. The wood groove gradually darkened, and the audience could visibly see the finest sawdust threads starting to glow red and vanish. Now just one step away, the actual flames were about to be born.

First, the finest fibers gradually disappeared, followed by the slightly coarser ones, and finally, large clumps of sawdust began to glow red and drift away.

Success!

Seeing this, Bi Fang was not the least bit panicked. He quickly put down the stick and fashioned a bird’s nest shape out of tree bark treated as tinder, placing it above and blowing slowly and deeply, allowing the air to fully contact the ember.

Light smoke turned to thin smoke, thin smoke to thick smoke, and thick smoke changed from white to yellow.

Sparks scattered, and a small flame emerged from the dense smoke, flickering freely, captivating onlookers.

“Finally it’s lit!”

Bi Fang wiped the sweat beads off his forehead, flicking them to the side. After struggling for more than half an hour, he finally managed to produce a flame—it wasn’t easy.

[Shaving fire-making, got √]

[giaogiaogiao, we have fire! It lit up!]

[Spread the word, call out loud, he’s a role model for us all!]

[Grilled seafood time?]

[Grilled seafood, I’m suddenly hungry, what to do?]

Watching the flickering flame, Bi Fang’s sense of achievement skyrocketed—it was the fruit of his half-hour’s labor.

“Ancient people relied on these primitive methods of making fire for survival. There’s a special feeling when you learn this ancient skill, especially when you finally get your first spark after putting in so much effort. Even after starting fires countless times, you still feel a special sense of accomplishment.”

[Going to make fire by wood-drilling in the mountains right now.]

[Set a fire and burn the mountain, and you’ll end up sitting through your prison term!]

[Then why can the streamer do it?]

“Don’t copy me; I have a forestry permit. You can’t generalize about people,” Bi Fang said with a laugh, shaking his head. He was really afraid that some foolish netizens would imitate him.

Once he had fire, the rest was easy. Bi Fang processed the mackerel a bit, skewered it on a stick, and placed it over the fire to smoke.

In wilderness survival, fat is justice. Any food high in fat is favored by Bi Fang, and mackerel is among the best. Unlike sesame mackerel, the fat content of Atlantic mackerel is rich. Without any added oil, even simple grilling brings out a sheen. Especially during the fat-accumulating winter season, it is incredibly succulent and not to be missed.

Watching the fish slowly change color and start to sizzle under the high heat, the fragrance aggressively made its way into his nostrils, making Bi Fang involuntarily swallow.

How does that saying go again? Grilling may not be healthy, but it sure is delicious!

After eating raw food for several days, Bi Fang watched the mackerel’s skin crisp up. Without waiting for it to cook thoroughly, he couldn’t resist tearing off a piece of the crispy skin and hurriedly putting it in his mouth, regardless of the heat.

The intense heat, along with the distinctive salty flavor left after the seawater evaporated, exploded on Bi Fang’s taste buds like a gastronomic bomb!

“Ha!”

Bi Fang opened his mouth, and a cloud of white steam erupted from it as he hastily chewed a few times, then swallowed eagerly, feeling the scorching sensation slide down his throat.

“Delicious!”

[Mom, that looks so good, it’s like grilled saury!]

[I can even hear the crunchiness of the fish skin, just like a biscuit.]

[Grilled fish skin, yyds!]

[Old Fang knows how to enjoy life.]

Bi Fang laughed. After tasting the deliciousness, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He finished eating the rest of the fish skin bit by bit. His physical exertion had been huge from the night before until today, and he urgently needed to eat.

Therefore, as soon as the surface layer was cooked, Bi Fang ate up the fish flesh completely. For this, he even fashioned a pair of thin tree sticks into chopsticks. It was truly satisfying.

After a week of exhaustion, a meal of charcoal-grilled seafood was worthy of celebration.

By the time the fish was thoroughly cooked, the entire fish was almost gone, even the bones. Bi Fang didn’t waste them; after grilling them until they were crisp, he crunched them down like biscuits.

A whole fish filled his belly, barely satisfying his hunger.

Energy Boost +10

Patting his belly, Bi Fang laid down on the beach to digest his food, the warm sunshine shining on his slightly tanned face, making it even more comfortable.

[Deserted island ×, holiday resort √]

[Eat well, drink well, sunbathe… I’m envious of this life.]

[Releasing toxins in the middle of the night, such unbearable stench!]

[Uh, middle of the night? Buddy, where are you from? So much time difference? It’s only afternoon here.]

[Hawaii]

[Laozi’s mother threw a question mark with the back of her hand??]

[What the hell is “Ha, the one”? You think you’re on vacation or something? Does saying that sit right with your conscience?]

[Left behind the tears of poverty]

Bi Fang had been lying on the shore for quite a while, basking in the sunlight and sand, listening to the successive waves crashing and feeling comfortably relaxed. However, he hadn’t forgotten his mission; surviving twenty-one days on a desert island wasn’t something he could win just by lying around.

The island was too small , providing no food from animals other than plants; one of the two big fish had been eaten, the Hairfin Anchovy couldn’t be eaten and had to be saved for bait, meaning Bi Fang’s food supply was down to just one Squid and a fish, which made him anxious again.

No grain in hand, and a heart full of worry.

With that thought, Bi Fang jolted upright, scratched his head, and continued walking around the island. Picking things up on the beach was important, as sometimes you could find some very unexpected items.

Plus, as an adventurer with aspirations, staying on a tiny island forever was not an option.

If it were a bigger island, Bi Fang would have stayed, passing the remaining days without worry. But it was doubtful whether this island was even two hundred square meters; at most, Bi Fang considered it a temporary base. He much preferred to find a mainland—only then would he truly be “Riding the Wind and Waves.”

There was no doubt that the evaluation for the task would be higher.

With previous experiences, Bi Fang had already figured out the System’s intention: it expected him to take proactive actions. If he just scraped by in every task, it would undoubtedly be problematic, severely affecting his pace of becoming stronger. He was a man who aspired to climb Mount Everest!

For the coming ten-odd days, Bi Fang knew he had to prepare thoroughly, using up everything he could on the island, starting with releasing the Squid ink sac.

The Squid’s head could store ink, but it wasn’t a long-term solution and the ink could easily disperse; Bi Fang needed a plastic bottle. In places like this island, it was very likely to find marine debris stranded.

Especially plastic waste, which lasts for decades or even centuries. In a previous life, many people watched Bear Grylls and Grandpa De’s videos and often suspected that the plastics they easily found were planted, but in fact, they were not.

Plastic trash was already everywhere in the ocean.

Bi Fang shook his head slightly, and after carefully exploring the entire island with his thoughts, he did indeed find two plastic bottles—common soda bottles. For caution’s sake, it was necessary to wash them thoroughly in seawater before filling them with ink.

Some ink remained stuck in the Squid’s head, so Bi Fang added some seawater and poured it all in together.

Eatable Squid +1

With a bit more food stored, Bi Fang felt slightly comforted, but an even more important task awaited him—building a raft!

Building a raft?

The audience, hearing this idea, were stunned.

[Why does he need to build a raft? Is Old Fang going to drift again?]

“Exactly,” Bi Fang nodded, “I hope to find a real continent, not just linger on this little island that’s smaller than a villa’s land area.”

[Not at all surprised, I’m used to it by now. Even if Old Fang tells me he’s going to wrestle a Whale, I’d think, just this?]

[I’m familiar with the routine lol.]

[Charge, motherfucker!]

[giaogiaogiao, Master Fang is explosively awesome!]

“The life raft is simply too unstable. A small puncture and I’d be facing the peril of sinking. It really doesn’t give me a sense of security,” Bi Fang said, pointing to the life raft not far away. Many viewers nodded in agreement; indeed, it’s not just about encountering a Shark— even a slightly bigger fish taking a bite could risk deflating the raft, resulting in complete doom with no recourse.

But a raft is different; a good raft can effectively drift on the ocean, even if it encounters slightly bigger Sharks, there’s no problem. Reality isn’t like the movies; the Great White Sharks seen in movies don’t exist in reality. Most of them just take a bite to taste and leave if it’s not to their liking. What the life raft fears is precisely that one bite.

“Building a raft for ocean drifting relies on the materials available at hand, the conditions of the waters you intend to drift in, and the duration you plan to be adrift.

There is no set rule to follow here; use your common sense, good binding skills, and anything that can produce buoyancy, and you can create a pretty decent raft.”

“For this, we need to collect a sufficient number of logs or bamboo, approximately of equal length, and arrange them on the ground in the shape of the raft.

Carve a notch at both ends of each log or bamboo, one meter from the ends, and stack them on top of each other. This will create a certain ‘pressure’ between them.

If you’re using bamboo, you can drill holes in each piece to replace the notches. Thread the bamboos through the holes, ensuring they are tied tightly together.”

Bi Fang squatted on the ground and began picking up stones. The resources on the island were these twenty-three big trees. He didn’t need that many, the trees were all very tall, the main stem of one could be cut into four to five sections, and there still would be many thinner branches that could be used, probably about five trees would be enough.

If he cut them all down, it wasn’t certain whether trees could still grow on the island anymore, without big trees to block the sea breeze, it would be difficult for saplings to grow, but five wouldn’t cause an impact.

However, even though it wouldn’t cause an impact, Bi Fang still silently apologized in his heart for the offense; he had to cut down the trees for the sake of the raft-making plan.

[How are you going to chop trees, with a stone axe?]

[This stone doesn’t seem as good as flint, just the ordinary kind.]

“It’s quite ordinary, but it’s enough, and I don’t plan to make a stone axe.”

Bi Fang tossed the stone in his hand. Stone axes are not reliable and are hard to sharpen. Since the tree is thick, once it’s sharpened and chopped on, it’s likely to break. But a blunt stone axe wouldn’t chop anything, so he planned to use a chisel to break the large trees.

All that’s needed is a stone chisel and a stone hammer. Both are very easy to make. Bark fibers are abundant and can be twisted into rope, and then a stone can be tied to one end of a tree stick to make a stone hammer.

“However, for added firmness, we need to process it a bit. First, we split one end of the tree stick, and then we jam the stone inside it, which makes it much firmer after it’s tied.”

Bi Fang set the tree stick upright, pointed a sharp stone at one end, tapped the stone against the tail of the chisel, and the stick split upon impact. He pried open the crack, jammed the stone inside, and then tied it up with rope, creating a high-quality stone hammer.

Swinging it around twice, Bi Fang nodded in satisfaction, finding it very handy.

[Seeing Old Fang with a weapon in hand gives me peace of mind.]

[Top-tier lumberjack online!]

[Charge, charge, charge!]

With tools at hand, the major task of tree-felling officially began. Bi Fang first marked out a line at the base of the tree, then ground out a pit that could hold the chisel steady. Once it was secure, he stood up, made a couple of positioning taps, and then raised the stone hammer, smashing it down hard on the end of the chisel!

The previously unstable chisel instantly penetrated the tree about a centimeter deep, becoming exceptionally firm.

It seemed effective.

Bi Fang nodded, his stone hammer swung more vigorously, whipping up a wind with each stroke. When the chisel was embedded halfway, he grasped it and shook it out from side to side, pulling it out.

“When chopping trees this way, remember not to hammer the chisel deeper than half its length, or you’ll have a hard time pulling it out. About a small half is enough; then we switch to the other side and repeat the process a few times, and the tree can be broken.”

Bi Fang shifted his angle slightly, inserted the chisel into the crack, and began to swing the stone hammer methodically. Soon, the base of the tree was completely torn, and the whole tree started to wobble. He gave it a kick, and it broke off completely.

The sound of the wood stalk breaking echoed, and the tall tree slowly fell to the ground, shaking the whole island.

Seeing the fallen tree at his feet, the audience was amazed; was the efficiency really that high?

Bi Fang wiped the sweat off his brow and moved on to the second tree.

All afternoon, the audience watched Bi Fang cutting down trees, each falling tree shaking the entire island.