Chapter 49 Freeloading Food and Drinks

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After taking a few sips of water, Bi Fang stuffed some snow into his water bottle and continued to tuck it into his coat. He glanced at the sun’s direction and made a rough estimate.

“In cold regions, we burn more calories, which means we need more food. If we can’t find food in time, it could be very dangerous.”

“It’s about two o’clock in the afternoon now. I set out at nine in the morning and have been walking for nearly five hours, so I want to try to look for some food.”

Seeing Bi Fang on the hunt for food, many long-term fans got excited. Last time, they had seen him catch a rabbit. What would he catch this time?

[But I only see snow. Forget rabbits, I can’t even see insects.]

[Didn’t you say before that the Khingan Range is rich in resources?]

[But isn’t that in the summer? It’s all snow now, where can you find food? Are you going to eat tree bark?]

“Not necessarily. The potential of life is infinite. Even in the colder Arctic, there is still a robust food chain that supports top predators like polar bears, let alone the Khingan Range, which at least is still a forest.”

Gasping for breath, Bi Fang climbed to the top of a hill, looking into the distance. Finally, after searching, he saw some unusual colors in the white world.

It was an enticing cluster of bright colors, nestled on the branches of uneven shrubs, wrapped and pressed by thick snow, but always managing to stubbornly lift a corner of the snowy blanket, using the bitter cold and the snow as a foil to highlight the translucent beauty of their red agate-like berries.

Bi Fang strode forward, kicking up puffs of white snow as he went. He ran straight to the shrub and plucked a handful to stuff into his mouth. The viewers in front of the screen couldn’t make it out and thought Bi Fang was eating leaves, which gave them a fright.

[Damn, what’s that? Just eating it directly, aren’t you afraid it’s poisonous?] [Has Master Fang become so desperate that he’s started eating grass?] [Seriously, what if he gets sick?]

[I feel for Master Fang, it always seems so heartbreaking watching the live streams. Sending some meatballs to the streamer.]

[Valley of a Thousand Flowers presents the streamer with meatballs*ioo—Why not send some takeout?]

[Lord Mu presents the streamer with Big Bone*100—Every time it gets to this,

I know it’s time to send gifts again.)

[I see what’s going on here, the streamer just wants to scam us for some free eats and drinks (sarcastic)!]

On the other side, Bi Fang, who was mistaken for eating grass, had only chewed a few bites before donning a mask of pain, his features wrinkling together. “Huo, this is way too sour!”

Enduring the sour bitterness, Bi Fang swallowed all the berries in his mouth. Fighting the urge to vomit, he pulled out the item he was eating from the shrub and showed it to everyone.

“I’m not crazy with hunger eating grass. What I’m eating is the fruit of this plant, North Country red beans.”

Under the camera, Bi Fang pulled a cluster of berries from the shrub, cleared them in his hand, and showed them in his palm. These berries were no larger than soybeans, bright red, and looked like a red version of blueberries.

“These berries, known to the local Oroqen people as Yagda, are reddened en masse and very plentiful when ripe. Yagda has a strong vitality, tolerates poor soil, and is suitable for growth in cold regions.”

“Yagda contains a large amount of vitamins, amino acids, and plant alkaloids. It’s highly nutritious and has a clear health effect. Consuming it regularly can also alleviate neural fatigue.”

“However, I only found this small cluster here, and the quantity isn’t much. Moreover, the taste is terrible, extremely sour, but I still need to pick them all. Remember, in Wilderness Survivalist, taste is a luxury. Surviving is our only goal!”

As Bi Fang spoke, he picked the red berries and put them into his backpack.

[Feels like this streamer is more professional than the Shark guy.]

[You’re just realizing this? Master Fang is absolutely master class in Wilderness Survivalist!]

“Exactly, Lu Wentao is just a plagiarizing clown. There can’t really be people watching his live stream, right? It looks so fake.”

“Some people were shouting about how awesome Lu Wentao was just a moment ago. Where have they all gone now?”

“All hired fans, but Master Fang’s strength was too overwhelming, just washing them away.”

“Oroqen, why does it feel like Master Fang mentioned that before?”

“It seems some viewers have a good memory, but last time I mentioned the Ewenki, not the Oroqen. Although these two ethnic groups are quite similar, they are different. The Oroqen are a hunting people, while the Ewenki mainly transitioned from nomadic to settled life and are engaged in pastoralism.” “Both are indigenous residents living in the Khingan Range, but nowadays, they are rarely seen, as they’ve mostly moved out of the mountains to live in towns.”

“It feels like Master Fang really knows a lot, knowledgeable about everything.” “That’s not exactly true,” Bi Fang scratched his head, “Everyone has their own field of expertise. If you ask me about programming architecture, then I would be totally clueless.”

The shrubbery was not large, and all the fruit that was picked was not even enough to fill a water bottle, but it was enough to last a day.

After replenishing his food supply and having traveled a bit more, Bi Fang suddenly stopped, covered his forehead with his hand, and looked up at the sun, noticing it had already started to shift westward.

“It’s getting late, I estimate that in another two hours it might get dark, and just like I said in Qinling, darkness falls very quickly in the mountains.”

“It’s mid-October now, and even at the warmest part of the day, Mohe’s temperature is below zero degrees. Once it gets dark and we lose the sunlight, I estimate the temperature might drop to minus fifteen or even minus twenty degrees! Therefore, building a campsite is an extremely challenging task.” “Wow, it hardly ever goes below ten degrees below zero all year round here…” “Minus twenty degrees? Is that even a place for humans to stay?”

“Bro, have you never been to Heilonghe? It’s very common for us to have minus twenty degrees in the winter here, but we have central heating. I don’t know what the host is going to do. At minus twenty degrees, you could freeze your ears off.”

“Does the host have a tent?”

“No, but I’ve seen videos from B Island. Is he going to build a lean-to?”

“I doubt a lean-to is going to be any good. It’s so cold, could it be effective?”

“No use, and at this temperature, it’s very easy for body tissues to get freeze­damaged.”

Through the drone, viewers could only see a world wrapped in white, completely unable to imagine how to survive the upcoming bitterly cold night. They all felt anxious for Bi Fang.

Confronted with the viewers’ doubts, Bi Fang shook his head.

If it were in a forest or rainforest, building a lean-to would naturally be more than adequate, but this is Mohe, and a small lean-to simply cannot withstand the bitter cold.

“Does anyone know about the Eskimo? Eskimos live in the Arctic, facing even more severe cold than in Mohe. Even though their bodies and metabolism have adapted to such extreme conditions, their way of life is still very worth learning from, namely igloo construction!”

“This is a kind of shelter built out of snow, with excellent windproofing and ability to keep out the cold.”

“To build an igloo, you need to find the right place. Not only does the snow need to be firm, but it must also be at least six feet deep, and ideally, there should be a steep slope, like a snowdrift. Of course, this is provided there is no danger of an avalanche.”

“The reason I stopped here is because this spot meets our requirements perfectly.”

Bi Fang pointed at the snow in front of him and gave it a pat. The snow didn’t budge an inch.

This was an excellent place to build an igloo!