Sword and Magic and Taxi

After the wound was healed, the old ranger put down his backpack, took out a small leather pouch, pulled out the cork, and took a bite in his mouth. He mumbled something similar to a spell, and then sprayed it vigorously on Zhao Mai's body, one sip from the front, and another sip from the back.

The sprayed thing has a mint-like smell, which is not annoying. After making gestures and guessing, I finally figured out its usefulness. There are many mosquitoes in the woods at night. Although being bitten is not necessarily fatal, it is always inevitable to be sore and painful, and sometimes you will get sick because of it. The ranger in the forest has many methods to deal with this situation, and insect repellent is the most convenient one.

Neither man was carrying a tent, so the chimera's skin was used as canvas. With the help of the horizontal branches between two trees, and then pressing one side with a heavy backpack, a simple rain shelter is completed. Raise a small fire, first heat the ground with the fire, and then spread a layer of leaves that Zhao Mai has never seen before. This is where they rest at night.

Dinner is still roast pork, no salt or seasoning. Carl ate very carefully. He took a dagger to clean the corners of the meat, and then roasted the bones in the fire to grind his teeth after they were crispy. It could just be Karl's quirk, but it could also be a Ranger custom. Since you are accepting the protection of the other party, you should do as you please, and do as the Romans do. Zhao Mai also followed suit, gnawing on the bones as if they had been ransacked by a colony of termites.

The woods soon became pitch black, and sight was not as sharp as touch any more than twenty feet from the fire. Darkness does not mean tranquility, all kinds of insects around are mixed with the sound of wind blowing leaves, without stopping for a moment. Zhao Mai was nervous, and felt footsteps approaching several times, and seemed to see pairs of green beast eyes. But the old god Karl was there, with a relaxed look, he could only suppress his fear, and also put on a confident expression.

The old man saw that he was pretending to be calm, and smiled at him, Don't worry, it's safe here. Seeing Mike bewildered, You Xia pointed to the thick Ci Hai, Indicate that he should learn the language as soon as possible.

Zhao Mai thought so too. By the light of the fire, he began to read and study as hard as he could. Because he chose to rest early, Carl was not too sleepy, so he sat side by side with Zhao Mai, pointed to the text in the book and read aloud, and then used words to form sentences, so that he could learn the most basic sentence patterns and grammar first.

Using this method of communication, he assigned a task to Zhao Mai: when reading a book, throw in a little branch every once in a while to keep the bonfire burning. Before going to bed, clean the branches and leaves around the fire again to avoid causing a fire.

After speaking, he put on his cloak, closed his eyes and fell asleep. Zhao Mai looked at it for a while, and always felt that he slept very lightly, as if he could wake up at the slightest disturbance. When I went back to my hometown when I was a child, the watchdog at home was like this. The old man said that this is called alertness and light sleep. The effect of rest is not as good as that of deep sleep, but it can save his life at critical moments.

It is said that Zhang Fei was in a light sleep with his eyes open during the Three Kingdoms period. He drank too much the night he was beheaded, and fell into a deep sleep. He lost his vigilance and let the thief succeed.

Zhao Mai didn't want to disturb him, so he closed his mouth and read the book, and even became cautious when adding firewood every once in a while. It was pitch black, and the time displayed on the phone was thirty times slower, making it unusable as a clock. However, based on his biological clock, he estimated that it should have passed nine o'clock in the evening.

Zhao Mai is a nocturnal creature, usually sleeping during the day. As a result, at the end of the day, in addition to traveling, working, and running in the forest, I just kept learning and concentrated my attention. According to common sense, he should be sleepy now, but he only has very little sleepiness, and feels that he can hold on for a long time.

When the time on the mobile phone showed nine o'clock in the daytime, it was already midnight in Kangjian Forest. Zhao Mai felt that it would look strange if he didn't sleep anymore, so he cleaned up the bonfire, squeezed under the Chimera tent and closed his eyes. He fell asleep quickly, and Carl was awakened by a soft snoring.

The old man looked at the sky, scanned the camp by the light of the fire, and then smiled with satisfaction. He found that Zhao Mai was sleeping with his clothes on, and there was no quilt or anything like that, so he covered his cloak and leaned against a tree to rest with his weapon in his arms.

Before dawn, the old man was busy. He could no longer eat pure pork for breakfast. It was enough to tear off some pork and cook it in porridge. The porridge is made from a mixture of oats, rice and several kinds of beans. It tastes very fragrant, and Zhao Mai was awakened when the pot was just opened.

The old man took out a paper bag and carefully opened it in the palm of his hand. Zhao Mai probed his head and looked over, and found some coarse salt in it. The unpurified salt is yellowish-brown crystals, and the salt in Carl's hand still has some soil particles in one corner. Zhao Mai had heard of this thing, but had never seen it, so he stretched out his fingers to grab a little. Carl also flinched back, rolling his eyes twice before handing them back again.

He wiped it with his fingers and tasted it, but he didn't find any taste, so Zhao Mai picked it up and tasted it. In addition to the salty fishy smell, it also contained all kinds of messy smells, and he swore that he also tasted some chemicals. Picking up the skin bag filled with lake water, Zhao Mai punched his tongue vigorously, and spit it out, desperately unwilling to let Karl put this salt into the porridge.

To him, it wasn't salt at all, but a poison. Although this thing is far less harmful than gutter oil and Sudan red, it is enough to destroy all Zhao Mai's longing for a bowl of fragrant porridge. If you can persist without eating salt for a day or two, if you have the opportunity to try to filter and purify some edible salt yourself.

Seeing that Zhao Mai reacted so strongly, Karl no longer insisted on adding salt. After a day of getting along, he already regards Zhao Mai as a kind and fragile junior, who can take care of him in some aspects. This is the smartest young man he has ever seen, and he is studious and has a bright future. But he didn't believe Zhao Mai's statement that salt can be eaten, and he thought it was a misunderstanding caused by a wrong word and sentence.

Now that he knew that the salt here was scarce and unpalatable, Zhao Mai decided to make some good salt. There is no gauze needed for filtering, and the cotton T-shirt on my body is barely usable. Charcoal was needed to absorb toxins, so he found some substitutes in the campfire. I can't do my best by myself, but it's absolutely fine to raise the level of salt.

The iron pot is used to cook porridge, so it can't be used to boil salt for a while. Zhao Mai asked Karl and learned that there was a piece of rock salt near his residence, and nearby animals often went there to kill. That being the case, let's check the situation first before doing anything, maybe the ranger's residence has better tools.

Always let the ranger take care of him, this time he should show his skills. With such longing, Zhao Mai trotted all the way to follow the ranger, walking quickly through the forest. He never idled his legs and mouth along the way, whether it was the fake version of Linbu or the common language, he was making rapid progress.