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I haven’t finished writing yet, brothers, just reserving a spot.

I’ll make changes before 1 a.m.

The best containers in the wild are animal furs or stomachs, which have ample toughness and elasticity. They are great choices whether for holding water or other things.

The only problem is, it’s not easy to obtain these materials—at least Bi Fang hadn’t even seen a shadow of an animal large enough for hunting.

Instead, trees turned out to be better materials.

Bi Fang climbed up a huge tree by its massive buttress roots, cut off a branch with his Stone Axe, then slid down the flank, returning to the ground as if on a slide.

It just made his behind a bit sore.

The entire giant tree was of unknown height, but its root system was visibly massive underground, like the Pyramids supporting the enormous canopy. Many viewers from the north were amazed at such giant trees.

This is one of the most distinctive characteristics of the tropical rainforest trees—the buttress roots.

“In the tropical rainforest, there is a huge variety of species, so the competition for space and resources is intense. The plant root system plays a role in absorbing water and nutrients and is the ‘main force’ in the competition for resources.”

“Because the topsoil is fertile, the competition among plant root systems is more intense the closer to the ground.”

Bi Fang returned to the ground, picked up the branch he had dropped, and carried it back to the camp.

“Due to the fierce competition, plants’ root systems have undergone crazy growth, similar to an arms race. The bigger and thicker that reach deeper into the fertile soil, the better they can live.”

“Additionally, the trees in the tropical rainforest are tall, and their weight is also significant. To support the canopy and expand their territory, trees rely on strong root systems for support.”

Some of the larger buttress roots of the gigantic trees could be over ten meters high and extend more than ten meters wide, forming huge flanks that are quite spectacular. The one that Bi Fang had just climbed up to use as a slide was no exception.

[Following Old Fang allows us to see so much stuff.]

[Yeah, I’ve grown up without knowing the rainforest could be so magnificent and so dangerous.]

[Alas, I don’t have the skills like Old Fang, can’t learn it.]

[The club welcomes your application.]

[Here I go, throwing away money.]

Bi Fang placed the branch on the ground, twirled the Stone Axe in his hand, grasped it tightly, and then swung it down hard on the branch.

“When chopping, don’t let the force be directed towards your body, try to avoid it. Even a good knife handler could stumble on this.”

Bi Fang spread his legs apart, with his toes pressing on the branch, and swung the Stone Axe towards the space between his legs so even if it slipped, it wouldn’t hurt him.

In the rainforest, a wound could become smelly in hours and rot within half a day, which could be fatal.

Bi Fang chopped down several sections of the originally arm-thick branch, each about as long as a forearm. He picked up a piece and sat beside the burning campfire.

“I want to try to make a set of wooden bowls and utensils. This should make it convenient for us to eat, and it’ll allow us to try a richer variety of ways of cooking, such as steaming or boiling. We can quickly make wooden bowls and spoons using fire, just by placing charcoal on the wood and controlling the flames.”

Bi Fang held a log about thirty centimeters long in his hand, stood it upright, and then forcefully split it in two.

Unfortunately, either the Stone Axe was too fragile, or the log was too hard—it didn’t miss on its first strike and instead shattered a small piece off of the Stone Axe.

This forced Bi Fang to change his approach. He found a sharp stone flake to use as a wedge and hammered its back with a Tree Stick, driving it bit by bit until he successfully split the log in two.

Bi Fang stirred the campfire with a tree stick, picked out a glowing piece of charcoal, and placed it in the center of a flat surface. Carefully blowing on the charcoal, he allowed it to slowly burn the wood, quickly creating charcoal dust that sank to the bottom.

With twigs, Bi Fang controlled the direction of the burning charcoal, quickly burning a hole into the wood.

“If you find the burning too close to the edges or bottom, just place some sand or soil on those areas to stop the charcoal from burning further. If you want to slow down the burn rate, you can scrape off the charred surface of the wood.”

“If you want to accelerate the burning, you can use hollow stems like Ligustrum, reeds, or bamboo, or even animal tracheas to blow on the charcoal.”

In his hands, Bi Fang held a pointed stone, used to guide the direction and scrape off the surface layer.

These stone tools weren’t just picked up from the roadside, but were chipped away with other stones, using the old method of big hitting small to facilitate work.

In less than ten minutes, most of the log had been burned away. Bi Fang dumped the charcoal back into the fire, scraped off the surface with a chisel, and smoothed it out.

A semi-circular bowl appeared.

The audience was amazed, but many scratched their heads.

[Why not just use bamboo, scratching_head.jpg]

[Ah, yes, couldn’t you just split it in half and use it directly?]

[Did Master Fang forget?]

[No, he used it in the shelter he built, didn’t he?]

[I feel like he forgot since there’s not a single bamboo stick nearby, lol]

…

After a moment of silence, Bi Fang explained, “I’m just demonstrating a technique; after all, not all rainforests have bamboo. Most primeval rainforests are abroad. What I seek is a method with greater universality.”

Oh, so that was it. Not because he had forgotten.

The audience suddenly understood and expressed agreement that the reasoning was sound and convincing, truly worthy of Master Fang.

Forgetting the unpleasantness of the moment, Bi Fang showed the bowl to everyone. Thirty centimeters of the round wood had been hollowed out, leaving only about one centimeter of thickness, with a substantial capacity.

“After the burning is complete, the bowl can be used directly. If you scrape clean the burnt surface completely and polish the bowl with sand, it will be perfect. The food in it will taste even better. However, I don’t have the conditions for that.”

“Creating spoons works on the same principle as making bowls; after burning is complete, shape it to a suitable size for holding rice. Woodware tends to absorb small particles, so it’s best to place them over a fire after use to sterilize them.”

Having done this, Bi Fang didn’t stop.

He began crafting a larger container, a bark frame.

“Many species are suitable for making bark containers, such as birch, cedar, and elm. Try to use bark that’s already fallen or about to fall off.”

“If you must use bark from a living tree, don’t cut more than one-third of its circumference to ensure the tree can continue to live.”

“For best results, we should first soak the bark in water for a few hours.”

Making a bark basket is relatively easy and can hold many things, such as tools or edible plants. Bi Fang had previously picked off a piece of bark.

The tree was so large it would take two or three people to hug it, so even one-third or one-quarter would make a sizable bark frame.

The camp wasn’t far from the creek, a round trip taking only about fifteen minutes by foot.

Bi Fang made a hole in the bark, threaded it with a vine, and dropped it directly into the stream. Then he took a detour, relied on the direction in his memory, and returned to the bamboo forest where he had encountered the Bamboo Viper. He found a thick bamboo and chopped it down.

He cut three sections along the bamboo nodes, went back to the camp, and burnt two small holes with charcoal fire. After emptying the water inside the bamboo, Bi Fang strung it up with a rope. Now, he had a sealed container that could hold water.

“Often, people use the clear water inside bamboo to hydrate themselves. Although that is possible, people who are not accustomed to living in the wilderness can easily get stomach upset.”

[Why is he using bamboo again now?]

[I still suspect that Master Fang just forgot, the evidence is ironclad]

“Just now, I was demonstrating a skill, now it’s about convenience,” Bi Fang stated with conviction.

[Ah yes, yes, yes]

[We’ll believe whatever you say]

[Hehe]

While waiting for the bark to soak, Bi Fang returned to the bamboo forest.

“Finding a bamboo forest in the rainforest, the easiest food to look for is of course bamboo shoots. It’s June now, a bit late, and there aren’t as many shoots as there were in May, but they can still be considered spring shoots. If I can find a few, and if the traps I set earlier have caught some fish, then we can wrap up today with a feast.”

Bi Fang carefully proceeded through the bamboo forest, certainly not forgetting his previous encounter with the Bamboo Viper, which tends to live in groups.

Finding one on a bamboo means there could be a whole bunch more in this forest.

Plus, with the extremely similar coloration all around, Bi Fang moved forward very cautiously, scanning his surroundings several times before daring to proceed.

Even the audience was now quiet because it was rather frightening. The mimicry of the Bamboo Viper clearly gave them the disadvantage—being bitten would be a serious matter.

In the narrow bamboo forest, many shoots had sprouted, towering and breaking through the soil, brazenly displaying their vitality.

But could they be eaten?

The audience was puzzled as to why Bi Fang wasn’t digging them up.

Because, regrettably, they couldn’t be eaten.

“Digging for shoots is actually a skillful task and not as simple as everyone imagines. The most tender are the spring shoots that have just peeked out or not surfaced yet, about two to three centimeters above the ground. Any more and the shoots will appear old and hard. Those that are conspicuously visible are completely inedible, so finding spring shoots is not an easy task.”

“When digging for shoots, pay attention to the soil. If the soil is loose and slightly raised, there’s a good chance that there’s a new shoot underneath.”

Bi Fang, with his tree stick in hand, prodded around everywhere, “An experienced person can tell from the cracks in the soil if there’s a shoot beneath. Especially if the fissure is large, after digging once and seeing nothing, and only a little of the shoot is visible on the second dig—that’s when you know it’s the most delicious.”

After searching for quite a while, Bi Fang indeed found some success in a crack with shoots that had yet to surface. He squatted down and began to pry the soil.

“Digging for shoots also requires a certain level of experience. An experienced person can judge by the size of the visible part how big the shoot is, its direction, and where to dig to lift it out with one dig.”

“Those without experience might not dig at all, attempting to pull it out with their hands, but it’s hard to budge because even the tenderest shoot is actually quite big and deeply buried in the soil. Generally, loess soil, particularly on sloped ground, is the easiest place to find and dig up shoots.”

Unfortunately, Bi Fang didn’t have a hoe, so he could only dig around the soil and then pull it out with his hands.

“See, if you see a shoot that has just penetrated the soil and is yellow, it’s very tender. But if the tip is black, it’s quite old. If only a tiny bit of the tip is sticking out, don’t bother digging; it’s most likely woody already, and you won’t be able to chew or digest it.”

After much effort, Bi Fang finally unearthed the bamboo shoot buried deep in the soil and simply tied it with a vine, securing it on his back.

Over the next few hours, he continued this process, and he really did come across a Bamboo Viper, but unfortunately this time Bi Fang wasn’t so lucky.

It was a very timid venomous snake, and it darted away at a great speed before Bi Fang could even get close, allowing the audience to finally see just how fast a Bamboo Viper could move through the trees.

With nearly instantaneous flashes, it disappeared from sight, enough to startle anyone if they weren’t paying attention.

Luckily, by around three or four in the afternoon, Bi Fang had dug up a total of eight large bamboo shoots, which would last for several meals even after peeling off the outer layers.

With such a haul, Bi Fang headed back to the riverbank. By now, the bark should have been properly soaked. Along the way, he checked his traps, which were disappointingly empty.

This made Bi Fang’s joy of the spoils slightly diminish, and he could only now pin his hopes on the fishing ground.

At the water’s edge, Bi Fang scooped up the tree bark, shook off the water, rolled it into a cylindrical shape as thick as a bucket made of pure water, big enough to hold quite a few goods. He covered the bottom with palm leaves and tied it up with rope.

“Because it’s tree bark, if we just tie the rope around it, the bark frame will collapse. So we need to find a few branches with especially good elasticity to prop up on the inside, and then we’ll be all set,” Bi Fang explained.

In just over half an hour, Bi Fang had crafted a bark basket, secured with several more vines to even include shoulder straps, allowing it to serve as a backpack.

He put all the previously gathered bamboo shoots inside, leaving plenty of space to spare, and had also filled several bamboo tubes hanging from his waist with water.

Looking at Bi Fang, who now seemingly had everything, the audience exclaimed in awe, praising his full day’s bountiful harvest—loads of shoots and a variety of tools, even managing to procure a bowl.

[From nothing to something, amazing, he’s becoming increasingly well-equipped]

[Master Fang is amazing!]

[Mountain Stream Little Prince has sent a rocket to the host *1]

Following the stream to the river, Bi Fang located the spot where he previously set up his fishing ground. The water in the fishing ground was very murky, full of brown muddy water.

Bi Fang checked the enclosure and saw that it wasn’t damaged, which indicated that the fishing ground was still effective.

As he came closer to examine the water, which looked tranquil, just when Bi Fang was about to insert the Tree Stick, suddenly, a fish tail leapt out of the water, creating ripples.

Goods!

Bi Fang was overjoyed but didn’t act rashly. Instead, he stirred the water with the point of his spear, “We need to make sure there aren’t any other dangers in the water, like water snakes or such.”

The water rippled, the sharp point of the wood spear piercing the water, instantly causing a large splash.

Fish!

So many fish!

The audience was amazed; it wasn’t just one that had surfaced.

At least three or more! And all of them quite large!

Bi Fang, with a keen eye, spotted a thick catfish, about the size of a small arm.

He timed its leap and speared it with precision, impaling the catfish straight through.

He stuffed the hefty catch into the bark basket, and before Bi Fang could continue fishing, the daylight forest suddenly dimmed in an instant.

Bi Fang looked up in surprise as a drop of water fell on his face.

It was raining.

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