Chapter 244: Chapter 241 Still Can Sleep a Bit Longer


    Bi Fang stood on the raft, looked around, and found that all the containers he had were already in use, leaving no extra to spare.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    In the end, he chose to cut another piece of tent fabric and took out the stic bottle from the water purification device, drank the fresh water inside, then covered the mouth of the bottle with the tent fabric, pushing it in with his finger to adhere to the inner wall, finally securing it with rope.


    Having done all this, Bi Fang pulled on the fishing line and dragged the Hairfin Anchovy back out; the fishhook scraped the seagull’s trachea, bringing out a few traces of blood.


    Many female viewers couldn’t help but close their eyes at this scene, feeling a bit ufortable.


    [It’s too pitiful to die of gluttony.]


    [What is Old Fang doing with a cup?]


    [Is he draining blood?]


    “Yes, I need to use a container to catch the blood. On one hand, it might be useful in the future, and on the other hand, if we put blood directly into the sea, it might attract some dangerous creatures. Although I have a raft, it’s still better to avoid some dangerous situations as much as possible,” Bi Fang exined.


    Bi Fang took out his obsidian dagger and aimed it at the seagull’s neck, stabbing in; bright red blood immediately flowed down the de and started to drip into the bottle through the fabric when it reached a certain point.


    Watching the blood flow into the bottle and begin to fill the tent fabric, Bi Fang nodded, confirming that the obsidian dagger was indeed sharp and very effective to use.<div>


    Bi Fang raised a forefinger of his knife-holding right hand and, pointing to the blood flowing down the de, asked, “Are there any friends who grew up in the countryside who have seen butchers ughtering pigs?”


    “When bleeding like this, it’s best to use a sharp weapon to stab in and block the wound. This way, the blood will flow down along our knife. If we choose to cut open, the blood will spatter from the artery, making it impossible to collect effectively.


    This is also true for ughtering pigs. Pig blood is a delicacy, and too much spattering is a waste. Moreover, stabbing directly into the neck with a sharp knife can also kill the prey as quickly as possible, preventing it from suffering too long. So a good butcher’s ‘clean cut’ is all about efficiency.”


    Previously, ughtering pigs during festivals was an important tradition, but such activities are bing increasingly rare. Only a few viewers who spent their childhood in the countryside still have some impression, and now,paring it with what Bi Fang mentioned, they suddenly remembered and couldn’t help nodding.


    [Weird knowledge has increased]


    [Damn, this is the first time I’ve heard this exnation. I always thought it was just to reduce the pain for the pigs.]


    [Add one, I saw pig ughtering when I was a kid, but this is the first time I knew there was this much attention to detail, learned something new.]


    [Looking at Master Fang, he must be an experienced butcher, this technique is so smooth, I wouldn’t believe he hasn’t ughtered a hundred pigs.]


    [ughter? Are you leveling up your proficiency here?]


    [Just look at Old Fang, he’s a pro, definitely leveled up by ughtering plenty of pigs.]


    The blood trickled steadily, and once enough had drained, Bi Fang wiped his de on the tent fabric, then tightened it over the bottle’s mouth, lifting out the now blood-filled bag that resembled a water-filled balloon.


    Thus, the blood was collected without wasting the bottle, which was then ced back into the container so the water purification device could be reused.


    However, without hot water, plucking the feathers was somewhat strenuous. It took Bi Fang quite a while to strip all the feathers from the seagull, which he then put on the charcoal fire to roast.


    Seagulls are tricky to dry, better to eat them fresh for dinner. Bi Fang, having never eaten seagull before, was somewhat looking forward to it. However, he was greatly disappointed after it was roasted, wondering if hecked cooking talent, or if the ingredient itself was subpar.


    It was fishy and tough, chewing felt like eating tree bark.


    But having roasted it, Bi Fang didn’t want to waste the charcoal; after all, it was a meal, so he forced himself to eat it all. When he spat out thest bone, he felt a wave of relief.


    “To be honest, seagull doesn’t taste good at all, it’s fishy and tough. I rmend that everyone avoid trying it unless you’re forced to drift at sea like me. Plus, seagulls eat just about anything and live near the sea, their bodies might umte a lot of heavy metals or even bacteria, so if you must eat it, make sure it’s well-roasted.”


    [Hahaha, this is the first time I’ve heard Old Fang say something tastes bad.]


    [Kind of interesting]<div>


    [I remember eating them when I was a kid, but they weren’t very tasty, the meat was tough and very fishy]


    [Now it seems we can’t eat them, this thing is considered San You in our country, exceeding a certain number means a fine. It’s only abroad where the numbers are overwhelming and you can take as you please, probably because they are too distasteful.]


    After eating the seagull, the time hade to evening, and Bi Fang, watching the setting sun gradually sink, reconfirmed his direction before stowing the sails, and the audience understood that Bi Fang was about to end the stream.


    In the past two days, Bi Fang had done just that, taking in the sails to avoid sudden gusts of wind from different directions at night, causing the raft to drift too far.<div>


    “However, the arrival of the seagull is also good news for me. Even if the seagull gets blown off course by the wind, it won’t be too extreme, suddenly being blown to the center of the ocean. This means we are indeed getting closer tond, perhaps a hundred kilometers, or maybe two hundred. But I believe there is a very high probability that I will findnd before the 21 days are up.”


    Bi Fang stood at the prow stretching his body facing the sunset, seen from the back as if embracing the sun, his body aglow with golden light.


    The ocean current’s speed was roughly ten kilometers per day, but now Bi Fang had a sail, and with the force of the wind, he could travel at least twenty kilometers a day, even thirty kilometers was not impossible.


    And judging by the appearance of the seagull and the color of the seawater, as long as the direction was correct, findingnd was a certainty.


    At the thought, Bi Fang felt quite excited inside. Even if the ocean scenery was beautiful, after a while, it always became monotonous.


    And moreover…


    Bi Fang stretched out his palm, for due to long hours in the sunlight, he had be much darker than when he first arrived at sea, and no one would find it strange to call him a ‘sea folk’…


    “Alright, that’s it for today’s livestream, we’ll meet again tomorrow.”


    Bi Fang withdrew his hand, took down the sail that had been propped up, turning it back into a tent, and after bidding farewell to his audience, he returned to the life raft to sleep. Lying inside the raft, the well-fed and well-drunk Bi Fang quickly began to feel drowsy.


    With the support of the wooden raft, the stability of the entire raft was greatly increased, no longer tossing about as before, but rather due to the intion it became soft andfortable, and he soon entered dreams.


    Waves rose with the wind.


    When Bi Fang opened his eyes again, he noticed the temperature seemed to be much lower,pletely different from the feeling upon waking up the previous days.


    The change in weather furrowed his brow.<div>


    Was it going to rain again?


    Bi Fang lifted the tent p, the cold crept in, as the sleep-muddled mind seemed to be poured upon with a basin of cold water, clearing instantly.


    He stared at the sea with wide nervous eyes, noticing it was just cold, so cold it made one want to turn back under the tent to wrap up in the sailcloth and continue sleeping. There was no wind around, and yet the sky was starting to darken.


    The audience, notified of the stream starting, rushed in, and seeing this scene, they immediately became anxious, vividly recalling the storm of the past few days.


    [What’s happening? Is it going to rain again?]


    [Woken up this morning to bad news]


    [Is it a second round?]


    [Damn it, a second round]


    Bi Fang looked seriously for a moment, then his gaze rxed again, mixed with a hint of joy.


    “It’s okay, it’s not a storm, just a light rain, I can sleep a bit more.”