Mountain Wild Clouds

Chapter 2 Survival in the wild is extremely difficult

When he chewed and ate the clusters of bright red azaleas, he felt even more hungry.

Gritting his teeth, he stood up leaning on the wooden stick, ignoring the little beast on the dead tree, "Food and water are still what I need urgently. I'm really dying!"

He remembered that there were still several barrels of uneaten pickled pepper beef flavored instant noodles in his residence...

"Oh! I can't think about it, I can't think about it, the more I think about it, the hungrier I get!"

Leaning on a wooden stick, he began to continue on the road, walking down the slope. It seemed that the distance was less than a few hundred meters, but after walking for a long time, he didn't get halfway.

And the torn suit on his body has a few more holes, and it has a tendency to develop in the direction of cloth strips.He still looks like a dog when he wakes up in the morning, but now he is almost like a beggar.

He was sweating profusely, wiping the sweat anxiously, looking around with his eyes.

hiss……

chi chi chi...

click...

bah...

A series of sounds made him raise his head suddenly in fright, and saw not far away, a huge figure fell from a towering giant tree, crushing many branches and shrubs, and crashing to the ground.

He looked intently, almost frightened out of his wits, and sat down on the ground.

Looking through the gaps between the bushes, I saw a huge boa constrictor writhing on the ground, and the bushes broke off one after another as it passed.

Roughly estimated, the python's waist was thicker than a common bucket, and it was covered in turquoise, and it was at least ten meters long. If it didn't twist, it wouldn't be obvious.

Apparently it fell from a tree.

And on the tree, the little beast was standing, and the little beast was looking at him curiously.

Seeing this, Yun Buliu cried inwardly, "Is this guy after me?"

He really wanted to turn around and leave, but he found that the most terrifying thing in this jungle was not those poisonous snakes, not the terrifying big snakes, but the little black beast that could discharge electricity.

He didn't want to experience that sour feeling that his head was blank, he couldn't speak, his whole body was tingling, he was numb and convulsed, and he was almost incontinent.

However, he didn't run around without thinking.

He was silently watching the little beast and the big snake rolling and twitching on the ground.

He didn't continue to walk down until the big snake stopped twitching and gradually recovered, and hurriedly swam to the other side.

He didn't stop until he came across a pine tree.He found that there was a lot of rosin on the trunk of the pine tree, some of which had congealed into blocks, and some were still relatively soft.

He picked up a few palm-sized leaves, collected the pine resin, and put it in his pocket.

He was going to make some torches and light them when he was sleeping at night to drive away the beasts.

Last night he heard the roars of various carnivores, and today he saw such a big snake and this little beast that was following him curiously.

In this jungle, life-threatening dangers are everywhere.

Fortunately, along the way, he never encountered such a disgusting and terrifying thing as a leech. When he was playing in the fields or helping the house as a child, he was most afraid of encountering this kind of thing.

It's sticky in the hand, and although it doesn't hurt to bite, it will bleed profusely.The suction cup of that thing has its own anesthetic, and it is usually sucked by blood, and it doesn't feel much.

But the moment you bite into it for the first time, if you pay attention, you can still feel the pain.But if you don't pay attention, you won't feel much next time.

When he was a child, someone lied to him, saying that that thing could get into the body to suck blood, and it would give birth to children in the body. Once it got into the body, it would be over.

For a certain period of time, he was so convinced of this that he never dared to run into the fields so easily.

After collecting the turpentine, he licked his chapped lips, and involuntarily imagined himself lying on the soft sofa and drinking the refreshing fat house happy water in his mind.

He shook his head suddenly, "I can't think about it, I can't think about it, the more I think about it, the thirstier I get, I have to find water quickly, otherwise I might die in this deep mountain and old forest."

The anxiety and urgency in his heart gradually shrouded his heart.

I don't know if the shadow of death enveloped him all the time, which aroused the desire to survive in his heart, and he felt a new power suddenly surged in his body.

The increasingly heavy legs became a little lighter again.

In this deep mountain and old forest, he was staggering, sweating profusely, dizzy, his throat seemed to be smoking, and his ears were buzzing, wishing he could collapse on the ground and not move.

But he couldn't, he was afraid of death!

He sat down a few times to rest, and wanted to sit for a while, but in the end, he stood up again.

His whole body was already drenched with sweat, and the soles of his feet were already blistered. He took out the last piece of chewing gum a few times, but he resisted it and stuffed it back into his pocket.

When the scorching sun was setting in the west, when he felt his head was a little dizzy, when he felt that his throat would really smoke if it was not moist, he finally couldn't help but eat that stick of chewing gum.Although it cannot be chewed for a long time, it is still possible to chew for a while.

Chewing the gum in his mouth, he felt the coolness and sweetness, and the smoldering mouth involuntarily secreted water, which made him feel saliva, and at the same time, he felt that his whole body became much more energetic in an instant.

He went on the road again, and finally after walking for about an hour, he heard the sound of running water.

He felt that in this world, there was no more beautiful sound than this.

Joy came to his mind, and he couldn't help speeding up his pace. The sense of urgency was even stronger than when he secretly dated the pretty lady in the next class.

What is happiness?
He used to think that as long as he could hold hands, hug and kiss with the pretty lady in the next class, he would be very happy, as if he had the whole world.

Afterwards, when I come out to work, when I am exhausted, I watch movies, read novels, or find friends to hang out with, and I am very happy.

But now, when Yun Buliu was lying on the edge of the stream, with his head stuck into the stream, sucking fiercely at the clear stream, he felt that he was the happiest at the moment.

Looking at the reflection in the clear stream, he realized how cheap he was, obviously how happy he was in the days when he was lying on the sofa reading novels and playing games!

But he always felt that those days were so boring!

"I really hope that boring days can reappear! God, did you hear my affectionate call? Let me go back! Those days of exhaustion are more comfortable than now!"

He didn't know if he was moved to tears by his pious attitude, but he always felt a bit sore on the tip of his nose, his eyes were moist, and his nose was about to come down.

After a long time, he realized that it was useless to beg God. He calmed down his complicated mood, sat by the stream, took off his leather shoes, and a sour smell came out.

He wrinkled his nose, took off his socks, looked at the soles of his feet, and found that there was indeed a blister.

He put his feet in the stream, feeling the coolness from his feet, and moaned comfortably.

Then he looked around vigilantly, always worried that something might come out of the dense bushes and kill him?
After watching for a while, when he found nothing unusual, he picked up the stick in his hand, broke off a sharp stubble from the top of the stick, and carefully popped the blisters on the soles of his feet.

"Hey! I will suffer some crimes in the future, and I don't know what a damn place this is."

As he spoke, he immersed his blistered feet in the water and continued to soak for a while.

After resting for a while, he shook his feet, put on his shoes and socks, and started on the road again.

Leaning on a wooden stick, he looked around, "I have to find a place to rest at night..."

goooo...

He touched his beating belly and lamented, "Are you really going to force me to catch bugs and eat them?"

He felt that he might not be able to say that, and he felt sick just thinking about it.

Just as he was thinking, he saw a longhorn beetle crawling on a giant tree next to him, and with a stick, he smashed the beetle's head to pieces.

He was stunned, "It seems that I am really hungry and dizzy. I don't want it in my heart, but my body is very honest!"

After thinking for a while, he squatted down, wrapped the twitching beetle with a leaf, and stuffed it into his pocket, "Be prepared! Alas!"

He didn't dare to leave the stream too far, so he could only walk along the stream.

He has never been so eager to return to civilized society as at this moment.

It has never been like this moment, it feels so good to be a civilized society.

As he was walking, he came across a rotten log lying on the stream, and there were some hard tree mushrooms growing on the rotten log, but it was a pity that he couldn't eat it.

Inside the rotten wood, there was also a monkey-like cry.

Of course, that was not a real monkey, but the sound of a bug.

He stopped, hesitating a little.

The worms in the dead wood are called "Lanbai monkey" in the dialect of his hometown, but they are actually a kind of firewood insect, which sounds like a monkey, so it has this name.

This kind of bug is indeed edible. When I was young, what my friends liked to do most was to cut a Coke can into a "door" shape, put it upside down on the flame, and then scoop a spoonful of oil and put it in the depression at the bottom of the can. , When the oil boils, throw those firewood worms into the oil.

After two clicks, the aroma came out immediately, and everyone even rushed to eat it.

But now, where to find oil?

How dare you eat it raw without deep frying?
Thinking about the scene of eating raw, his stomach could not help but twitch slightly.

But thinking about the dead beetle in his pocket, he still walked over.

"Be prepared! Alas!"

He found a few big leaves, somewhat similar to tung leaves, but much bigger than tung leaves.He washed the leaves, then poked open the rotten wood with a wooden stick, and searched in the rotten wood.

It didn't take long for more than a dozen fat woodworms that were half a finger long to be caught on the few tung leaves.

Looking at the time, he wrapped the firewood insects into two bags with those tung leaves, tied them tightly with grass silk, and held them in his hand to prevent these insects from running out.

Although after grabbing it a few more times, it was not as disgusting as it was at the beginning, but he still couldn't do it if he wanted to eat this thing alive.

He had already thought about it, and turned around and roasted it with fire.

The most important thing now is to find a place to spend the night.

Looking at the sky, it was getting late, and the sun might set in half an hour.

What worried him was that the weird little beast was still following those towering giant trees.

He didn't know what the little beast wanted to do!But he couldn't be provoked at all, so he could only pretend that he didn't see it, and then looked around beside the stream, hoping to find a tree hole or a cave in the rock.

But after searching for a while, he still couldn't find the ideal place, so he had to stop beside a boulder beside the stream.

Although not ideal, it can be regarded as a leeward place.

After choosing a place, he climbed into the forest again, went to pick up a pile of dry firewood and came back.It can afford a bonfire, and it must not be extinguished, otherwise it is likely to be taken away by wild beasts in the middle of the night.

After picking up a pile of dry wood, he felt that it was enough to burn, so he started to light the fire.

Fortunately, I carried a lighter with me, otherwise I would have to drill wood to make fire.

After lighting the bonfire without any difficulty, he took out the longhorn beetle. After thinking about it, he put the longhorn beetle on with a stick of awn and roasted it by the fire.

After burning a pile of red charcoal fire, he moved the bonfire to the side, put the two packs of firewood on top of the charcoal fire, picked up the charcoal fire with a wooden stick, and covered it.

After doing all this, he looked at the beetle that was burnt a little and its wings had been roasted long ago, swallowed his saliva, and hesitated, "Is this really edible?"

(End of this chapter)