Chapter 12

After the wound was healed, the old Ranger put down his backpack, took out a small leather bag from it, pulled out the cork and took a mouthful in his mouth. He said something similar to a mantra, then sprayed it on Zhao Mai, one on the front and another on the back.

The spray has a mint like flavor, which is not boring. After comparison and guess, we finally found out its use. There are many mosquitoes in the woods at night. Although it is not necessarily fatal to be bitten, it is inevitable to suffer from itching and pain, and sometimes get sick. Rangers in the forest have many ways to deal with this situation, and insect repellent is the most convenient one.

Neither of them carried a tent, so chimera's skin was used as canvas. With the help of two trees across the branches, and then heavy backpack pressure side, a simple canopy is completed. Raise a small fire, first warm the ground with fire, and then spread a layer of leaves that Zhao Mai had never seen before. This is where they rest at night.

Dinner is still roast pork, no salt, no seasoning. Carl ate very carefully. He took a dagger to pick out all the meat. Then he roasted the bones in the fire and used them to grind his teeth. It may just be Carl's quirk, but it may also be a Ranger's custom. Since we are accepting each other's protection, we should let the guests go with the Lord and do as the Romans do. Zhao Mai also had a similar example, gnawing the bone as if he had been robbed by termites.

The forest soon became pitch dark. It was only twenty feet away from the fire, and vision was not as keen as touch. Darkness doesn't mean tranquility. All kinds of insects around are mixed with the sound of wind and leaves. They can't stop for a moment. Zhao Mai was nervous. He felt footsteps approaching several times, and seemed to see green Beast eyes. But Carl is a leisurely man. He can only force his fear and make a confident expression.

The old man saw his calmness and gave him a smile. "Don't worry. It's safe here." Looking at the unknown appearance of "Mike", the Ranger pointed to the thick "Cihai", indicating that he should learn the language as soon as possible.

Zhao Mai thought the same way. By the light of the fire, he began to do his best to read and study. Because he chose to take an early rest, Carl was not very sleepy, so he sat side by side with Zhao Mai, pointed to the words on the book and read aloud, and then composed sentences with words, so that he could learn the most basic sentence patterns and grammar first.

Using this way of communication, he assigned Zhao Mai a task: when he was reading, he put in some branches 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.

Then he put on his cloak, closed his eyes and fell asleep. Zhao Mai looked at it for a while, but he always felt that he was sleeping very shallow and could wake up a little bit. When I was a child, I went back to my hometown. That's what the watchdog was like. The old man said it's called alertness and light sleep. The effect of rest is not as good as deep sleep, but it can save one's life at the critical moment.

It is said that during the Three Kingdoms period, Zhang Fei had a light sleep with his eyes open. He had drunk too much that night when he was beheaded. As a result, he fell into a deep sleep and lost his alertness, so that the thieves could succeed.

Zhao Mai didn't want to disturb him, so he closed his mouth and read a book. He even became cautious about adding firewood every once in a while. It's dark all around, and the display time on the mobile phone is 30 times slower, so it can't be used as a clock. However, with his biological clock, he estimated that it should have been past nine o'clock in the evening.

Zhao Mai is a nocturnal creature. He usually sleeps during the day. As a result, at the end of the day, in addition to crossing, working and running through the forest, he kept learning and focused his attention. According to common sense, he should be sleepy now, but he has little sleepiness and feels that he can persist for a long time.

When the time of the mobile phone is displayed as 9 o'clock in the day, it's in the middle of the night in Kangjian forest. Zhao Mai felt strange if he didn't sleep any more, so he cleaned up the campfire, squeezed under the chimelapi tent and closed his eyes. He soon fell asleep and woke Carl up with a light snore.

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

Before dawn, the old man began to be busy. He could no longer eat pure pork for breakfast. It was enough to tear off some and cook them in porridge. Porridge is a mixture of oats, rice and several kinds of beans. It tastes delicious. Zhao Mai was awakened when it was just boiling.

The old man took out a paper bag and opened it carefully. Zhao Mai looked around and found that there was some coarse salt in it. The unpurified salt is a yellowish brown crystal, and the salt in Carl's hand has a corner with some earth particles. Zhao Mai had heard of it, but he had never seen it before, so he reached out to grab it. Carl also shrank back and turned his eyes twice before returning.

He wiped his finger and tasted it, but he didn't taste it, so Zhao Mai picked it up and tasted it. In addition to salty and fishy, it also contains all kinds of strange smell, and he vowed to taste some chemicals. As soon as he picked up the bag full of the lake water, Zhao Mai punched his tongue and spat it out. He was unwilling to let Carl put the salt in the porridge.To him, it's not salt at all, it's a poison. Although the harm of this thing is far less than that of gutter oil and Sudan red, it is enough to destroy Zhao Mai's whole vision of a bowl of fragrant porridge. If you don't eat salt for a day or two, you can still stick to it. If you have a chance to filter and purify some edible salt yourself, that's all.

See Zhao Mai reaction so big, Carl also no longer insist on salt. After a day together, he has regarded Zhao Mai as a kind and vulnerable younger generation. He can take care of him in some ways. He is the most intelligent young man he has ever met. He is also studious and has a bright future. However, he didn't believe Zhao Mai's saying that he could make the salt delicious. He thought it was a misunderstanding caused by the mistakes in choosing words and sentences.

Since he knew that the salt here was scarce and tasteless, Zhao Mai decided to make some good salt. There is no gauze for filtering, and the cotton T-shirt on the body is barely available. Charcoal was needed to absorb the toxin, so he looked for alternatives from the campfire. I can't do my best, but it's absolutely no problem to improve the grade of salt.

The iron pot is used for porridge, so it can't be used for salt for a while. Zhao Mai inquires about Carl and learns that there is a rock salt near his residence, where animals often go. In this case, go to see the situation first and then do it. Maybe the ranger can use all the better tools.

It's always for Rangers to take care of him. It's time for him to show his skill this time. With such a vision, Zhao Mai trotted all the way behind the Ranger and quickly walked through the forest. Along the way, his legs are not idle, his mouth is not idle, whether it's the Shanzhai version of chuanlinbu or the common language, all in rapid progress.