Chapter 643: Failure in Wilderness Survival (Part 2)

After Hal's heroic sacrifice, the hang glider was finally made, but Arthur was not very interested in this means of transportation. He would rather walk directly, and his feet off the ground would make him feel insecure.

However, this is not the case for pilot Hal. After the initial failure, he liked the feeling of soaring in the sky.

Unlike sitting in the cockpit of an airplane, shuttling in the wind of nature, listening to the sound of streams and waves, and shoulder to shoulder with the seabirds in the sky, like a light feather, every gliding makes Hal feel intoxicated.

However, this is to solve the problem of rushing, so after gliding a few times, Hal took on the responsibility of transporting goods.

The efficiency of the fishing trap is indeed extremely high. After a while, several fat sea fish were caught, which was just right for stewing soup.

And with the efforts of Hal, Bruce and Arthur, the salt field was also initially completed.

The location for drying salt was finally chosen to be a flat sandy land downstream of the stream, which is close to both freshwater and seawater and relatively convenient.

The salt granules condensed by simply drying seawater are coarse salt, which tastes very bitter and contains many chemical substances that are not easy to be absorbed. It cannot be eaten directly, but the ancient method of drying salt has long solved this problem.

The coarse salt obtained by drying salt is dissolved in freshwater again to form saturated salt water, and then filtered with the dense fiber fabric used by Bruce to make glider wings to filter out most of the insoluble impurities.

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After that, the saturated salt water is boiled in the stone pot used for cooking. During the boiling process, the water in the saturated salt water will evaporate, and the corresponding salt will crystallize and adhere to the inner wall of the stone pot.

Scrape off this part of the salt and repeat the operation several times. At this time, this part of the salt is edible.

However, since there are some soluble impurities in the sea salt, which will make the salt bitter, to remove these impurities, it is necessary to use plants burned to ashes.

Plant ash contains potassium carbonate, which can be used directly as potash fertilizer when farming, and can also be used to decompose the bitter components in salt.

Bruce found some relatively dry plants, burned them into ash, added this part of the ash to the salt water in the big pot, and then continued to boil it at high temperature. In this way, the crystals precipitated on the pot became non-toxic and edible, and only salty like salt.

Of course, this kind of tobacco is generally called coarse salt in modern society, which cannot be compared with the refined salt produced in the factory. However, many areas use this coarse salt to process meat. They believe that the minerals in coarse salt are good for the body.

Therefore, after processing to this step, these salts can be used directly. When stranded on a deserted island, if the subsequent purification steps and the plant ash step are omitted, it only needs to be boiled repeatedly several times, and the salt obtained can barely be used, but Bruce, who pursues the ultimate, finally made a white fine salt similar to modern salt.

After all this, it was already dark. The three of them had been busy for the whole afternoon and were hungry, but they were very satisfied, especially Arthur and Hal. They felt that they had broadened their horizons. They had never thought that salt could be made from seawater in this way.

The next step was to bring the salt back and start processing the meat, but when they returned to the cave, Schiller and Oliver fell asleep and didn't even have dinner.

The reason might be the sparks between a doctor who was not a quack but whose surgical skills were not much better and a completely disobedient patient.

First of all, Schiller was not a surgeon. He just worked in a hospital before, so he could barely handle some trauma. He was better than ordinary people in that even if he didn't do it well, he could use gray fog to remedy it.

Moreover, DC Schiller has always been relatively radical in terms of medical style. In terms of trauma treatment, he also inherited this radical style and basically didn't care much about other people's struggles.

Even though Oliver has been struggling to survive here for three months, he cannot erase the fact that he was once a tender and wealthy young man.

At first, supported by his will to survive, he could forget all the pain and just wanted to survive, but after a full meal and a full stomach, he felt sleepy and returned to the illusion of being pampered.

Therefore, he is particularly sensitive to pain. Combined with Schiller's extremely rough method, the two of them cannot be said to be doctor-patient harmony, but can only be said to be fighting.

If he could use special abilities, Schiller would definitely be able to hold Oliver down, but the problem is that he can't, so he has no way to let the gray fog knock Oliver unconscious.

Because of the existence of the gray fog, Schiller's body has extremely strong physical strength, but without using the gray fog's tentacles, Schiller only has two arms and two legs. He has to use one hand to treat the wound, so there is only one hand left to hold Oliver down.

It turns out that even if one has great strength, it is difficult to completely suppress an adult who is struggling in pain with one hand. In the end, Schiller almost strangled Oliver to death before he finally treated his wound.

Both of them consumed a lot of physical strength, so when the other three were busy surviving in the wilderness, they had already fallen asleep in the cave.

Oliver really fell asleep, and Schiller was just using sleep to calm his anger of wanting to strangle the future Green Arrow to death here.

Seeing that the two of them were asleep, the other three people did not intend to set up a pot to cook. They simply set up a fish grill, processed the fish they had just caught, put it on a skewer, and started grilling the fish.

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At noon, Hal's seafood sauce was not used up yet. Two fish were brushed with sauce, one fish was sprinkled with salt, and the other fish was cut into fish flesh and put into coconut, and the fish soup was stewed with the coconut milk.

There was a burst of fragrance from the platform outside the cave, the night breeze on the island was cool, the sky and the coast were connected, and the stars twinkled in the dark blue night sky.

"Do you know? This time I went home and my parents apologized to me..." Hal took a bite of the fish and was burned. He kept breathing in his mouth. His eyes looked a little red, maybe because The food was too hot and the night air was too cold.

"They no longer prevent me from becoming a pilot, and they no longer even force me to stay near Beach City. They even told me in a consultative tone that it would be great if I could go home once a month. …”

"If they had said this to me a few years ago, I would have been ecstatic, almost jumping with joy, feeling that they were finally reasonable..." Hal brought the fish soup over, took a sip, and pumped hard. No one could tell whether he was crying because he was burned.

"But I think they are old. I thought I had been away from home for decades. They are really old..."

"Parents are like this. If you leave for a long time, when you come back, you will find that they are really much older." Arthur also said, he took a bite of the grilled fish, spit out the thorns, and then Said: "When I went fishing with distant water, I only went to sea for more than three months. When I came back, my father seemed to have aged 30 years..."

"Did you know? There is a legend in Blüdhaven..." Arthur sneezed because of the scalding fish soup. He sniffed hard and said, "If a child follows a big boat out to sea to fish, and Parents go to church and pray to God. Then, when their children are in danger of life in a shipwreck, God will take away some of their parents’ lifespan and allow the children to return safely..."

"Bullshit," Bruce commented.

"The point of this story is that in Blüdhaven, when every young sailor goes to sea, every parent goes to pray for them, even though they know that this may damage their lifespan, they still have to do it, Including my father."

Bruce was silent. Hal glanced at him and changed the topic without any trace. He said: "Bloodhaven and Seaside City are really similar. This city should have been better developed."

"I read the history of Seaside City in a fishing magazine." Arthur swallowed the last bite of grilled fish and said, "You are lucky to have caught the gold rush and developed the city, but in fact, I I don’t envy you, because Blüdhaven is really peaceful. If someone comes to dig for gold, those foreigners will definitely cause trouble, and I don’t want that.”

Hal nodded and said: "Indeed, big cities are better than big cities, but small towns and villages are not necessarily bad. Everyone likes their hometown the most, whether it is a city or a country..."

This sentence made Bruce think. He thought that among the several reasons for becoming Batman to fight criminals, "he loves Gotham" was not one of them. At least that was how he felt before.

This damn sinful city had nothing worth remembering, but it gave him the heaviest scars.

However, when he sees the possibility of Gotham getting better, he still feels a little excited.

It is not until they have left thousands of miles away that people know that they have an eternal hometown, and the same is true for Bruce.

When he mentioned the words hometown and hometown, the first place that came to his mind was still the dark city.

All the residents of this city feel that it is not good enough, but they would rather admit that they are bad than indulge in this bizarre dark abyss and have the wildest nightmares, and Batman is no exception.

The rising sensibility made Bruce feel nervous and anxious. He was completely unsuited to this sensibility, so he wanted to find something to do to get rid of this emotion.

He threw away the grilled fish sticks, stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "I think you have almost rested. There is still a lot of work to do. We have to spend more time and energy to survive on the desert island." energy……"

Hal and Arthur, who were already full and sleepy, looked at each other and sighed helplessly.

The next morning, Schiller woke up and opened his eyes. The sunlight outside the cave was particularly dazzling. He stretched out his hand to cover his eyes and slowly walked out of the cave, wanting to go out and breathe fresh air.

Then, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the densely packed pulley devices outside the cave and the spider web-like zip lines that were densely covered in the rain forest.