Survival male god

Chapter 259 Yes, it’s a treasure

Chen Jing dragged his tired body to the sand pit where fresh water was collected.

Waiting all night long takes up little physical energy, but it consumes a lot of energy.

When you come to the sand pit, you can clearly feel the coolness from the date palm leaves spread on it.

"There should be water, right?"

"But we don't have a container. Even if there is water, I'm afraid we won't be able to drink much. Open it and take a look."

Chen Jing removed all the date palm leaves covering it, and sure enough, all the stones in the sand pit were wet, with obvious water stains.

"Sand has a low specific heat capacity, and it heats up quickly during the day and cools down quickly at night. Therefore, in most desert areas, there is a phenomenon of wearing cotton-padded jackets in the morning and eating watermelon around the stove in the afternoon."

"Using this climate pattern with a large temperature difference between day and night, and using the condensation method, we will definitely be able to collect fresh water."

"The method is correct, but unfortunately we don't have a container."

Chen Jing picked up the stone and sucked it, getting all the precious water droplets into his mouth.

Even though it was mixed with sand and dust, he still felt very good. This was the truly clean fresh water he had drunk in the past twenty hours.

"I had to try to make a container. The invention of the container allowed humans in the Stone Age to evolve from nomadic life to storing endless food, crop seeds, and fresh water."

“Resources are important, but tools are equally important.”

"If a primitive man with nothing in his possessions migrated from the ancient east of Africa to the desert area, and he wanted to survive, all he had to do, besides finding water, was to make a container."

"But this matter will happen after I wake up. I have to deal with these gerbils quickly!"

Chen Jingti slipped a group of gerbils tied into bunches with leaves in his hands and came to the fire.

"I don't have the tools to skin these gerbils. In this hot weather, whether raw or cooked, the meat will spoil quickly. It can only be stored for half a day at most."

"So these eight gerbils can only be used as my food for the day before special measures are taken to deal with them."

"Just throw it into the fire and roast it. The fire will burn off the fur. As for the internal organs, just don't eat them for a while."

"In the wilderness, if you really can't deal with the inedible parts of the food, you can try to burn it as much as possible. In this way, no matter what kind of meat it is, the smell will be much less, and of course, a lot of nutrients will be lost."

"But it's still very valuable food, isn't it?"

After the hair was burned off by the charcoal fire, the gerbil looked like it was no longer the size of half a fist, just like a piece of black charcoal.

But there is nothing that can be done about it. Right now, it is almost the worst environment that Chen Jing has ever faced.

The climate is extreme and resources are scarce, including food and fresh water.

But being able to eat meat on the first day is a relatively good start.

I still remember that in Siberia last year, in the first two days, he could only eat snow and a small amount of nuts, which were stolen from the holes of flying squirrel trees.

Speaking of which, rodents from the family Muridae seem to have a natural enmity with Chen Jing and are always being yelled at.

The hairy rats, zokors, flying squirrels on desert islands, and now the Saharan gerbils.

Of course, the real reason is that their populations are huge and their ability to adapt to the environment is very strong, so mice can be seen almost everywhere.

In fact, there are records of rats being eaten as food in various regions. Chen Jing had no choice. He ate whatever he saw. Until there was a reliable food source, this was the adventurer's survival rule.

"Their limbs and tails have been roasted until they disappear and are completely carbonized, as well as their fur. Now you can easily tear open their bodies and throw away the dirt inside."

"There's a bit of burnt aroma in the paste, I can't say it's good, but you should be able to imagine the feeling." "Just make do with it!"

Chen Jing ate half of the roasted gerbil in three strokes.

The remaining half was wrapped in leaves and put into his backpack.

Not long after, the sun had risen, but the temperature was not too high yet.

"I originally planned to go to bed immediately after eating, but after thinking about it, I gave up the idea."

"This small oasis only has these resources. I can't waste time here, nor can I rush around when the temperature is the highest around noon."

"Standing at the highest point of the hill, you can see a forest in front of you. It's a good place to enjoy the cool air. Even though there are only a few trees, it's definitely cooler than here."

"I have to walk there, dig a new hole, and then go to sleep. Now is the coolest time. It only takes more than half an hour for me to walk there."

“I’ll broadcast it later!”

Chen Jing's decision made the audience extremely happy. For fans, it is worth watching for a while.

After all, in the eyes of most people, Chen Jing's live broadcast is purely a feedback job.

Because with his achievements and size, if it weren't for his dreams and taking care of his fans, why would he need to take such great risks and challenge the limits to survive?
After putting out the fire, Chen Jing only brought the two sticks he had used to light the fire. Those things were very easy to use. Bringing them with him was like having a reusable match.

But before leaving, he crushed some charcoal powder with a stone and applied it under his eyelids.

"The light in the desert is very strong, and there is no vegetation around it. Just like in the snow, when the sun is bright, you can paint these areas black to prevent your corneas from being burned."

"There is a scientific basis for this. Black absorbs light. Athletes often do this and apply paint on their eyelids or noses. This is not to be cool."

Chen Jing continued to wrap the headscarf that smelled strongly of urine, then put on his backpack and walked towards the "forest" in front of him.

In the vast desert area, at a glance, there is yellow sand and Gobi everywhere. His figure looks extremely lonely. The only thing he can see is the lizards that occasionally crawl across the sand dunes.

Those little things moved quickly. Chen Jing was not hungry now, but he was too sleepy to bother with them.

If we had met yesterday, there would have been another chase and battle.

After eight o'clock, the sun gradually climbed up, and the sand on the ground was already a little hot.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Chen Jing to arrive under the woods.

"These are Populus euphratica trees, a typical plant species in the desert, with some Haloxylon ammodendron and camel thorns growing around them."

With more detailed observation, Chen Jing got some unexpected information.

"This forest is much wider than I imagined, and the density of trees is also very high. It's a nice place. Look, there are a lot of camel dung here. Looking at these footprints, I think a camel caravan once passed here. , they camped here.”

Chen Jing saw some shallow pits and garbage piles buried next to tree roots.

His eyes lit up.

"What does the garbage produced by modern industry mean to desert survivors?"

After looking at the barrage, Chen Jing smiled knowingly.

"Yes, it's a treasure!"

(End of this chapter)