After healing the wound, the old Ranger put down his backpack, took out a small leather bag from it, pulled out the cork, took a sip in his mouth. He vaguely recited some words similar to spells, and then squirted on Zhao Mai's body, sipped on the front and then took another sip on the reverse.

The thing sprayed with a mint-like smell, which is not annoying. I finally figured out its usefulness even with gestures and guesses. There are many mosquitoes in the woods at night. Although it is not necessarily fatal to be bitten, itchy and painful are always inevitable, and sometimes they will get sick. The Rangers in the forest have a variety of methods to address this situation, and the deworming agent is the most convenient one.

Neither of them carried a tent, so the outer skin of Chimera was used as canvas. With the help of the branches across the two trees and pressed aside with a heavy backpack, a simple awning was completed. Raise a small fire, first heat the ground with the fire, and then lay a layer of leaves that Zhao Mai had never seen before. This is where they rest at night.

The dinner was still roasted pork, no salt or seasoning. Carl ate it very carefully, and took a dagger to clean the meat from the edges and corners. Then he roasted the bones in the fire and grinded his teeth after it was crispy. This may be just Carl's quirk, but it may also be the custom of a ranger. Since he was receiving the protection of the other party, he had to follow the guests and follow the customs of the countryside. Zhao Mai also followed suit, gnawing the bones as if they had been looted by termites.

The forest soon became dark. With only more than twenty feet away from the fire, the vision was not as sharp as the touch. Darkness did not represent tranquility. Various insects were mixed with the sound of wind and leaves, and they could not stop for a moment. Zhao Mai was nervous. He felt footsteps approaching several times, and seemed to see a pair of green wild beast eyes. But Carl was there, looking leisurely, and he could only force himself to press on his fear and also made a confident expression.

The old man saw his pretended calmness and smiled at him, "Don't worry, it's safe here." Looking at the unknown appearance of "Mc", the Ranger pointed to the thick "Cihai" and signaled that he should learn language as soon as possible.

Zhao Mai thought so too. With the light of fire, he began to do his best to read and study. Since he chose to rest in advance, Carl was not very sleepy, so he sat shoulder to shoulder with Zhao Mai, pointed to the words on the book and read aloud, and then used words to form sentences to let him first learn the most basic sentence structure and grammar.

Using this communication method, he assigned Zhao Mai a task: when reading a book, he would put in a little branches every once in a while to keep the bonfire burning. Before preparing to go to bed, he should clean up the branches and leaves around the fire to avoid causing a fire.

After saying that, he put on a cloak and closed his eyes and fell asleep. Zhao Mai looked at it for a while and always felt that he was sleeping lightly and could wake up with a little movement. When he was a child, he returned to his hometown, and the guard dog at home was like this. The old man said this was called a light sleep on alert. The effect of rest was not as good as a sleeping sleep, but he could save his life at critical moments.

It is said that Zhang Fei was sleeping lightly when he opened his eyes during the Three Kingdoms period. He drank too much on the night he was cut, and ended up falling asleep and losing his vigilance. He succeeded.

Zhao Mai didn't want to disturb him, so he closed his mouth and read a book. Even the movement of adding firewood became cautious every moment. The surroundings were pitch black, and the time displayed on his phone was thirty times slower, so he could not be used as a clock. However, with his biological clock, he probably should have passed nine o'clock in the evening.

Zhao Mai is a creature who sleeps in the daytime and sleeps during the day. As a result, during this day, in addition to traveling through time, working, and running in the forest, he keeps learning and is highly focused. According to common sense, he should be so sleepy now, but he only has very little sleepiness and feels that he can still hold on for a lot of time.

When the time on the phone was shown at nine o'clock during the day, Kangjian Forest was already in the middle of the night. Zhao Mai felt that it would be strange if he didn't sleep anymore, so he cleaned up the bonfire and squeezed under the Chimelapi tent and closed his eyes. He fell asleep quickly, and his gentle snoring woke Carl up.

The old man looked at the sky, scanned the camp with the light of fire, and then smiled with satisfaction. He found that Zhao Mai was sleeping with his clothes, and there was no quilt or something, so he covered his cloak and leaned against the tree and rested with his weapon.

The old man started to be busy before dawn. He could no longer eat pure pork for breakfast. It was enough to tear off some and cook it in the porridge. The porridge was cooked with oats, rice and several kinds of beans. It tasted very fragrant. It woke Zhao Mai up just now when the pot was opened.

The old man took out a paper bag and held it in his palm and opened it carefully. Zhao Mai leaned over and looked over and found that there was some coarse salt. The unpurified salt was a yellow-brown crystal. There was a corner of the salt in Carl's hand with some earth particles. Zhao Mai had heard of this thing, but had never seen it before, so he stretched out his fingers to grab it. Carl also shrank back, and turned his eyes twice before handing it back.

He wiped his fingers and tasted it, but he didn't taste anything, so Zhao Mai picked it up and tasted it. In addition to being salty and fishy, ​​it also contained all kinds of strange smells. He vowed that he had tasted some chemicals. He picked up the skin filled with lake water, and Zhao Mai rushed his tongue hard and spit it out, and he was unwilling to let Karl put this salt in the porridge.

For him, this is not salt at all, but 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 all desire for a bowl of fragrant porridge. He can still persist if he doesn't eat salt for a day or two. If he has the opportunity to try filtering himself and purify some salt that he can eat.

Seeing that Zhao Mai reacted so much, Carl stopped putting salt. After a day of getting along, he had already regarded Zhao Mai as a kind and fragile junior, and he could take care of it in some aspects. This was the smartest young man he had ever met, and he worked hard and was very promising to develop. However, he did not believe what Zhao Mai said that salt could be delicious, thinking that it was a misunderstanding caused by mistakes in word selection and sentence making.

Since he knew that the salt here was small and unpalatable, Zhao Mai decided to make some good salt. There was no gauze needed for filtering, and the cotton T-shirt on his body was barely available. Charcoal was needed to absorb toxins, so he looked for some substitutes from the bonfire. He couldn't do the best, but it was absolutely fine to improve the level of salt.

Iron jars are used to cook porridge, so I can't use them to make salt for a while. Zhao Mai asked Carl and learned that there was a piece of rock salt near his residence, and nearby animals often went there. Since that's the case, go and see the situation first and then do it. Maybe the Ranger's residence has all the better tools.

He always asked the Ranger to take care of him, and this time he should show his skills. With this vision, Zhao Mai trotted behind the Ranger and walked through the forest quickly. He was not idle all the way, and his legs were not idle all the way, and whether it was the copycat version of the Roof Step or the common word, they were all making rapid progress.
Chapter completed!