Chapter 646: Wilderness Survival Failure (Part 2)

After Hal's heroic sacrifice, the hang glider was finally made, but Arthur didn't have much interest in this kind of transportation. He would rather walk directly. Leaving the ground with both feet would make him feel insecure.

However, for the pilot Hal, it was not like this. After the failure at the beginning, he fell in love with this feeling of soaring in the sky.

Different from sitting in the cockpit of a plane, shuttling in the wind of nature, listening to the sounds of streams and waves, shoulder to shoulder with the seabirds all over the sky, like a light feather, every glide made Hal feel very intoxicated.

However, this was to solve the problem of rushing on the road, so after gliding several times, Hal took on the responsibility of transporting goods.

The efficiency of the fishing traps was indeed extremely high. Not long after, several fat and beautiful sea fish were caught, which was just right for stewing soup.

And under the efforts of Hal, Bruce, and Arthur, the salt-drying field was also initially done.

The location for drying salt was finally chosen beside a flat sandy beach downstream of the small stream. This place was relatively close to both freshwater and seawater, which was relatively convenient.

The salt grains condensed by simply drying seawater are coarse salt, the taste is very bitter, and there are many chemical substances that are not suitable for absorption, so it cannot be eaten directly. But ancient salt-drying methods had long solved this problem.

Dissolve the coarse salt obtained by drying again with freshwater to form saturated brine, and then filter it with the dense fiber fabric used by Bruce to make the hang glider wings to filter out most of the insoluble impurities.

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Afterward, use the stone pot used for cooking to boil the saturated brine. In the process of boiling, the water in the saturated brine will be evaporated, then the corresponding salt will crystallize and attach to the inner wall of the stone pot.

Scrape off this part of the salt and repeat the operation. After repeating it several times, at this time, this part of the salt can already be eaten.

However, because sea salt also contains a part of soluble impurities, which will make the salt taste bitter, to remove this part of impurities, one must use the ashes of plants.

The ashes of plants contain potassium carbonate. When farming, it can be directly used as potassium fertilizer, and it can also be used to decompose the components that produce bitter taste in salt.

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

Of course, this kind of salt is generally still called coarse salt in modern society and cannot be compared with the refined salt manufactured in factories. However, many areas use this kind of coarse salt to treat meat, and they believe that the minerals in coarse salt are good for the body.

So, after processing to this step, this salt can be used directly. When drifting on a desert island, if the next few steps of purification and the plant ash step are omitted, only repeated boiling is needed, and the salt obtained can barely be used. But Bruce, who pursues the ultimate, finally made white fine salt similar to modern salt.

After doing all this, it was already dark. The three were busy for the whole afternoon and were hungry at this time, but they were all very satisfied, especially Arthur and Hal, who felt that they had opened their eyes. They never expected that they could make salt from seawater like this.

The next step is to bring the salt back and then start treating the meat. However, when they returned to the cave, Schiller and Oliver were both asleep, and they didn't even eat dinner.

The reason for this, perhaps, is the spark between a doctor who is not a quack but whose surgical skills are not very good, and a patient who is completely disobedient.

First of all, Schiller is not a surgeon, just because he once worked in a hospital, so he can barely treat some trauma. One point he is stronger than ordinary people is that even if he doesn't handle it well, he can use the Gray Mist to make up for it.

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

And Oliver, even if he had been struggling to survive here for three months, could not erase the fact that he was once a pampered rich young master.

At the beginning, supported by the will to survive, he could forget all pain just to live. However, after eating and drinking, and sleepiness surged up, he returned to that illusion of being pampered.

Therefore, he was particularly sensitive to pain. Combined with Schiller's extremely rough technique, the two could not be said to be harmonious between doctor and patient, but could only be said to be fighting together.

If special abilities could be used, Schiller could definitely hold Oliver down, but the problem was that he couldn't, so he had no way to make the Gray Mist knock Oliver unconscious.

Because of the existence of the Gray Mist, Schiller's body possessed extremely powerful physical strength. However, without using the tentacles of the Gray Mist, Schiller only had two arms and two legs. He had to spare one hand to treat the wound, so only one hand was left to suppress Oliver.

Facts proved that even if the strength was great, it was difficult to completely suppress an adult who was struggling non-stop because of pain with one hand. Finally, Schiller almost choked Oliver to death before he finally finished treating his wound.

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

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

Seeing that the two were asleep, the other three didn't intend to make a big move to set up a pot to cook. They simply set up a rack for roasting fish, processed the sea fish just caught, put them on skewers, and started roasting fish.

At noon, the seafood sauce made by Hal hadn't been used up. Two fish were brushed with sauce, one fish was sprinkled with salt, and one fish was dismantled into fish meat and put into a coconut, stewed with coconut juice into fish soup.

There was a burst of fragrance on the platform outside the cave. The night wind on the island had a trace of coolness. The sky and the coastline were connected in a line, and the stars were twinkling in the deep blue night sky.

"Do you know? This time I went home, my parents apologized to me..." Hal took a bite of fish, and then was scalded. He kept exhaling in his mouth. His eye sockets appeared a bit red, perhaps because the food was too hot and the night wind was too cold.

"They no longer stop me from becoming a pilot, and no longer strongly demand that I must stay near Coast City. They even said to me in a tone of discussion that if I could go home once a month, it would be too great..."

"If they had said this to me a few years ago, I would definitely be overjoyed, happy to jump up, feeling that they were finally reasonable..." Hal brought the fish soup over, took a sip, and sniffed hard. No one could see whether he was crying because he was scalded.

"But I feel that they are old. I thought I had left home for decades. They really have aged a lot..."

"Parents are all like this. If you leave for a long time, when you come back, you will find that they have really aged a lot." Arthur also said. He took a bite of roasted fish, spat out the thorns, and continued: "When I followed deep-sea fishing, I only went to sea for more than three months. When I came back, my father looked like he had aged 30 years..."

"Do you know? In Blüdhaven, there is a legend..." Arthur sneezed because of the hot fish soup. He sniffed hard and said: "If a child follows a large ship to sea to catch fish, and the parents have prayed to God in the church, then when the child encounters a shipwreck and is in life danger, God will take away some of the parents' lifespan, and let the child return safely..."

"Nonsense." Bruce evaluated.

"The point of this story is that in Blüdhaven, every time a young sailor goes to sea, every pair of parents will pray for them. Even if they know that this might damage their own lifespan, they still have to do so, including my father."

Bruce fell silent. Hal glanced at him and diverted the topic without a trace. He said: "Blüdhaven and Coast City are really a bit alike. This city should have developed better."

"I have read the history of Coast City in a fishing magazine." Arthur swallowed the last bite of roasted fish and said: "You were lucky, you encountered the gold rush, and the city developed and grew. But actually, I don't envy you, because Blüdhaven is really peaceful. If someone really came to pan for gold, that group of outsiders would definitely cause trouble, and I don't want that."

Hal nodded and said: "Indeed, big cities have the benefits of big cities, but towns and villages may not be bad. Everyone likes their hometown the most, no matter whether it is a city or a village..."

This sentence made Bruce fall into thought. He thought that among the reasons for becoming Batman to fight crime, there was no "he loves Cat Getan" item. At least he had always felt this way before.

This damn city of sin had nothing worth lingering on, but instead brought him the heaviest scars.

However, when he saw that Cat Getan had the possibility of getting better, he would still have a trace of excitement and agitation.

Only after leaving for thousands of miles do people know that they have an eternal hometown. Bruce is also like this.

When mentioning words like hometown and native place, the first place that appeared in his mind was still that city of darkness.

All the residents of this city feel that it is not good enough, but they would rather admit that they are very rotten, and also indulge in this bizarre abyss of darkness, having the craziest nightmares. Batman is no exception.

The rising emotional mood made Bruce feel a sense of tension and anxiety. He was completely unaccustomed to this sensibility, so he wanted to find something to do to get himself out of this mood.

He threw away the skewer of roasted fish, stood up, clapped his hands, and said: "I think you should have rested enough. There is still a lot of work to do. We have to spend more time and energy on desert island survival..."

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

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

Then, he slowly widened his eyes and looked at the dense pulley devices outside the cave and the zip lines that were spread between the rainforests like a spider web. ===== CHAPTER 647 =====