【--You get a campfire stand】

【Fire*1】

【It feels like a game!】

【Success!】

[Fang Shen is awesome (broken sound)! 】

[I was so frightened that I quickly picked up the lighter on the side and lit a cigarette to calm down my shock, (づ￣ 3￣)y~~.]

[Fang Shen: Ni Zuokai]

As the flames were successfully lit, another barrage of barrages and gifts flooded the screen. Bi Fang glanced at the backstage and saw that the number of people had stabilized at more than two hundred!

Very good!

Bi Fang clenched his fists excitedly. Although his palms were so painful, everything was worth it.

[Following, anchor treasure boy]

[You idiot, if you don’t even carry a lighter, what’s the point of social progress? You’ll just put on a show!]

【Catch a silly dog ​​alive】

【Survival in the wilderness, do you understand? 】

[It’s you again? I’ve been criticized and haven’t left yet? I’m shocked that my true love fan is by my side?]

Is it that Black Maple again?

Bi Fang was stunned when he saw the quarrel in the barrage. It seemed that this person was the one who was trolling before. He was talking without looking, but the barrage was the most frequent.

Is this a black fan? I love it.

"Thank you for your support, but for novices, it is still very difficult to make fire with the hand drill method. It is difficult to start a fire, and it is easy to wear the skin. Next time, I will teach you the simpler bow drill and pump method."

Bi Fang picked up the prepared dead branches, cut them into small pieces and threw them into the fire, enjoying the feeling of warmth spreading over his body and dispelling the cold.

"However, although the fire has started, we haven't prepared enough firewood yet, so I will go nearby to collect some later."

【Why do we need wet firewood? 】

"Hey, this audience is very keen." Bi Fang noticed the audience's question, "This is because wet firewood is more resistant to burning and can ensure that the fire does not go out at night."

"However, before leaving, we need to ensure that the fire is away from other flammable materials to prevent forest fires. This is why I want to dig a hole."

"Also, I would like to remind everyone that unless logging is allowed in this area, you can only pick up some dead branches on the ground to make a fire."

"There is actually no conflict between human survival and environmental protection, as long as there is a will."

Bi Fang stood up and gave a final and heartfelt admonishment to the camera.

[The anchor who protects the environment is so handsome! I’m a fan]

[Civilize you, me and others, safety depends on everyone!]

[Fang Shen is so attentive, he has survived in the wilderness, and he can also pay attention to protecting the environment. He is a high-quality anchor and must be praised]

[This is my first time seeing such a positive anchor.]

"Haha, ridiculous, ridiculous."

Bi Fang touched the back of his head sheepishly and laughed.

“The best material for wet firewood is fresh, hard-wooded branches like oak trees.”

Large wet firewood is very easy to find in the forest. Bifang found all the large firewood that could be used for one night without leaving the distance where he could see the firelight.

"The fire is in the wild and is easily affected by wind. After adding wet firewood, we can cover the burning charcoal with a layer of dry soil to prevent too much oxygen from entering, causing the charcoal to burn too fast."

"This process should ensure that there are no dry leaves, grass or other flammable materials in the soil to prevent accidents."

After adding the wet wood, the fire made a crackling sound.

The warm light of the fire dissipates the coldness in the mountains and makes people drowsy.

Perhaps it was because he had been busy all day, and although Bi Fang was still hungry after packing up the camp, he was indeed a little tired. He went straight into the shack, using his backpack as a pillow, and prepared to rest.

Putting the drone in front of him, Bi Fang finally agreed to the friend requests of several rich people, and then waved his hand to indicate that he was going to stop broadcasting.

"It's getting late. I'm going to take a rest. Viewers who like me can follow me. I will continue the live broadcast tomorrow morning. Everyone is welcome to watch."

[No, it’s just after eight o’clock, it’s still early, right?]

[Yeah, let’s play it for a while, the other anchors have just started. 】

"I can't help it anymore. I've been traveling all day today and I'm really tired." Bi Fangwei said.

[Yes, the anchor should rest early, I will definitely come tomorrow!]

【All right.】

【Forgive the host.】

Although many viewers were indeed reluctant to give up, they could still understand Bi Fang. After all, live broadcasting wilderness survival is not a game. It can be done all night long.

Watching the audience buy another wave of gifts, Bi Fang thanked everyone and turned off the live broadcast due to everyone's reluctance.

It can be seen from the background that the number of followers in his live broadcast room has exceeded 500. The number of people has been increasing during the live broadcast period, reaching a maximum of nearly 700 people. The gifts are even more exaggerated, with nearly 10,000 turnover.

One day of live broadcast is equivalent to the original owner’s salary for a month!

However, Bi Fang was not in a complacent mood. Only he knew how difficult it was today.

My basic physical fitness is too poor. Although I did a sudden exercise for a week before, due to poverty, lack of diet and proper protein intake, the exercise effect was not good. Even if I have rich hiking experience, I often get breathless after walking for a short time. Now

My legs are also very sore.

But he didn't show any of this in front of the audience, and even pretended to be relaxed and freehand.

This is all to create a persona. From the beginning, Bifang has been building his persona as a wilderness expert. From his tone to his actions, he looks like he has experienced many battles.

He knew that if there was a precedent for the theme of wilderness live broadcast, there would definitely be imitators, just like those wilderness survival variety shows that kept popping up in previous lives.

And with professional character design, next time everyone sees the same program, they will preconceptionally think that Bi Fang is the first in the field and make comparisons. Then old fans will stick to it and new fans will be attracted, creating a virtuous cycle.

Just like every time I see a new wilderness survival show, there are always people who think that so-and-so is far worse than Mr. Bei.

People like to see the strong conquering nature, rather than the weak struggling in nature.

And how could a "wilderness expert" look so thin?

This is unreasonable.

Bi Fang lay on the dead leaves, looking up at the unreachable stars outside the shack, internally reflecting on his performance and shortcomings today, and thinking about how to do better tomorrow.

So bright, the stars.

Bi Fang squinted his eyes and relaxed his tiredness.

The night in the Qinling Mountains is far more beautiful than in the city. Lying between the sky and the earth, it seems that your breathing follows the rhythm of the twinkling stars.

Alone and free.

With a little thought, Bi Fang fell into a deep sleep.

The next day.

In the early morning, when the sun had just risen, Bi Fang opened his eyes and stretched his body. There was a crisp sound of bones stretching, and he suddenly felt refreshed and comfortable.

Perhaps because he had just woken up, his mind was still a little confused. It wasn't until he heard the cuckoo cooing for mating outside the shack that he realized that he was still in the wild, and his pupils suddenly focused.

"Hoo~"

I really don’t know if I am a neurotic or if I am naturally adapted to the wilderness, but I can sleep so soundly in the wild alone.

Bi Fang rubbed his face and walked out of the shack.

The morning in Qinling was still a bit cold, so he tightened his coat.

The fire in front of the shack has been extinguished, and wisps of dry smoke are rising.

Picking up a bucket of sticks, the gray-black firewood at the bottom suddenly broke into two pieces, and sparks and charcoal ash flew up.

Bi Fang nodded, it's good that there are still sparks. As long as you spread some tinder, you can light a fire again soon.

Picking up the drone, he started the live broadcast again.

Just when I was about to say hello, there was suddenly an electronic sound.
Chapter completed!