Sitting on the ground, he gnawed so moss to neutralize the surging stomach acid, and the discomfort in his stomach finally subsided a lot.
By this ti, the weather had also completely darkened; pitch black surrounded him. Bi Fang decided not to look for another place and simply leaned against the rock to start pushing snow.
Using the rock as a windbreak, he blocked off the other sides with snow, eventually forming a narrow snow burrow to crawl into. It was quite snug, and most importantly, it was convenient and fast, much quicker than huffing and puffing to dig a hole.
Especially since the ground beneath him was frozen, which was no easier to dig than ice blocks. The only advantage was that it was more likely to shatter, similar to brittle sugar cookies.
This permafrost in Greenland had been frozen for who knows how many years, like ice granules, a pity they were inedible—if eaten, they would cause diarrhea and easily block the intestines.
After the exterior wall was built to block the cold wind, Bi Fang used a dagger to fashion a small fork shovel and dug out a pit just large enough for one person, with steps like tiers: one layer a bit higher, the next layer deeper.
In ti, the slightly higher layer would be used to rest his legs, making the sleeping posture similar to lying down while sitting on a stool.
"This is a very efficient sleeping posture often seen in the military. Elevating the feet allows blood from the legs and feet to return more quickly to the lungs and heart, providing them with ample oxygen, helping with sleep initiation, and also activating venous circulation in the legs and feet to prevent varicose veins."
"Well-trained soldiers can even fall asleep within one hundred and twenty seconds."
Once he made the bed and covered it with snow, the heat was completely trapped inside. In less than ten minutes, the whole cave began to warm up.
Moreover, he had just eaten so moss, and though it was cold at first, once lted by body heat, his long-parched body crazily absorbed the nutrients, which spread as warmth throughout his limbs and body.
Combining both effects, Bi Fang found himself surprisingly comfortable, turning over contentedly in the pitch-black cave.
"Today, I finally arrived on permafrost, and although the surroundings are still rather bleak, at least we have an environnt suitable for long-term survival. Here we have moss and lichen; they can keep going at least half a month, giving us enough ti to build a main base and prepare for the polar night."
"If I could find a river or even the edge of the frozen sea, that would be even better. Dig a hole, and maybe I could enjoy so seafood."
Bi Fang was already daydreaming about a wonderful life ahead.
The ice sheet of Greenland does not spread in all directions due to latitude and ocean currents; on the map, it presents a triangular shape.
The section where the cruise ship dropped Bi Fang off was precisely at the sharpest point of this triangle, the furthest from the permafrost. If he headed towards either side, perhaps he could find a coastline with soil.
Of course, the best scenario would be to find a frozen inland river because the coastlines of the Arctic are often tumultuous and frequented by polar bears.
"Ti to sleep, there’s no need to hurry tomorrow. We’ll explore the surrounding environnt and look for materials to see if we can make a fire. Alright, goodbye." Read new chapters at .Côm
Using his backpack to block the drafty entrance, amongst the usual reluctance of the massive online audience, Bi Fang decisively turned off the live stream.
The live room went dark for several minutes, afterward replaying the day’s broadcast.
[Off I go, will watch tomorrow]
[Work tomorrow, will watch in the evening]
[Party tonight, will watch during the day]
With an audience numbering in the millions chatting idly for a while, they started leaving the live room one by one. And then, at this mont.
[Damn, I just casually checked Greenland’s weather forecast, and it says there might be a blizzard after 6 am tomorrow!]
Suddenly, a comnt in the chat made many of the viewers who were trying to leave stick around.
A blizzard?
That word reminded everyone of so rather unpleasant mories.
The last ti Bi Fang encountered a blizzard was in Mohe, where he also ca across a group of people from a geographical magazine who had been in a car accident due to the storm. It was a stroke of luck that he was able to rescue them and prevent the loss of lives.
As fans of Bi Fang, most people have watched the Mohe special edition, whether at the ti or later on.
Looking back now, the Mohe episode was indeed tense and thrilling, leaving a lasting impression. But at the ti, no one knew what the outco would be. Viewers were anxious and on edge every day, their palms drenched with cold sweat after watching.
[blizzard, there shouldn’t be any problem, right...?]
[Suddenly feeling a bit nervous]
[I’d like to call it blizzard phobia.]
[Does Old Fang know about it?]
[How would he know, Old Fang isn’t a god, can he predict the weather ten hours from now?]
Weather is unpredictable; unless satellite monitoring of cloud movents is utilized, signs that can be directly observed are difficult to co by more than three hours in advance.
At sea, a sailor who can predict weather changes an hour in advance with over fifty percent accuracy is a VIP wherever they go, a boss among bosses.
The advent of natural weather satellites is a powerful tool for humans to avoid natural dangers, an advantage unmatched even by the most experienced survival experts, allowing for accurate weather predictions days or even half a month in advance, sothing impossible for humans alone.
With no sign of trouble, it was impossible to foresee Nature’s plans; at this mont, Bi Fang had ended his live stream and was blissfully asleep, completely unaware of what he would face when he woke up.
The audience also beca anxious, but unfortunately, their concern was of no help.
Exhausted, Bi Fang fell asleep quickly, a skill honed over ti, completely unaware of the barrage of ssages from his online friends.
But he was soon to feel it.
That piercing cold wind.
...
When Bi Fang opened his eyes again, what he felt was not the refreshnt after a good night’s sleep, but uncontrollable shivering, his limbs stiff as if numb, and chillingly cold.
He was hypothermic.
Bi Fang quickly realized this.
Generally, hypothermia in the wilderness is divided into three stages: mild hypothermia is characterized by constant shivering and chills, with core body temperature dropping to around 35 degrees Celsius.
With moderate hypothermia, one has "no energy left to shiver," thinking becos confused, and emotions turn apathetic.
When the core temperature drops below 32 degrees, that’s severe hypothermia, where one’s thinking is totally confused and the ability to move is lost.
Fortunately, Bi Fang was only mildly hypothermic at the mont.
He was essentially woken up by the cold.
It was then that Bi Fang glanced at the chat in his live stream room. Even though he hadn’t started broadcasting yet, people had already been waiting and discussing the blizzard they’d noticed the night before.
A blizzard?
Bi Fang was startled, then his nose tingled, and he couldn’t help but sneeze.
No wonder it was so cold.
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