Chapter 34 Rainforest Field Trip

Chapter 34 Rainforest Field Trip

When Harold woke up, it was still dark outside and the bonfire was still burning, but the fire was very small.

No wonder it’s so cold and I feel so wet all over.

Harold grumbled in dissatisfaction in his heart, curled himself up into a ball, and waited until his feet and hands were slightly warm before he got up, added some firewood, and put the iron pot that Nasrin gave him on the stand to continue boiling water.

With new combustibles, the fire became more prosperous, and from time to time the dry wood would burn with a crackling sound.

Harold stared quietly at the burning orange-red flames, emptying his mind for a rare moment. He sat by the fire for a minute before he was brought back to reality by hunger.

Because he ate too much in the bar the day before, he still felt bloated the next morning, so he didn't eat anything during the day. When he felt hungry, it happened to be interview time, so he waited until four in the afternoon to eat.

The paste made from mint green bean soup, various desserts and fruits is still too low in calories.

The soup base needs to be changed. I was careless. It would have been much better if I had used the ice cream and milk I packed back to make the dessert.

At this time, Harold couldn't help but miss the milk tea in his previous life, so he bought an extra-large cup of original milk tea, ground the toast into pieces with a meat grinder, and added it to make a paste, which he could sip all day long.

Well...actually oatmeal milk tea is okay, but red bean and pearl milk tea are not okay, you have to chew them, and sometimes they make him feel nauseous.

If he drank too much milk tea, he would also make various rice porridges. He would also throw vegetables, meat, and rice porridge into a blender and then cook and eat them. However, it was very troublesome because he needed to turn on the stove. Later, he found that rice porridge for babies was a good substitute.

However, people around him didn't understand his behavior. They just regarded him as a freak. However, some overly enthusiastic classmates thought he had anorexia or depression and urged him to see a doctor every now and then.

Harold would initially explain to them that it was just a little quirk of his, and then he would have to explain to them why he thought the food was so good.

Later, there were so many people asking him that he got really annoyed, so when someone asked him, he simply told them that it was just his snack and he would eat something else.

He doesn't eat like this every day, just occasionally, occasionally. Besides, these are the foods that are most suitable for the physique of the curl king!

Harold took out the pocket biscuits that Nasrin gave him while muttering to himself. The pocket biscuits specially made by the ranger were very delicious and nutritious. It really gave Harold a good dining experience last time.

But now he was just hungry but had no desire to eat. If it were in his previous life, he would choose milk tea or vegetable porridge at this time. In Xumi City, he could also eat vegetable soup or some juice or dairy products.

But he only had a pocket cake in his hand. When Harold took a look at the round cake that he could hold in both hands, he felt a sour feeling in his stomach.

So he picked out the meat, eggs and vegetables from the pancake, filled a bowl with hot water, tore the pancake skin into small pieces and put them in.

When the small pieces of crust had absorbed enough water and become soft, Harold drank them along with the water.

The taste is good, because of the sauce on the crust, this dish is not bland, but gives him the feeling of drinking porridge with fermented bean curd.

Once his lab is built, he might be able to ask the locals to buy some sauces, and he must buy a meat grinder.

Put the pocket cake into the meat grinder, add the special sauce of the residents of Huacheng City, beat it into a paste, then add hot water. Hiss, it feels good just thinking about it.

Harold finished his meal and carefully packed the selected meat, eggs and vegetables back into the paper bag. He planned to feed these things to Sagu (Amir's ranger dog) sometime to destroy the evidence, but he couldn't let Nasrin know that he treated the food she sent him like this.

Then Harold made a "Forest Ranger's Special Drink" according to Nasrin's recipe.

Of course, he improved the recipe by removing the pepper and adding the tea he brought with him, as he really couldn't accept pepper with fruit tea.

After drinking the tea, Harold felt his mind became unusually clear.

Then start learning.

In response to Harold's call, "The Complete Collection of Xumi Ancient Characters" floated to his legs and turned to the page that Harold had seen before.

Harold picked up a pen and a notebook and began to copy the book. He had already read three quarters of the book. If he had not been too busy these days, he would have memorized the entire book. Unfortunately, he could only read through the first three quarters now, and he was still a long way from being able to memorize it.

Senior Kavi's society will hold activities this weekend, so he must speed up his learning process. To study the Red King, he has to look up information from a large number of ancient books. Many of those ancient books have not been translated, and some have been translated into a mess, so they must read the originals, so mastering the ancient Xumi characters is a must.

Although there are many ancient books in Xumi, many of them cannot be translated, and the meanings of some characters are completely lost in the changes of history. However, these characters are recorded in "The Complete Collection of Xumi Ancient Characters", but there is no comparison with the characters that appear in Xumi at the end.

However, there are some texts that cannot be translated at present, but their meanings can be guessed by comparing them with documents of the same period, because an ancient script of Xumi developed step by step over hundreds of years, and during this period it was also integrated with other scripts, and gradually became the script used by the people of Xumi today, just like the development of the flower-growing family's fonts went through oracle bone script → bronze script → large seal script → small seal script → official script → regular script.

This kind of Sumeru script has different appearances in different stages of history. In two stages, they can change greatly, just like the evolution of Chinese characters from large seal script to small seal script.

It may also give rise to many branches, just like the simplification of Chinese characters from official script to regular script.

It is also possible that the two stages of font styles may suddenly compromise and become a new style, just like the ancient flower growers created running script to make up for the defects of regular script being too slow to write and cursive script being difficult to recognize...

Some characters have either been lost or are now only used by a few small tribes in desert areas. For example, in addition to Chinese, there are also palindromes, Tibetan, Manchu, etc. These characters may have evolved to their current appearance.

"The Complete Collection of Xumi Ancient Characters" records almost all the characters used by all tribes in Xumi's history that can be found today, so it is as thick as a brick (although to some extent, it already is one now).

Harold studied by the light of the campfire. Feeling a little tired, he went to the water to wash his face. He also fed the food he had picked out to Sagu to destroy the evidence, and then continued studying after returning.

They studied until 5:30 in the morning. Gradually, the sounds of dogs and people could be heard in the city. Harold raised his head, rubbed his forehead, and went to the water to wash his face for the second time.

After coming back, he read for a while and soon heard light footsteps.

Nasrin woke up in the morning, washed up, put breakfast for two into her backpack and went to check on Harold. She deliberately lowered her footsteps for fear of disturbing the sleep of the young scholar, but when she saw Harold sitting by the extinguished fire reading a book from afar, she was startled and trotted to Harold's side.

"Good morning, Harold, you get up so early. You are the most diligent scholar I have ever seen. No wonder you know so much knowledge that I don't know. Is this the result of hard work?" Nasrin exclaimed.

"Good morning, Nasrin," Harold greeted with a smile, "It's just like this sometimes."

"Sometimes I am very good!" Nasrin said confidently. "Like me, I want to stay in bed for a few more hours every day, but I can't because I still have work to do. Have you eaten? By the way, did you eat the pocket biscuits I gave you yesterday?"

"I ate it because I was so hungry at night."

"That's great. Here, I brought you another one," Naslin took out the freshly made pocket biscuits.

This pocket pancake is still hot and the crust is crispy, you can tell it’s just out of the pan.

Harold thanked him and took the cake from Naslin. The fresh ingredients and the sauce visible between the crusts whetted his appetite.

Nasrin felt the temperature of the water in the iron pot and felt that it was suitable for making tea, so she made a cup of morning tea for each of them.

The two of them sat in front of the tent, eating pocket biscuits and drinking tea very comfortably, and time passed quietly during this time.

After finishing her meal, Nasrin wiped her hands and said, "Do you want to go check out your farm now? Or do you want to sit and digest it?"

"No, now, please," said Harold.

"Why are you still so polite? I thought we were already very familiar with each other," Naslin said dissatisfiedly, "Don't keep saying 'thank you' or 'thank you' to me. It makes me feel like we are still strangers. Count it yourself. How many times have you said 'thank you' to me from yesterday to now?"

"Hmm... I can't remember clearly, it seems like there are a lot. Okay, I will try my best to correct it. There's nothing I can do about it. Language habits are always hard to change," said Haroldt.

"I understand, I understand," Nasrin nodded in agreement. "Just like me, I can't help but lower my voice when I talk to you now, because you are wearing the student uniform of the Ordination College, and I always subconsciously think of you as a scholar who wants to observe wild animals. But please try your best, just think of it as understanding for me as a ranger, our work is very hard."

"'Try your best' is not 'make an effort', okay?" Nasrin tilted her head and smiled at Harold.

"it is good."

Harold nodded his assent.

Naslin smiled even more happily, she stood up and sorted out her clothes: "But before I go, there are a few things I must explain.

First, unlike where we are now, the deep rainforest is even more humid and hot, with air humidity over 80 percent. You will feel like you have walked into a steamer, your whole body will feel wet, and you may have difficulty breathing, so don't force yourself. Once you feel uncomfortable, tell me immediately and I will take you back.

This doesn't mean that you can't go again, but we want to bring you back 'first'. Not everyone can adapt to the climate deep in the rainforest the first time they enter there. For example, some of our rangers had to be carried out the first time they entered the rainforest, but they gradually got used to the climate there and can now patrol there alone.

So it's the same for you, don't worry that you won't have the chance to go back in once you get out, don't force yourself, if you can't get to your destination the first time, I will take you to slowly adapt until your body can adapt to going there. "

Harold: "Okay."

"Secondly, because of the hot and humid environment deep in the rainforest, sweat will stick to your body all the time, and your skin will feel uncomfortable. You may develop red spots, lumps, or inflammation. I have medicine that can relieve these symptoms. If you find yourself experiencing these symptoms, tell me immediately."

Harold nodded.

"Third, there are many insects in the rainforest. They will follow us all the way. We need to take protective measures. The best way is to change clothes. Look at me," Nasrin pointed to her pants.

Only then did Harold realize that Nasrin had changed her clothes today. She was no longer wearing black stockings, but long pants and riding boots, and her clothes had also been changed into long ones.

"I have prepared a set of clothes for you, go to my house and change into them right away," said Naslin.

"Ok."

"Finally, I want to ask you, are you full?" Nasrin asked.

"Of course," Harold nodded. He didn't know why Nasrin asked that.

"That's good. The interior of the rainforest is too humid, making a fire is very difficult. Plus there are so many mosquitoes, it's almost impossible for us to stop and eat. If possible, it's best not to drink water, otherwise you might be forced to taste the fireflies."

Harold: "Don't worry, I'm full. I'm not hungry or thirsty at all. It's no problem for me to go without food or water for the next half day."

"Well, well, let's go. First stop is my house. I'll get you a change of clothes!"

"Well, let's go."

Harold followed Nasrin to her house, and Nasrin took out a set of clothes similar to hers and handed them to Harold.

"It's clean and no one has ever worn it. Try it on and see if it fits you," said Nasrin.

Forest rangers will wear this kind of clothes when they need to patrol deep in the rainforest, but the times when they need to go deep in the rainforest are not many. Normally, they seldom go there by themselves. Only when some ignorant scholars of the Order Academy sneak into the rainforest will they put on special clothes and go in to capture those people.

When they caught scholars running into the rainforest, they would order them to change into the same clothes as them and bring them back, so every ranger had several sets of spare clothes at home.

Nasrin specifically took out the only set of clothes that no one else had worn for Harold. It was her own spare clothes. Although Harold said that he didn't care whether anyone had worn it or not, she still gave the brand new clothes to Harold.

When Harold came out of the bathroom after changing his clothes, Nasrin's eyes lit up. The young man in front of her looked polite even in the ranger's uniform, but the smart clothes added a heroic temperament to him.

Really good! Naslin admired it and praised it in her heart.

"I'm done changing, can we go now?"

"Let's go!" Naslin picked up her longbow and hung a special backpack around Harold's neck.

It was used to hold the plants. Harold had mentioned that he wanted to find the Dun Dun peaches, which were higher yielding and sweeter, so she suggested that he could take the bag with him and dig them up and put them in the bag if he came across them on the road.