He was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. The feeling of surviving a crisis and being able to see his close companions again was something only he could truly understand at that moment…

This was the first time Ye Feng had ever seen Fu Changxiong shed tears, and he gently patted Fu Changxiong's shoulder...

He jokingly remarked:

"Nobita, you can't die! Otherwise, my treehouse fortress won't be finished. Look..."

As he spoke, he pointed to the newly erected frame behind him…

"Without you as the laborer, Little Stutterer and I have been working for almost an entire afternoon and only made this little progress."

Get well soon, I almost died in the wild trying to save you.

You must make it up to me with concrete actions.

"hey-hey…"

Fu Changxiong smiled憨厚ly, unaware of how many times Ye Feng had saved him.

Unable to express himself verbally, he could only nod and smile foolishly.

"Okay! I can do it right now!"

He was just about to get up when he suddenly felt dizzy and his brain spun, even more so than when he was drunk.

He couldn't muster any strength in his body.

Seeing that he was about to fall, Ye Feng and Qi Xiaojie quickly supported his arms.

They helped him to a tree to lean against...

"Don't try to be brave. You've lost so much blood, it's not going to be easy for you to recover."

Let's keep him alive for now. We have a lot of work to do, and you'll have plenty to do later.

"Come on, drink this first."

Ye Feng took the wooden jar from Liu Sisi and handed it to him.

Upon hearing this, Fu Changxiong could only nod and drink all the fishy-smelling offal soup.

Although he was simple-minded, he knew that his current body was so weak that even a gust of wind could blow him over.

The biggest contribution I can make to the team right now is to get better as soon as possible and not cause any trouble for Ye Feng.

After chatting for a while, Ye Feng and Qi Xiaojie resumed their work.

He glanced at the sky and guessed that it was around 4 p.m.

The treehouse platform framework is now more than half complete.

The "米" (rice) shaped framework is only missing three strokes.

He estimated that if they worked quickly, they could definitely finish before dark.

However, he does not intend to finish it today.

Because if that were the case, they would have to sleep on the bare wooden frame tonight.

There's not even room for a stove...

Once the fire is lost, even though this place is called their camp, it will be completely destroyed once night falls.

They would instantly fall from the top of the food chain to become meat on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

Even a spider the size of a fingernail can easily take their lives.

Having experienced it firsthand last night, Ye Feng was absolutely convinced of this.

So he decided to lay down a corner of the floor first and get through the night first.

Because of the high oxygen content in the Amazon, those small trees that you usually see in the city...

Everyone who comes here will grow to be incredibly tall.

The camphor tree at Ye Feng's feet was also like this, not only tall but also with many branches.

This will make laying the flooring much easier and save a lot of trouble.

He simply needs to lay the appropriately sized pieces of wood horizontally along these frames.

Then, following the method for tying up a raft, use a wavy tying technique with alternating high and low points. This will easily secure it. "~

This not only saves time and effort, but also conserves a lot of vines.

Ye Feng taught Qi Xiaojie as he went, and once Qi Xiaojie had fully learned and was able to operate the equipment, he began to build the roof.

The rains in the Amazon are always unpredictable, especially if it's just the two of them...

Just wear a raincoat and bear with it; the night will pass quickly.

But now there are three wounded, even though they seem to have survived.

But if getting caught in the rain worsens the condition, then it would truly be a case of losing more than you gain.

As I said before, whether in the city or in the wilderness, we must cultivate the good habit of being prepared for unforeseen circumstances.

Minimize risks and increase the margin for error; this is the right way to survive.

When Ye Feng chose this tree, he had already envisioned the basic construction plan for the treehouse.

That's why he only sawed off some branches in the central area of ​​the tree.

Those outer branches were the natural framework he deliberately left out to build the roof.

Simply tie a long, round log to it, and then tie the other end to the branch in the center of the treehouse.

Then place some short pieces of wood horizontally on top and tie them with vines.

Once the frame is in place, simply cover it with moss and palm leaves.

It might be quite complicated for someone doing this job for the first time.

But this was Ye Feng's third time building a treehouse, and he was already very familiar with many of the steps and fixed binding methods.

With the two of them working together, the speed was much faster than the first time.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, the sun slowly began to set behind the mountains, and the light dimmed considerably.

Finally, as he put down the last palm leaf, the roof and platform were completed.

The platform is fan-shaped and only about six or seven square meters.

Although it's a semi-finished product, it should still have enough sleeping space to accommodate 5 people.

At this moment, Ye Feng and Qi Xiaojie were suspended on the edge of the platform, their four legs swinging casually...

They were enjoying the afterglow of the setting sun with a contented expression.

They were soaked to the bone and exhausted.

But I felt very fulfilled and satisfied inside.

As it turns out, the sense of accomplishment and pride that comes from making something with your own hands is unparalleled.

A moment later, Qi Xiaojie took off his glasses, wiped the sweat from his face, and sniffed his clothes with a look of disgust…

"Feng... Brother Feng, have you... noticed that we... smell really bad?"

Ye Feng tilted his head slightly, sniffed his clothes, and his smile vanished instantly…

A strong stench of sweat, mixed with a hint of blood, assaulted my nostrils.

It stinks even worse than a homeless person on the street.

With a sullen face, he took off his clothes, his expression suggesting he was disgusted with himself.

Ye Feng wrung out his clothes, and countless beads of sweat dripped out.

This shows how much sweat it produces…

Not only that. Because the survival tasks were so demanding, they were sweating almost every day and had no time to take care of themselves.

My hair and cheeks were always oily.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Since they escaped that hillside, they had never washed their clothes again.

Actually, everyone in the team smells bad, but we've gotten used to it because we've been together for so long.

He shook his head, feeling that he couldn't continue living like this.

In the wild, survival is of course the most important thing, but civilization must never be lost.

I'm a modern person, and in just over a month I've turned into a savage. What kind of person am I?

Thinking of this, Ye Feng stood up and sat there for a while. He then felt his underwear sticking to his buttocks.

My clothes were sticky all over, as if they were covered in glue, which was extremely uncomfortable.

He stroked his chin, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke:

"Little stutterer, come on, let me take you for a bath."