Ye Feng quickly estimated in his mind that he still had more than half a bag of salt left.
That's about 450 grams, enough to last a month without any problems.
If they could extract salt from these two sumac trees, they would be able to completely afford salt.
After the tree fell, the two men each took a jar and began scraping the salt grains off the bark with a knife.
After scraping, we started picking the fruit…
The fruit of the sumac tree grows in clusters, about the size of cherries, and is somewhat similar to the fruit of the camphor tree.
Crystallized salt grains tightly surround the red berries, as if they were covered with a layer of white frost.
Ye Feng took a small bite and found that this salt was not as salty as table salt.
But the quantity is indeed large; there are at least 30 fruits hanging on a single branch.
Each fruit contains at least three or four milligrams of salt.
The situation was better than he had imagined.
So the two of them worked even harder.
As time went by, the two originally intact trees gradually began to disintegrate and were torn apart.
Half an hour later, the tree bark, roots that could be dug up, fruit, leaves, and some small branches...
The two of them took everything without missing a single one, bundling them up like firewood into two small bundles and stuffing them into their backpacks.
"Brother Feng, do you need these branches and leaves too? There's only a little bit, they won't burn for long as firewood."
Zhan Pengfei felt that using tree branches was unnecessary. If he wanted firewood, he would have been better off choosing larger, more durable eucalyptus trees.
"What do you know? Would I do something useless?"
Ye Feng slung the backpack over his shoulder, weighed it in his hand, and found the weight to be acceptable.
"Everyone says that the sumac tree is covered in bumps. Although there is no salt on its branches, I can make it produce salt."
"Leaves turning into salt?"
Zhan Pengfei's face was full of doubt; he didn't quite understand.
"What? You don't believe me?"
No, no, no.
Zhan Pengfei chuckled foolishly and shook his head repeatedly.
He certainly wouldn't believe it if others said that, but for Ye Feng, it's hard to say.
After all, everything he did and said was initially unbelievable, but later, it all succeeded.
"Hehe~ I believe you! I believe you!"
Let's go.
The two shouldered their backpacks and left the place.
When they released the birch trees back into the forest, Tang Weiwei and her team worked much faster than the others.
He was sitting on a small bundle of birch branches, chatting with a few people.
Upon seeing Ye Feng, Tang Weiwei picked up the bundle of birch branches and handed it to him.
"Why did you two take so long? We finished a long time ago."
Let's see if these things will work.
Ye Feng took the birch branch and examined it carefully for a while.
It must be said that Tang Weiwei, as a master archer, is naturally excellent at selecting materials.
There were more than 60 arrow shafts in total, all of which had their joints removed. They were not only straight, but also about the same size as the arrow shafts used today.
Just go back, polish and straighten it, apply some lard for polishing, attach the arrow, and it's ready to use.
"Well done, these arrows should be ready by tonight. Our harvest is good too..."
As he spoke, he unzipped his backpack, revealing the bundle of sumac branches and leaves to everyone.
Tang Weiwei frowned slightly, clearly not understanding what this meant.
"You... went for more than half an hour and only found some branches and leaves?"
"Oh dear, Brother Dawei, you don't understand."
Zhan Pengfei immediately picked up the conversation excitedly.
"This is a branch of the sumac tree. Brother Feng said he can turn this into salt."
"So much salt! We can eat as much as we want now!"
"Whoa..."
Everyone was taken aback. Although they didn't know what Ye Feng was going to do, since he had said so, there must be no problem.
This is an acknowledgment of his abilities.
"That's really good news."
"Brother, you're really something. You can even turn leaves into salt. Is there anything in this world you can't do?"
Ye Feng didn't reply, but just looked at the sunlight that was almost completely blocked by the leaves above his head.
Based on past experience, he knew it must be 3 o'clock now.
"Let's go, we should still be about two kilometers from the camp. Let's hurry and try to get there tonight."
"OK."
After saying this, the group stopped resting and continued on their journey.
Ye Feng wasn't impatient; he just had too much to do.
They made arrows, refined salt, crafted blowguns, and completely transformed the sap of the fruit tree into weapons.
Find a way to improve Zhan Pengwu's spiked club, and also master the compound bow...
And preparations for potentially facing other challengers.
Each of these tasks requires an immense amount of effort and dedication.
Ye Feng had no idea that if he continued to be so intensely and endlessly on edge, he would one day collapse from a mental breakdown.
He really wanted to rest for two days without any worries and not have to worry about anything.
His teammates could help him with some of the physical work, but no one could help him with the mental pressure.
He must always be prepared for any potential dangers that may arise in the future.
He had no idea what tricks the production team would use against him next time.
I'm so tired, both mentally and physically.
Ye Feng couldn't understand it; he just wanted to get 1 million from this outrageous prize pool.
For the production team and the boss behind the scenes, they are just a drop in the ocean, so why do they have to keep targeting them?
Sometimes he even felt that this disgusting and perverted program seemed to have been created specifically for him.
The feeling of being constantly treated as prey by everyone is really, really unpleasant.
"Damn it! Forget it, let's do our best and leave the rest to fate."
"Sigh... Grandma, if I fail, you won't blame me, right?"
Ye Feng glanced furtively at the sky and sighed inwardly.
But grumbling aside, life goes on.
He was determined to win the grand prize no matter what. He and his companions had gone through so much life and death; if they didn't get a satisfactory reward, they would die with regrets.
Thinking of this, he reluctantly quickened his pace...
More than an hour later, it was around 4:30 in the afternoon.
The sun was already showing signs of setting, and the light in the jungle was gradually turning dim and yellowish.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the dense foliage, scattering across the ground like tiny, pale yellow specks of graffiti.
And just then...
"Beep beep beep!"
Ye Feng's watch suddenly emitted a familiar notification sound.
The highly modern sound effects seemed out of place in the tranquility of the jungle.
Everyone was startled and looked at Ye Feng. The last time it was this loud was when Chou Chou called.
"Hold!"
Ye Feng cursed under his breath. He didn't want to see that clown face at all; it never brought anything good.
But what can he do?
Having no other option, he raised his arm to take a look...
Surprisingly, Chou Chou did not appear; only one message appeared on the screen.
And what was written above was just a line of Chinese characters…
"There is an ambush 800 meters to the northwest."
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