"Well……"
Fu Changxiong was speechless and awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
"How could I use my brain? You've always been the one making the decisions."
"Hey, how about this? It's getting late, let's skip today, set up camp first, and figure out what to do tomorrow."
Ye Feng didn't reply; it was clear he was still unwilling to give up.
He knew very well that Fu Changxiong's suggestion was very reasonable.
But he disliked the feeling of setting a goal, having it right in front of him, yet being unable to achieve it on time.
Just like when he used to deliver food, he never missed a delivery.
Since it's a plan, it must be completed on time.
"Smoke it with smoke? Shoot it with an arrow? Pick it with your hands? Fire...arrow...fire..."
He stroked his chin, murmuring softly, carefully searching his mind for the knowledge he had learned.
Twenty seconds later, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, his eyes widened...
"Rocket!"
The sudden roar startled Fu Changxiong.
Before he could speak, Ye Feng asked first:
"Da Xiong, did you bring the jar that held the lard this morning?"
Fu Changxiong thought for two seconds, then quickly opened his backpack, rummaged around for a while, and took out the lard jar.
Do you want the jar or the oil?
Ye Feng quickly took it; most of the oil was gone, only some remained on the bottom and sides of the jar…
So much time had passed that the lard had solidified into a white layer, like a layer of wall ash.
"Haha. That's enough!"
Ye Feng smiled excitedly, quickly unpacked his backpack, and rummaged through the inner layers for a while...
He took out three small, cone-shaped black fruits and several clumps of sticky substance that looked like boogers.
Fu Changxiong took a closer look…
"Pine cones and resin? Dude, what's the use of that stuff?"
"Build a rocket!"
Ye Feng smiled confidently. He had picked up these two items on his journey a couple of days ago.
I never expected it would come in so handy at this time.
He has had this habit ever since he started playing the game.
Anything that could potentially increase the chances of survival.
He always tries to keep some on hand so that he can take it out when he needs it.
After all, the jungle is fraught with danger, and you never know when you might encounter peril.
Having more usable materials and equipment on hand will keep me from panicking.
The reason Ye Feng and his companions have survived to this day, besides their knowledge and luck, is because they are always prepared for the worst and think ahead even in times of peace.
Because he always believed that life is always reserved for those who are prepared.
Right now, this good habit has helped him a lot again.
"I'm going to use these things to make a few rockets and burn that damn hornet's nest to ashes."
After a few seconds of stunned silence, Fu Changxiong clapped his hands and immediately understood what Ye Feng was about to do…
"Wow, bro, it's just a small torch."
Then, using a compound bow to fire, the honeycomb is full of dry material, which can be ignited very quickly.
"Oh dear! You scholars really do have sharp minds; I never could have come up with that idea!"
Fu Changxiong suddenly realized, but while admiring Ye Feng, he also seemed to realize that something was missing.
It took me a moment to remember…
"Wait a minute, brother, we left the pot to Tang Weiwei and the others. How are we going to render the lard and pine resin?"
Ye Feng's smile remained unchanged as he pulled an entrenching tool from his bag.
This thing isn't as good as a pot, but at least it's made of steel, so it's perfect for frying and boiling.
Fu Changxiong nodded repeatedly, his admiration for Ye Feng growing even stronger.
He always felt that, apart from Ye Feng, probably no one else would dare to say the saying "there are always more solutions than problems".
"I'm going to gather firewood..."
He immediately began searching the surrounding area.
Ye Feng wasn't idle either; he estimated that it should be around 5 o'clock now.
After acquiring the weapons, we still need to build a camp. Time is tight, so we must hurry.
He took out a knife and cut the cone-shaped pine cone in two from top to bottom...
Then, the two fruit pieces were sandwiched under the arrow and secured with vines.
In fact, if the vines were burned, the burning pine cones would fall off, and the rocket would not be made.
Therefore, he could only shoot the vine into the beehive and ignite it before the vine broke.
Time may seem very tight, but for a compound bow, as long as you aim, one second is enough.
Following this method, Ye Feng made three rockets in a row.
About ten minutes later, Fu Changxiong also returned carrying some withered tree branches.
The lighter ignited a flame, and the fire quickly blazed up.
Ye Feng first scraped the lard out of the jar, melted it on a shovel, and poured it over the pine cones under the arrowheads.
Then I spent some time melting the pine resin and poured it on top as before.
In this way, a simple rocket was formed.
Without delay, the two immediately headed towards the hornet's nest.
Upon seeing the beehive, both of them couldn't help but swallow hard, and their pace slowed down automatically.
Countless wasps were perched outside the hive, like sentries on guard.
"Brother, let's not go any further. If they catch up, we're doomed."
Fu Changxiong hid nervously behind Ye Feng.
He's not usually this timid; clearly, the large bump on the back of his neck is a constant reminder to him not to mess with the wasps.
The two were hiding behind a tree trunk, peeking out to examine the beehive.
Ye Feng estimated that he was about 60 meters away from the honeycomb.
This distance was clearly beyond his maximum firing range.
"No. It's too far, at least 40 meters. Keep going."
Fu Changxiong had no choice but to follow him…
The two men crept forward stealthily, like thieves, hiding among the tree trunks.
Finally, after advancing for a few minutes, Ye Feng reached a position about 35 meters away.
Here, they could already hear that eerie yet familiar sound of wings flapping.
Although he has three rockets, in reality, he may only have one chance.
Because Ye Feng didn't know whether the swarm of wasps would fly out to find him after he shot the first arrow.
Therefore, it is best to hit the target with one arrow.
He casually plucked a blade of grass from the roadside, measured the wind speed and altitude, and then slowly raised his bow and arrow to aim.
This distance is still not his forte, but fortunately the hornet's nest is big enough and oval-shaped, so the area of attack is wide enough.
20 seconds later…
"Nobita, light the fire..."
Fu Changxiong immediately pried open the lighter cap and lit it with a "snap".
With lard and pine resin as fuel, a sizable flame immediately shot up on the arrow.
"You've been stinging people indiscriminately, you should all die now."
After saying that, Ye Feng released his right hand.
"Whoosh!"
The rocket shot out rapidly, tracing a beautiful arc upwards before embedding itself directly beneath the hornet's nest...
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