Oregon sorrel was relatively common in the redwood forests of the West Coast of the United States. It was a unique plant that grew there. Its flowering period lasted from spring to early autumn. If a hiker was trapped in the woods and faced a crisis of food shortage, it was the right choice to use this plant to survive the danger. According to the classification, this plant was indeed edible, from the leaves to the roots.
However, Oregon sorrel contained a lot of oxalic acid. People could barely eat it, but not too much. If they wanted to eat it, try to eat the leaves and blanch them. Otherwise, it would cause oxalic acid poisoning, not to mention parrots that had low tolerance for oxalic acid.
Richard was so scared that it almost peed its pants. At the thought that it might lose its ability to fly, which was not very good in the first place, and might even suffer from kidney stones, becoming the object of everyone's ridicule, it regretted it so much that its intestines turned green.
"Hurry up! Do you have anything that makes me vomit? I want to vomit out what I just ate! "It was so anxious that it jumped up and down.
Zhang Zian laughed at it. "No, I didn't bring anything that makes you vomit. Drink more hot water!"
Drinking more hot water could melt the oxalic acid in the berries into the water and try to get it out of the body before it combined with calcium. Anyway, birds had rectal bowels.
He boiled a pot of light tea for himself and Old Time Tea to drink, but Richard drank more than anyone else. It drank so much that water came out of its throat. After drinking for a while, it peed, and it vomited and had diarrhea. When it finally cleared the berries from its stomach, the other elfins were already asleep.
Richard had covered up the movements in the forest when it was busy. When it was done, the surroundings of the tent quieted down, and the sounds in the forest seemed to have been amplified. As long as one listened carefully, one could hear something quietly wriggling under the leaves, or something flying in the night sky.
With the elfins, there was no need to worry about keeping watch at night. Famous laid its head sideways on a thin waterproof cloth. Because sound traveled faster on land than in the air, and the loss of sound was low, as long as a large animal or human approached, it would be able to hear the vibrations earlier and more clearly.
The spotted owl, which had no intention of leaving, could also be an excellent sentinel. Its night vision was even better than a cat's, and unlike some nearsighted cats, its field of vision was very far. Once it saw a dangerous animal approaching, it would definitely call out as a warning.
Theoretically, he should extinguish the campfire before going to bed in case of a fire. However, considering the actual condition of the Redwood Forest, where the air was too humid and there was no wind, the risk of a fire was infinitely close to zero. Besides, a fire could keep wild animals away and give him a sense of security. Therefore, he added a few pieces of wood to the fire and let it burn. Then, he crawled into his sleeping bag in the tent.
The light from the fire shone on the branches, casting strange shadows on the tent that looked like demons baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.
He forced himself to close his eyes and not look or let his imagination run wild. He glanced at his phone. The light representing the elfin was still flashing in front of him. The distance between them had been shortened and was no longer so far away.
After an unknown amount of time, he fell asleep to Richard's moaning.
There was only a thin tent between the tent and the forest. Any movement in the forest could be clearly heard through the tent. He slept very lightly. He woke up a few times during the night, but nothing happened.
The next morning, the fog was still there, but it was a little lighter than the day before.
The campfire had extinguished itself in the second half of the night. As soon as he crawled out of his sleeping bag, he felt a chill enveloping his body. It was the kind of damp and cold that southern China people were familiar with. The humidity was so high that it quickly took away the heat from the surface of his body and the sleeping bag.
Zhang Zian first looked up at the top of the tree. The spotted owl was still there. It closed its eyes and pretended to be asleep. Hearing him walk out of the tent, it only opened one eye to look at him.
When he tore open a bag of jerky, it flew down from the branch on its own without needing to be told. It circled around and couldn't find a place to land, so he tentatively stretched out his left arm. It probably felt that it was a good branch to hold, so it landed on his arm. Its claws were like steel pincers, and it firmly grasped his forearm. Waiting for the meal, it swallowed the jerky that was sent to its mouth without hesitation.
After feeding the jerky, he took advantage of the fact that it hadn't flown away yet. He nervously lifted one of its wings to take a look — mainly because he was afraid that it would turn around and peck him. The burn marks under its wings had eased, and he could see that new pink flesh had begun to grow, gradually replacing the parts that had been burnt by the electric sparks. With the tenacious vitality of wild animals, it would probably take a few more days for it to regain its normal flying and hunting abilities.
After breakfast, he packed up the tent and continued his journey. His backpack was a little lighter.
"When will the fog disperse?" Fina finally couldn't help but complain. Although it enjoyed the coolness here, the humidity really made it uncomfortable. Its hair hadn't been dry from morning to night.
"The weather here is like this. If it weren't for the fog, there wouldn't be such a dense red shirt growing here. One-third of the water that the red shirts need comes from the fog. It's the fog that creates the vast red shirt forest here." Zhang Zian advised, "Bear with it. At least today is better than yesterday."
Although Fina was complaining, it also knew that the weather was not something that mere mortals could control. Even the gods of ancient Egypt might not be able to control this place.
When it was almost noon, Famous, who was leading the way, suddenly smelled an unusual smell.
"There was a group of animals passing through here, probably yesterday or the day before yesterday," it stopped and reported to Zhang Zian.
"Oh?"
Zhang Zian walked over and found the shape of hooves in the wet soil. Some were big and some were small, and it seemed that they were walking in a group towards the southeast.
He wasn't a professional hunter, but he knew that there were only two kinds of large artiodactyl animals in this forest: deer and bison. However, there were very few bison, and the footprints of bison were much larger, so he was basically sure that a group of deer had passed through here not long ago.
As for what kind of deer it was, he didn't have the ability to distinguish the breed of deer from the footprints.
"Should we follow and take a look?" Old Time Tea suggested, knowing that the zombie deer was one of the key points of this trip to the United States. It was directly related to the mystery of the Leshi dog food.
Zhang Zian didn't agree or disagree. He asked, "Famous, which way did Mike go?"
Famous replied, "At present, his smell is zigzagging towards the northwest."
Southeast, northwest, south, north and south.
Zhang Zian thought about it. Although the zombie deer was important, the missing Megan's life was at stake. Obviously, the latter was more urgent.
"Let's continue to track Mike. As for the deer … let's not chase the deer. Let the deer chase us."
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