"Although it sounds a bit unacceptable, this is actually the only way," Lu Zhe's words this time obtained general approval from everyone.
There was no need to talk about nitrate ore, that stuff was hard to come by. Without a big pot, using the only thing that could be used to fry food - the steel helmet - to boil feces was a bit inhuman.
Moreover, even if it was used, turning the camp into hell might not necessarily collect much.
The containers were too small to qualify to boil feces!
"So how exactly should we do it, build a dry toilet?"
Lu Zhe nodded: "Although flush toilets are good, currently everyone can only endure a bit for the nitrate."
The few girls had difficult expressions on their faces.
"What's wrong? Weren't we like this before? Think about the swing latrine?"
Lin Qianqian's face turned red. "It's not the same! Every time we would bury it afterwards!"
Tang Xiaoguo shrugged. "Yeah, we're all fairies, how could fairies let others see that kind of thing?"
Jiang Yao sighed: "Fruit, think about the strawberry seeds!"
"Don't mention that dark history!"
Ning Shu asked somewhat tangledly: "Lu Zhe, do we really have to leave it open without burying it?"
"It's not leaving it open, it needs to be placed in a shaded area, and can't be poured on by rain! After leaving it for a period of time the nitrate salt can be collected."
Shen Bing supplemented: "Ours plus the cows', after two weeks, we can have some reserves of nitrate salt."
Lu Zhe nodded: "Tomorrow I'll dig a pit near the camp, then build a brick wall around it, it can be used as a simple dry toilet. Everyone should go to that place to use the toilet these days!"
The girls looked at each other, each with exceptionally complex expressions.
"Alright everyone, sleep earlier, there's still important work waiting for us tomorrow."
"Mm, good night!"
"Good night!"
"Lu Zhe, aren't you going to wash up?"
"Mm, I'll just wipe myself down."
"Can you reach your back?"
"..."
Another day passed, the camp lost a few beautiful flowers, gained a box of nitrate salt that could be used for refrigeration, and the roof also changed from palm leaves into crocodile skin.
It lost some sweetness, and gained some fierceness.
August 13th, the 65th day stranded on the deserted island, Saturday!
Waking up early in the morning, finally no one was annoying.
The weather was still humid, but everyone's condition was clearly much better.
There was a lot of work, the tasks were complex and heavy.
After eating a little, Lu Zhe hurriedly entered work mode.
He first fixed up the kiln with Shen Bing, and put in the bricks that were dried overnight last night, lighting a fire to conduct high temperature calcination.
During the firing process, he and Ning Shu found a place in the woods near the camp.
It was under a rock. There were also tree branches above, a good place to build a dry toilet.
Lu Zhe dug a pit underneath, then used big and small rocks to build it up inside.
On top he tied the swing latrine.
A simple dry toilet was completed.
When nitrate ore was found, or when the reserves of nitrate were almost used up, it could be buried, and a clean and sanitary flowing water latrine could be used instead!
With the latrine done, the first batch of bricks had just finished firing when he returned.
During this time, Lu Zhe started measuring under the banyan tree. Then he built up the earth to make the uneven ground with roots flat, as the foundation.
After the second batch of bricks were fired, he built them into a 2 by 2 meters by 40 centimeters tall square brick frame.
Then outside these brick frames he piled a lot of sand, and finally poured water into the sand.
As the water evaporated, it would take away some of the temperature from the bricks, and the bricks would take away the heat inside, thus achieving a cooling effect.
Laying grass mats and bear fur inside to increase comfort, using palm leaves above as a cover to prevent cool air from escaping, the principle was exactly the same as a soil refrigerator.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
