"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.

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.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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."

uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.