"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.

lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”