"Don't be shy with me."
Martha straightened his collar.
"If it's too cold in that house, I can come back anytime."
" Aruk, go see Su Wei off."
Old Kash has spoken.
"Slow down, the snow is getting heavy."
"Okay!"
Aruk grabbed the car keys and casually pulled out his thick windproof jacket.
"Come on, let me show you my Mount Akina driving skills."
"No need, it's already very late. I can drive back myself, so as not to make Aruk drive back and forth, it's too late and dangerous."
Su Wei stood up, waved his hand, walked to the door, took off his clothes, and put them on.
Aruk hesitated for a moment, but still followed him out.
The two walked out of the house.
The biting cold wind instantly sobered me up.
That old pickup truck had turned into a white snowdrift in the wind and snow.
"Really, you don't need me to take you? Good bro?"
Aruk skillfully cleared the snow off the windshield and started the engine.
The old exhaust pipe emitted a violent coughing sound, which then subsided.
He looked at Su Wei and asked.
"No need, just take my equipment down. I still need that fishing gear."
Su Wei patted the front of the car with a smile, while Aruk shrugged helplessly.
He opened the car door, took the fishing tackle box from the back seat, turned around and handed it over.
"Hey, Su Wei."
Aruk handed it to Su Wei, Su Wei took it and examined it briefly.
"When you asked about the camera, were you really planning to film a video? Or were you preparing to document Laurent's hunting trip?"
"Maybe."
Su Wei organized the equipment in the fishing tackle box, arranging it neatly.
"I want to try and document it. If I really manage to hunt that big guy, it will be the best calling card."
Aruk did not ask any further questions.
Although he was usually very talkative, he could always sense that Su Wei needed quiet at times like this.
After Su Wei put the fishing tackle box back into the Raptor, he skillfully started the pickup truck and got into the driver's seat.
With a roar, the engine started.
The car window rolled down, Su Wei leaned against it, waving to Aruk.
Thanks, bro.
"Goodbye!"
Aruk stood still and waved at him.
"Goodbye!"
Su Wei closed the car window and drove away from the houses.
Aruk's figure gradually blurred in the wind, with the dim yellow streetlights receding on both sides.
Su Wei drove straight ahead, making several turns before entering the main road of his territory.
The streetlights on both sides were gradually replaced by rows of tall, black spruce trees, which stood like two wooden walls in place.
After driving for about forty minutes, a fork in the road appeared ahead.
He easily turned onto the dirt road and drove straight ahead.
Until a faint light appeared ahead.
That was the Su Wei wooden house.
Through the car window, Su Wei could see the orange motion-sensor light at the entrance of the wooden house.
At the window next to the door, a fluffy little head was pressed against the glass.
It's Cotton Candy.
The little white fox had clearly heard the engine and was anxiously scratching at the window frame.
Su Wei parked the pickup truck, opened the door, and a gust of cold wind blew in.
He turned around, stepping through the ankle-deep snow, and walked towards the wooden door.
Perhaps becoming a wilderness-themed video blogger is actually a good idea?
So, let's start by documenting Laurent's commission: the hunt for that brown bear.
He needs to consider what equipment to buy.
Su Wei looked up at the sky. The blizzard seemed to have subsided a bit, and a crack appeared in the dark clouds, revealing half a pale moon.
He pushed open the door, and the warmth from the radiator inside, along with the scent of pine, wafted out.
A rubbing sound came from the first floor; it was Cotton Candy rubbing against the wooden door.
Chapter 149 The Industrialization Vision of Sweet Gold, The Eve of the Groundbreaking Ceremony for a Large Exhibition Hall
The morning sunlight streamed through the frosted glass of the second-floor bedroom, casting soft, dappled patterns of light onto the waxed hardwood floors.
Su Wei opened his eyes, and his right hand instinctively reached under the pillow.
His fingertips touched the cold, hard stock of the Browning, and the familiar sensation relaxed his tense body, causing him to sink back into the soft bed.
Turning my head to the side, I saw that the digital clock on the bedside table showed 08:15.
For him, who was used to getting up at four or five in the morning, this could be considered sleeping in.
The trolling operation in the Bering Sea, coupled with the fatigue from driving back overnight, had indeed taken a toll on his physical strength.
Fortunately, I slept very soundly.
A warm, heavy pressure came from my legs.
One corner of the blanket was pressed down tightly, and the Cotton Candy, transformed into a small white fluffy ball, was curled up at his ankle.
The little guy's fluffy tail covered his wet black nose, rising and falling with his breath as he slept soundly, occasionally letting out soft whimpering in his sleep, perhaps dreaming of something delicious.
Su Wei carefully withdrew her foot, not wanting to disturb the little white ball of fluff, and gently rolled out of bed.
After a quick wash, Su Wei went downstairs and into the kitchen.
Before long, the aroma of roasted coffee beans filled the entire room after being rinsed with hot water.
The butter sizzled in the frying pan as he fried three strips of bacon and two runny eggs on one side, the edges of which were crispy while the center remained tender and runny.
He quickly finished his breakfast with two slices of golden-brown toast.
Perhaps drawn by the aroma of meat, Cotton Candy, still half-asleep, wobbled downstairs and whimpered anxiously under the table, her sapphire-blue eyes fixed on Su Wei with wide, watery eyes.
"You little glutton."
Su Wei smiled and tossed in a small piece of bacon that he had deliberately fried without salt, until it was dry and crispy.
The little white fox leaped through the air, caught the snatch precisely, and contentedly retreated to the corner of the sofa to enjoy its prize.
He didn't plan to go out with a gun on this day.
Su Wei, holding a steaming cup of coffee, sat down at the sturdy long wooden table in the living room and opened the screen of the slightly old Dell laptop.
With Starlink, the spinning icon during webpage loading has finally become a thing of the past.
He entered a few keywords into the search bar: commercial production of birch syrup.
The screen flickered, displaying data, flowcharts, and images of stainless steel equipment.
Su Wei took a deep breath, took out a brand new kraft paper notebook from the drawer, and uncapped the fountain pen.
His gaze was focused, the pen tip hovering over the paper.
"Birch syrup is mainly composed of fructose and glucose. Its sugar content is lower than maple syrup, typically only around 1%. This means that approximately 100 to 110 gallons of sap are needed to produce just one gallon of finished syrup."
Su Wei wrote down the ratio 110:1 on the paper and drew a heavy circle next to it.
In contrast, the ratio of maple syrup is only 40:1.
The nearly three-fold difficulty in concentration is why birch syrup can sell for several dollars per ounce in the high-end market and is even hailed as the "black gold of the forest."
His gaze seemed to penetrate the wall, looking towards the eastern side of the territory.
There is a wild birch forest there, covering an area of about forty acres.