"The pH value should be strictly controlled within the slightly acidic range of 5.5 to 6.5."
The pen tip scratched softly on the notebook.
The primeval redwood forests surrounding Kodiak Island are covered with wild polar moss.
Bring your tools and dig it up; you won't even need to spend a penny.
But digging is only the simplest step.
The real challenge is how to ensure that these plants, adapted to the wild environment, can survive for a long time in a constant-temperature, dry indoor environment.
Furthermore, their original activity must be preserved.
This involves complex microenvironment humidity control and spectral simulation.
Time flies by amidst an extremely high volume of information intake.
The sky outside the window gradually darkened.
The wind and snow lashed against the double-glazed windows, making a dull rustling sound.
The fireplace inside the room glowed dimly, with only the screen emitting a cold blue light that illuminated Su Wei's focused face.
Occasionally, the sounds of turning pages and typing could be heard.
Two hours passed.
The first professional book, which is over two hundred pages long, has already been more than half read.
The hard copy next to it was filled with four full pages of environmental parameters and filtering formulas.
Su Wei stopped writing with his pen.
He closed his eyes and rubbed the dry area around his eyes and nose.
The large amount of unfamiliar data crammed into the brain in a short period of time caused significant mental fatigue.
Just then...
A faint, pale blue light silently glided across the edge of my retina.
There were no text prompts.
However, it appears in the system interface at the corner of the field of view.
The icon for the Crafting Module suddenly flashed.
Immediately following, a very blurry dotted progress bar extends from below the icon.
This feedback confirmed his earlier deductions.
This is precisely the system's response to capturing a wealth of expertise, preparing to generate new skills.
The route is completely correct.
Once the remaining theories are fully digested, they can be applied in conjunction with real-world materials.
The entirely new Ecological Landscaping techniques will definitely be fully activated.
With the support of the skill panel.
Even though Matt's construction team only built a concrete frame.
Charles longed for a palace imbued with a primal sense of oppression, which he could also build himself.
Su Wei opened his eyes, the weariness in them replaced by a sharp glint.
He gripped the mouse again, ready to click on the next chapter.
Suddenly, the silence on the right side of the table was broken.
The phone screen lights up.
Then came a rapid vibration, and the phone hit the table with a muffled buzzing sound.
Su Wei turned his head away.
The caller ID only displays a short name.
Black.
This reclusive and demanding top-tier hunter rarely uses modern communication tools.
The number of times I proactively make phone calls can be counted on one hand.
Su Wei picked up her phone and swiped to answer.
There was no usual small talk.
Black's rough, deep voice came directly through the receiver.
The background noise included the whimpers of puppies and the heavy breathing of the mother dog.
Bella gave birth.
"Come here quickly."
beep.
The call ended abruptly, and the call was disconnected instantly.
The notification sound echoed in the quiet wooden cabin.
Su Wei held his phone, his gaze shifting to the dimly lit snowfield outside the window.
The mixed-breed female dog with top hunting pedigree has given birth.
This means that the legacy and promise of the wilderness hunters have come to be fulfilled.
Chapter 180 The Contract of the Wilderness
The call was disconnected.
The notification sound echoed in the quiet wooden cabin.
Su Wei held her phone, her gaze passing over the computer screen and landing on the dimly lit snowfield outside the window.
The mixed-breed female dog with top hunting pedigree has given birth.
This means that the legacy and promise of the wilderness hunters have come to be fulfilled.
Su Wei pressed the save button on his laptop, and the Ecological Landscaping parameters on the screen were saved.
He immediately closed the computer screen and stood up.
He used his left hand to sweep the birch shavings from the table into the trash can, then put the carving knife back into the slot in the toolbox and fastened the latch.
He turned and walked to the coat rack, pulling down the black windproof jacket from the hook.
He pulled the metal zipper down from the bottom of his sleeves to his chin, his arms slipping through the sleeves.
Then, he grabbed the leather windproof gloves from the shoe cabinet, but didn't go out immediately.
Su Wei turned and walked towards the storage room on the right side of the wooden house, pushed open the wooden door, and stopped in front of the black gun rack against the wall.
On a snowy night with temperatures dropping to minus twenty-two degrees Celsius, the wilderness of Kodiak Island was gripped by extreme hunger.
A sudden drop in temperature will force adult brown bears that are not in deep hibernation to come out of their dens.
They frantically search for high-calorie food at the edge of the woodland.
Going to the suburbs alone, even if it's only a 20-minute drive, empty-handed is a fatal violation.
This is Su Wei's basic quality as a professional hunter.
He extended his right hand, grasped the stock of the Browning rifle, and pulled the gun out of its slot.
He slung the rifle over his right shoulder.
He then took the Alaska Harpoon Survival Knife off his tactical belt.
After checking the sharpness of the carbon steel blade, he sheathed it back into the scabbard on his left thigh.
With everything ready, Su Wei pushed open the door of the wooden house.
The cold wind, carrying fine snowflakes, stung my face.
The wooden steps beneath my feet were covered with a thick layer of snow.
The Cotton Candy was awakened by the cold wind that rushed in when the door was opened.
The little guy rolled over on the wool cushion next to the fireplace.
It covered its nose with its bushy tail and made a muffled murmur.
Su Wei closed the door, shutting out the heat inside.
He trudged through the ankle-deep snow toward the Ford F-150 Raptor pickup truck in the yard.
A thin layer of ice formed on the surface of the car.
Su Wei clenched his right hand, which was covered by a leather glove, into a fist and tapped it several times along the edge of the car door.
The ice layer shattered under the force and fell down with a soft rustling sound.
He gripped the door handle and pulled hard outwards, opening the car door.
Su Wei sat in the driver's seat and placed the rifle flat on the passenger seat.