"Come back!"
Bi Fang pulled on the reins, stopping Sanshao in mid-sprint, but due to inertia, the snow sled still slid forward several tens of meters.
The undulating sea nearby was now visible to the naked eye; after a day's travel, they had finally returned to the Greenland seas once more, a far swifter journey than on foot.
Bi Fang took the already prepared tools from the snow sled and unfastened Sanshao's reins, walking to the seaside to begin the now-familiar process of salt extraction.
"I've refined salt several times before, it's still the same old method: filter, evaporate, precipitate, dissolve..."
It was deep into the night when Bi Fang finally collected over half a pot of sea salt after several hours of extraction, sufficient for survival purposes.
Having secured this essential for survival, Bi Fang, exhausted from a day's labor, set about constructing a temporary dwelling to rest in.
