After leaving the shelter, he relieved himself with a satisfying urination, then crawled back into the cabin, added some logs to the fireplace, and set a clay pot on to heat.
Once everything was settled, he lifted Little White onto his shoulders and stepped outside for a walk.
After breakfast and taking care of Little White's casting rods, he once again got his gear together and set out for yesterday's hunting ground.
A single swan could provide Lin Yang with at least a day's worth of meat—the meat was secondary, the key was the swan down. Yesterday's swan should have yielded about four ounces of down, and with such high quality, not much was needed to make a down comforter.
Having secured the shelter's door, he started today's live broadcast.
"Good morning, host."
"What are we doing in today's live stream? Continuing the hunt?"
"Host, host, your video hunting swans with Hai Dongqing yesterday made it to the hot searches on Weibo."
