Chapter 489 Island Survival (7)

Drilling wood to make fire first originated in China, using the principle of frictional heat to make fire.

When drilling wood, place combustibles such as hay and sawdust around the drilled holes in the wood. A large amount of heat will be generated during friction. When the heat accumulates to a certain extent, light smoke will come out. Blow air, send in combustion-supporting oxygen, and combustibles such as dry grass and sawdust can generate fire.

Zhu Pingan understood all these principles, but when he actually practiced making fire, Zhu Pingan realized that it was really difficult to make fire by drilling wood.

Zhu Ping'an rubbed the wooden stick with both hands, working very hard, but the eyes of the little bun **** the side were sore, Zhu Ping'an couldn't get out the fire, but it hurt from the hand.

But it is not without effect, at least the wood feels hot.

Seeing how easy it is to drill wood, Baozi's little maid also came up to join in the fun, but it was nothing, not as good as Zhu Ping'an, panting a lot, and rubbing less frequently, so naturally he couldn't get angry.

Li Shu also tried, but also failed.

"My lord, what should I do?" The bun girl raised her head, bit her lip, and asked pitifully at Zhu Pingan.

Zhu Pingan thought for a moment. The reason why the three of them could not get out the fire was that the frequency of rubbing the sticks was too low. .

Finding the crux of the matter, Zhu Pingan considered how to increase the frequency of rubbing the wooden stick, and then Zhu Pingan thought of bowstrings. Make a simple bow, twist the bowstring on the wooden stick, and then draw the bow quickly to drive the wooden stick to rotate at high speed.

"I have a solution." After thinking of a solution, Zhu Ping'an raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Looking at the curvature of Zhu Pingan's lips, Li Shu's brows and eyes were full of charming charm, and a pair of watery eyes were about to drip water, no matter what the problem was, he couldn't help him.

Baozi's little maid was a little suspicious. She didn't doubt Zhu Ping'an, but she suspected that Lao Shizi was drilling wood to make fire, drilling wood to make fire? No matter how it sounds, it's a bit unreliable.

Under the eyes of the two girls, Zhu Pingan went to the stream and broke another branch, then tore a piece of fine cloth from his clothes, tied it to the branch to make a simple bowstring.

I saw a small piece of grooved stone from the stream and brought it with me. Wrap the bowstring around the stick, press the stick with the grooved stone, put the stick in the small hole in the wood below, and start Pull the bow.

The bow body drives the bowstring, and then wraps it around the wooden stick to run at high speed, dozens of times faster than Zhu Ping'an rubbing it with his hands.

Uh.Uh.

The sound of friction can be heard endlessly.

Simple and repetitive drawing is very boring, but drilling wood to make fire is to endure this kind of boring. Moreover, success is often like this. You must endure loneliness and boredom to be successful.

The little maid of Baozi held her chin and looked at Zhu Ping'an drilling wood, and began to nod and doze off.

Uh. Uh. Drilling and drilling, Zhu Pingan saw a wisp of smoke gradually rising from the drilling hole. It was almost invisible, but it was actually smoking.

"It's smoking." Li Shu narrowed her eyes.

"Ah, it's really smoking, it's smoking." The little maid of Baozi vaguely heard her lady say that it was smoking, then she raised her head, and then saw that the wood under Zhu Ping'an's hand started to smoke. It came, and then there was a shiver, and he jumped up with a cry.

After the smoke came out, Zhu Pingan struck while the iron was hot and continued to draw the bowstring.

Li Shu came over at this moment, squatted down, puffed out her small mouth, and blew slowly.

When Li Shu just started blowing, Zhu Pingan still wanted to stop Li Shu, lest this young lady who didn't touch Yang Chunshui would blow out the sparks that she finally got out of. You must know that blowing fire is a technical job. The fire is extinguished in a hurry, and the bragging is too small to be useful. It has to be just right. Zhu Pingan also fought with his mother Chen for a long time before he mastered it.

However, before Zhu Pingan could stop it, Li Shu had already blown it up.

Moreover, Li Shu's boasting was beyond Zhu Pingan's expectations. If Li Shu wasn't a lady from a wealthy family, Zhu Pingan would have thought that Li Shu was a pretty cook who had been cooking for several years.

This blowing is really just right, I guess Zhu Pingan can't blow this effect by himself.

This girl is really an evildoer, she can have such wisdom for the first time blowing fire, Zhu Pingan secretly sighed in his heart when drilling wood, this girl is really blessed.

With the help of Li Shu, Zhu Pingan's drilling for fire went much smoother. The green smoke rose more and more, and the thick green smoke lingered as if a fairy was about to come out. Slowly took out the wooden stick, Li Shu blew lightly, and the flames started to burn.

The fire was transferred to the hearth built with stones in time, and then dry grass was placed to ignite the fire. The fire gradually grew stronger, and slightly damp hay was put into it, followed by the firewood picked up.

The flames are very competitive, and the fire under the stove is very strong.

I don't know whether it's curiosity or some playfulness, Li Shu folded a branch to use as long chopsticks, washed it in the clear stream, and started cooking fish soup.

Pretty and stylish

Forget it, Zhu Pingan smiled indifferently, let Li Shu toss it, anyway, no matter how bad the fish soup is, it is still fish soup, and I will not pick my mouth after being hungry for so long, so I will satisfy this young lady's playing house Be interested.

If it's really difficult to drink later, just fill your stomach and drink less.

After Zhu Ping'an made up his mind, he went to the stream to look for other things that could fill his stomach, such as wild fruits. This kind of water source environment should be rich in products.

Zhu Pingan was not disappointed. After searching for a while, Zhu Pingan found a cluster of red wild strawberries in a bush, which was smaller than modern strawberries, about the size of a quail egg. This kind of wild strawberry, Zhu Ping'an had picked it with his father and brother in the mountains before, and it tasted quite delicious.

Oh, by the way, it is the famous "raspberry" written by Mr. Lu Xun, but people in Xiahe Village are used to calling it "Mencius", which is actually the abbreviation of Shumeng. fruit.

Zhu Pingan picked off the ripe ones from the cluster of wild strawberries, and left the unripe ones on the plants. There were more than 30 strawberries picked. After picking it off, Zhu Ping'an washed it in the stream, pocketed it with his clothes and returned to the original stream.

By the time Zhu Ping'an returned, Li Shu had already made fresh fish soup, and before he got there, he smelled a tempting fragrance of fresh fish soup.

It smells so good?

Probably because he was starving, Zhu Pingan laughed at himself. Li Shu, a young lady who doesn't touch Yang Chunshui, had a whim. How could it be so delicious to make fish soup for the first time.

(end of this chapter)