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Chapter 22 Hand-rubbed sling

Li Cang suddenly discovered that a row of tender tips had emerged from the rows of corn and soybeans next to him.

“So fast??”

Su Suizong style ecstasy!

But in fact, it should be planted shallowly, otherwise it would not break through the ground so quickly.

The corn seedlings looked wilted and yellow, looking malnourished.

According to Li Cang's superficial geographical knowledge, volcanic ash seems to be quite nutritious for plants. The layers of this thing on the left and right of the island are almost sticky, and the seedlings that grow there are almost swollen.

How could this be like this...

Could it be that the acidity of rainwater exceeds the standard?

After pondering for a while, he decided to do something simple and crude, and sprinkle some plant ash on these new plots of land and the cabbage patch in the yard.

Weak acid rain, combined with weakly alkaline plant ash, there is nothing wrong with this, right?

Then I ran to see the grain reserves...ah no...the big hen.

After searching around, I found that this guy was guarding the wild rose plant, pecking at the leaves, not really jumping around.

Li Cang smacked his lips,

"I can't eat the old hen stewed with potatoes anymore..."

Hurry up and get those worm-infested soybeans for this guy. How can he survive just by eating tree leaves? A big hen weighing more than four kilograms, don't let him starve.

After finishing all this, Li Cang rubbed his sore back out of habit.

As usual, there is no pain or itching, just a slight numbing sensation.

"More than 700 coins..."

The area of ​​the floating island has changed after annexing 7 fragments, and is now 37.66*38.99.

It is actually difficult for Li Cang to understand why the floating island is almost spherical, but the algorithm given by the wishing coin is length times width...

However, 40 meters and 20 meters do give people a completely different feeling.

When the floating island was 20*20, Li Cang saw at a glance that the surroundings were full of cliffs, with no way to reach the sky or the ground;

When I turned 40*40, I suddenly felt a little more formal. At least I didn’t have to worry about getting up late at night to urinate and slip on my feet and destroy myself.

After hooking back several giant floating island fragments in succession, he finally encountered a problem. There were no fragments close to him around him.

The fragment closest to Li Cang is now hundreds of meters away, and is diagonally above the floating island.

For a normal person, there is definitely no way to throw a steel hook weighing seven or eight kilograms a hundred meters away. Your hands are not catapults...

"Wait? Sling?!"

I now have steel bars, an angle grinder, wood, and rope. Why not try making a rough version of a trebuchet?

The structure of the catapult is actually very simple. In fact, it can be regarded as an alternative scale, except that one arm is slightly longer and the other is slightly shorter.

Just do it!

Every man is born half a carpenter, and the other half wants to be Lan Xiang and drive an excavator!

Oh, of course there are also people who want to drive Gundam and Transformers. The principle is the same...

It's just that this "talent" will be turned into a teacher, doctor, scientist, astronaut, etc. by considerate parents.

When the house was demolished, there were many tattered rafters left. Even with a small hand saw with a blade half a meter long, it was not difficult to shape the rafters into a suitable shape.

Li Cang only needs to draw a line for the big corpse brother, and the big corpse brother can handle it in three or two minutes.

But the rafters were broken, only more than 5 meters and less than 6 meters long. Li Cang was very worried that the length of this thing would not meet the requirements for range and height.

The rafters were sawn into squares 30 cm wide and 20 cm thick, and then 5-inch steel bars were penetrated at 1.8 meters. Three sets of bearings with an inner diameter of 6 inches were welded to the steel bars and wedged directly into the squares.

The steel itself does not move, but the bearings move, which is relatively effective in ensuring that the wood will not wear out too quickly.

Then, both ends of the steel bars were connected to the trebuchet chassis. The bottom of the simple triangular chassis was buried deep in the ground, and the top was suppressed with huge rocks.

The short arm of the catapult is fixed on a boulder, the long arm is tied with a rope, and the rope is tightened by a wooden winch to raise the short arm.

When firing, the winch loosened, the short arm dropped, and the steel hook connected to the rope was thrown.

emmmm...

This is of course Li Cang’s confident inference, and the actual implementation depends on God’s face.

When he just started the generator to power the angle grinder and the welding machine, Li Cang didn't forget to weld a bunch of hooks out.

He didn't have a battery, so if he didn't maximize the use of the power when he started the machine once, it would be wasted.

Li Cang moved the steel hook with the rope hung up and placed it at the ammunition loading area, then turned the winch to raise the short arm of the catapult.

"call..."

I'm actually a little nervous.

After all, this is the first large-scale figurine in a man's life, so it is of great significance.

The wedge came out and the winch rotated rapidly.

With a bang, the long arm of the sling was raised high, like a giant throwing something in his palm.

20 steel hooks that were still warm from welding collided with each other in mid-air, stretching the ropes straight, like a goddess scattering flowers.

Regardless of whether it hits or not, if the rope is long enough, it can be thrown at least 150 meters!

Li Cang's wide-spread net was not effective, and the angle of the sling still needed to be adjusted.

About half an hour later, the angle was adjusted for the sixth time.

Nine of the 20 steel hooks hit the same small fragment, and two more fell off. The fragment was finally dragged back through a winch connected to a rope.

The distance between the debris and the floating island is more than 120 meters, which is comparable in size to Li Cang's floating island.

Li Cang excitedly swung his Wang Ba Quan.

However, when he hooked another fragment, the prayer interface no longer prompted "Annexing", which seemed to have reached the upper limit.

But one thing is better. These fragments that are in a static state without their own "orbit" will not break free and float away like those moving wild islands. They only need to occupy a hook and can be easily dragged over and parked in Licang.

around the floating island.

Before evening, Li Cang had hooked up six ultra-small fragments. It can be predicted that he no longer has to be busy "fishing" recently.

Li Cang jumped on these fragments and carefully inspected them one by one, confirming that they were all fragments of the island base.

Logically speaking, before the earth exploded, they should have been rock layers more than a thousand meters underground in Yanchuan that had never seen the light of day. Of course, there were no traces of human activity and no ready-made resources.

"I'm so hungry... I really want to eat meat..."

He started fussing as soon as he opened his eyes. The sun was about to set, and Li Cang hadn't eaten his breakfast yet.

Last time, the piece of bacon was cut off and weighed more than 1 kilogram, making a whole meal. It had only been less than a week, and Li Cang was as greedy as if he had swallowed a whole box of Jianweixiaoshi tablets.

"Forget it...there's only a little bit of meat left..."

Li Cang began to lose his attention, staring straight at the big hen that was pecking in the ground.

The big hen was experienced and turned her head to give Li Cang a plump butt.

Li Cang:???

What does it mean!

Sure enough, we can't keep this chicken...

Its thoughts are too dirty and not worthy of me!

The meat cannot be moved, nor can the chicken, but the rice still has to be eaten, and we can only survive on these calories throughout the day.

After thinking about it, Li Cang luxuriously picked out three eggs that he liked.

I ate 3 eggs last time, and 3 again this time, with only 8 eggs left.

Even if you don't eat it, it won't last for a few days when the ambient temperature regularly exceeds 35°C.

These eggs are just the babies of laying hens that have never seen a rooster in their lives. There is no need to feel distressed if they cannot hatch any chicks.

Light a fire outside, stew a pot of rice, and stir-fry eggs with sauce.

Although the eggs are fed with poor feed, the sauce is authentic farmhouse miso. People who don't like it say it has a strange smell, and people who like it say it has a very fragrant aroma.

Stir-fry the stir-fried sauce until it is sizzling, then add the eggs that have been fried on one side before, which is heavy in oil and strong in taste.

Wrap Chinese cabbage leaves with hot rice oil and egg sauce, then take a bite -

Li Cang closed his eyes with satisfaction.

"Huh, it would be great if there were steamed potatoes and eggplants with green onions, coriander, green peppers..."

What's wrong with me, a dying person, asking for more?


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