None of Zhu Ping'an and the others have a hobby of eating raw fish, so fire is inevitable; of course the pot is also a problem, but the little girl Baozi found a natural sunken stone by the mountain stream, irregular square shape, with a middle
A pit the size of a sea bowl was sunk, weighing about 10 pounds. Li Shu and Baozi's little maid washed it in the stream, and it could be used as a stone pot for the time being.
There is fish and a pot, but there is a lack of fire.
However, the fire seals carried by the three of them had long been lost in the sea.
"What should I do if my uncle doesn't have fire?"
After Baozi's little maid finished washing the "stone pot", she looked at Zhu Pingan with her big eyes open, as if Zhu Pingan could suddenly turn into fire.
"You can try drilling wood to make fire." Under the scorching gazes of Baozi's little maid and Li Shu, Zhu Ping'an said with some uncertainty.
"Han Feizi·Five Beetles" records: People eat fruits, cockles, clams, which hurt the stomach and stomach, and the people have many diseases. Some saints made fire by drilling flints to dissolve the fishy smell, and the people were happy with it, so that they ruled the world and were named Suiren.
Drilling flints to make fire is what Zhu Ping'an said by drilling wood to make fire.
The reason why Zhu Pingan's tone was uncertain was because Zhu Pingan only knew the principle of drilling wood to make fire, but had never practiced it. He also heard that the difficulty of drilling wood to make fire was S-level. Many people tried to drill wood to make fire.
But my hands were blistered, and the fire didn't even start. Especially after the heavy rain last night, it was probably hard to find hay and dry branches, which made drilling wood for fire even more difficult.
"Hua'er and I are going to find hay."
When Zhu Ping'an said about drilling wood to make fire, Li Shu's eyes lit up. She also knew this, but she just didn't think of it.
The little maid Baozi looked confused. She didn't know anything about drilling wood to make fire. But since her uncle said that it was okay to make fire by drilling wood, then the little maid Baozi followed Li Shu to look for hay nearby.
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Li Shu and the others were looking for hay, while Zhu Ping'an was looking for wood nearby that could be drilled to make fire. The three of them divided the work and collaborated.
The rain last night was so untimely that the three of them searched nearby for a while but found no hay or dry wood. Almost all of them were soaked by the rain last night. Even if they were not soaked, they would still be wet.
It's tidal, and it's simply not up to the task of drilling wood to make fire.
After searching for a long time, Li Shu and the little girl Baozi found some dry grass with a damp glow. They found it under a pile of rocks. The wind blew the dead grass and fallen leaves and piled them up under the rocks. If the rocks hadn't blocked them.
There was a bit of wind and rain, and even the dead grass and fallen leaves of this Fanchao could not be found.
Although it is difficult, these dead grass and fallen leaves are not qualified for the task of igniting the fire. They can only be used as fuel after the fire rises. It is still a bit damp.
After searching for a while, I found nothing. It seemed that I could only try to use this trendy dry grass to start a fire.
Just when Zhu Pingan and the others were walking towards the stream with dead grass in their arms, Zhu Pingan discovered a dead tree. This dead tree was very tall. There was a tree hole at the height of a person.
"Wait a mininute."
Zhu Ping'an looked around the dead tree and found a lot of bird droppings on the trunk and under the roots. He couldn't help but feel happy. Such regular bird droppings meant that this tree hole was a bird's nest, not something else.
Bats, snakes, rats, etc. stay overnight.
Zhu Pingan put the withered grass aside, turned to Li Shu and told them to wait a moment, then lifted up the long hem of his clothes and tucked them into his belt, and started climbing up the tree with both hands.
"Zhu Ping'an, be careful." Li Shu was a little worried when she saw Zhu Ping'an climbing a tree. She hadn't heard that the number one scholar who had read poetry and books could climb trees, so don't fall.
The little maid Baozi looked at Zhu Ping'an climbing the tree eagerly, and followed Li Shu under the tree to tell him to be careful.
In fact, the two of them don't have to worry at all. When he was a child, he followed his father and brother into the mountains, and Zhu Ping'an had already developed the ability to climb trees.
Zhu Pingan climbed very quickly, and the tree hole was only as high as one person. Soon Zhu Pingan climbed to the tree hole. For safety reasons, Zhu Pingan sat on a branch on one side, stretched out his hand to break off a section of the branch, and stretched the branch into
Explore the hole in the tree to see if there are any snakes, rats or the like inside.
After reaching in and checking, Zhu Ping'an confirmed that there were no snakes or rats inside, so he reached into the tree hole with confidence. He felt a few small round objects inside and took out one.
"Bird eggs, they are bird eggs, miss" the little maid of Baozi cheered, there are bird eggs to eat.
Li Shu ignored the little maid Baozi and raised her head to look at Zhu Ping'an on the tree, fearing that a smelly toad would accidentally fall down.
I'm sorry, it's just forced by life.
Zhu Pingan silently apologized to the bird that had not yet returned to the nest, and carefully placed the egg in his arms.
Zhu Pingan touched it and found that there were six eggs in the nest. Zhu Pingan took out four eggs, leaving two for the birds.
This is a habit that Zhu Ping'an has developed since he was a child, and it is also due to Zhu's father's education since he was a child. Don't catch all the benefits. Of course, Zhu's father cannot express such a written theory, it is just the simple thought of a farmer.
In addition to the eggs, Zhu Pingan also took out half of the hay in the bird's nest. The bird's nest was sheltered from wind and rain, and the hay inside was not damp at all. It was a good material for starting a fire. Zhu Pingan left some for the birds.
He took half of the hay and put the other half into his arms.
"Here, you can replenish your body with these eggs."
After Zhu Pingan came down from the tree, he took out the bird eggs in his arms, looked at Li Shu and said. If Li Shu hadn't fed him blood at the beach, he would have probably hung himself from the southeast branch.
"How rare?" Li Shu turned her head away, her pretty face was full of disdain, but the corners of her mouth were curved. It turns out that this smelly toad took the risk to climb the tree and touch the bird's nest in order to replenish his health.
After coming down from the tree, Zhu Pingan picked up the dead grass again and led the two of them towards the stream. Halfway through, he found a banyan tree with wrong roots. It had lush branches and leaves, and there was an unknown section under the root of the tree.
A piece of wood came that could be used as the main body for drilling wood to make fire, so they were brought to the stream.
A few stones were used to build a simple stove, and the stone pot was filled with water. The little maid Baozi picked up a small stone piece by the stream, which was relatively thin. Zhu Pingan polished it briefly and used it as a knife.
Neither Li Shu nor Baozi's maid dared to do the job of killing fish, so Zhu Ping'an had no choice but to take on the job. He cut open the fish and gave it to Baozi's maid to clean, and then put it into a stone pot. Zhu Pingan touched a few of them.
A bird's egg was also washed and put into the pot.
Everything is ready, just waiting for the fire.
Under the eyes of Li Shu and Baozi's little maid, Zhu Ping'an put the wood found under the tree root on a stone, used the stone to cut a small hole in the wood, and put the hay he took out from the bird's nest.
Looking around, I found a thin pointed wooden stick to use as a drill bit.
Drilling wood to make fire has officially begun. (To be continued.)