I don’t dare to think about the guard brothers who walked with me all the way, let alone the loyal, stupid and stupid fool who has followed me for many years!
In the past two days, Xiao Han drove crazily through the Qinling Mountains in a nearly self-harming manner, hoping that the pain in his body could alleviate the sadness in his soul.
It was only today that he had some thoughts about talking, and it was no longer as dull and suffocating as before.
After bickering with Liu Hongji intermittently for a while, it became dusk again.
The brilliant sunset shines through the mountain stream and from the horizon, reflecting the mountain road ahead as if it is paved with gold. But unfortunately, the end of this road can never be seen.
Xiao Han, who has a lot of wilderness survival experience, chose the camp next to a forest sheltered from the wind this time. After persisting for an entire afternoon, he finally admitted helplessly: He was fucking lost again!
"Let me tell you! We are fighting against the Qinling Mountains! Every time we come here, there is never a good time! If only we had gone north along the canal and taken the Luoyang road? How could we end up like this!"
Liu Hongji, who learned about the catastrophe, rolled his eyes and slumped down on a fallen dead tree. He kept scolding Xiao Han. Xiao Han was so angry that he really wanted to find a needle and thread somewhere to sew his mouth shut.
, it’s better than hearing him act like an afterthought at this time.
Not wanting to deal with the grudge-like Liu Hongji, nor having the heart to let Ren Qing work with his arms tied to wooden boards, Xiao Han had no choice but to drag Xiaodong and run into the woods to collect some firewood.
, prepare to light a fire and spend the night.
Because what happened two days ago was so sudden, all their luggage and supplies were left where they were, and none of them was brought out!
Fortunately: when Ren Qing went to Linyi, he could be separated from his companions at any time because of the many crises, so he developed a good habit of carrying food with him!
Now he can save some of the food he brought and eat some game along the way, so there is no risk of starving to death for the time being.
However, no matter how much food Ren Qingdai has, it is still limited. Now that he has eaten for two days, if he can't find a way out, the outcome will be hard to say.
"Master Hou, the fire seems to be extinguished..."
After packing up a bundle of dry firewood and going back, Xiaodong went to the dry bushes and picked some dead leaves back, preparing to start a fire. But unfortunately, when he took out the firewood stick as a habit and blew into it twice,
Only then did I realize that the fire was extinguished at some point. There was only a charred black piece in the small bamboo tube, and no sparks could be seen at all.
"What should I do?" Xiaodong was at a loss, holding up the fire folder, and looked at Xiao Han who was setting up firewood as if asking for help.
When Xiao Han saw this, he rolled his eyes: "What should I do? Just drill wood to make fire!"
"Oh...yes, yes! You can also drill wood to make fire!" When Xiaodong heard this, he was overjoyed! He quickly put away the fire bag, found two pieces of wood and started comparing them on the ground.
Drilling wood to make fire sounds simple, but in fact this thing is purely technical work, and it is also physical work!
Poor Xiaodong rubbed it on the ground for a long time, and his hands were almost blistered. The wood block was still only slightly black, not to mention sparks, and not a single smoke came out!
"Trash! Let go, I'll do it!" Xiao Han had been waiting impatiently for a long time. Seeing this going on, it is estimated that Xiaodong would not be able to get a spark out until tomorrow, so he was so angry that he squeezed Xiaodong away.
, took the stick and wooden block, and continued to drill hard.
"I drill! I drill!"
The palms of his hands were burned hot, and sweat flowed down his forehead, but there were still no sparks coming out of the wooden block underneath. Just when Xiao Han gritted his teeth and persisted, Liu Hongji leaned on crutches and limped forward.
Came over.
"What are you doing?" Liu Hongji tilted his head and asked curiously.
Xiao Han turned to the side irritably, avoiding the braised egg-like head: "Are you blind? Didn't you see drilling wood to make fire?"
"Oh? Is this making fire by drilling wood?" Liu Hongji clicked his tongue in surprise, and then suddenly smelled: "Have you ever seen someone drilling wood to make fire?"
Xiao Han rolled his eyes: "Nonsense! The last time we lived in the Qinling Mountains, we lost our fire sickle. Didn't we rely on Ren Qingzhuanmu to make fire?"
When Liu Hongji heard this, he suddenly realized what he was saying. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Oh, yes, yes! There is such a thing, but you didn't find out what Lao Ren did when he made fire?"
"How?" Xiao Han stopped what he was doing, raised his head strangely and asked, "Isn't that how it was done?"
Liu Hongji sneered, folded his arms and said with disdain: "Do this? You don't even have any grass clippings or leaves. Is it possible that you want to make fire out of wood with just your hands?"
"Ah? You also want grass clippings and leaves?"
Xiao Han really didn't expect that drilling wood to make fire turned out to be a technical job. When he saw Ren Qing drilling wood to make fire, he just kept rubbing the sticks. He almost dozed off and ran away because he was too bored.
I went off to do other things, and I really never thought that this thing also requires skills.
And like him and Xiaodong, if they drill directly into the wood, even if they drill to death, there will be no fire at all!
The real method of making a fire by drilling wood is to dig out some ashes, wrap the ashes with flammable grass and leaves, and then gently blow air to assist combustion. Only then can a fire be made.
"Yes, yes, use force! Blow, idiot! Don't blow so hard, just a few sparks will be blown out by you now!"
On the edge of the woods, Xiao Han made great progress under the command of Liu Hongji. At least he could see sparks now. If it weren't for his bad luck, he would have really started a fire.
"Okay, that's it! You're angry first, I'll take a break!"
Watching Xiao Han gearing up again and starting a new round of drilling wood to make fire, Liu Hongji yawned, went to the tree next to him, took out a cigarette skillfully, and lit the lighter with a "bah" sound.
Feeling comfortable, I started to puff out clouds of mist.
Alas, he was different from Ren Qing. When he ran away, he didn't take anything but his precious cigarettes. Now he smokes one to soothe his injured soul.
"What time has it been? You still have the heart to smoke!" His ears twitched. Xiao Han, who heard the sound, raised his head and glared at Liu Hongji, and said angrily: "Also, we are in the wilderness, be careful with cigarette butts.
A little, if there is another wildfire..."
"Okay, don't nag, I know the importance!" Liu Hongji closed his eyes and replied impatiently, then took another beautiful puff of the cigarette, feeling the special spiciness filling his chest, and then slowly took it out.
spit out.
"You know nothing!" Xiao Han rolled his eyes at Liu Hongji, lowered his head, and continued the difficult task of drilling wood...
"Huh? Why does something feel wrong! Is Old Liu smoking? Smoking? Why is he smoking! He has fire!"
A moment later, an angry roar came from the woods, which frightened some birds and immediately fluttered their wings and flew into the sky. They did not dare to return to their nests for a long time.
