Tired of logging, tiring of logging, tiring of logging for love...
Obviously, logging is never an easy task. But for Yun Buliu, logging is not necessarily that tiring. Compared with quarrying, logging is much easier.
If he had been beaten to death more than a year ago, he would not have believed that one day he would be doing quarrying and logging, a job that only migrant workers can do.
It's not that he looks down on those migrant workers, after all, the wages of those migrant workers are much higher than those of employees like him! The reason why he thinks he can't do it is just because he can't do physical work.
In fact, most of the younger generation living in the city are like this, and Yun Buliu is not the only one in this situation.
After all, the vast majority of young people are in a sub-healthy state and cannot do heavy work at all.
Of course, on the other hand, Yun Buliu also felt that there was no future in doing manual labor.
Physical strength can be said to be the cheapest thing people have.
However, in this world, unless he goes to work as a shaman in those primitive tribes and leads the primitive tribesmen out of poverty and become rich, otherwise, he has to do everything by himself.
As for becoming a witch in those primitive tribes, Yun Buliu thought it was impossible.
As the most handsome boy in each major tribe, how could he not know what the older girls and younger sisters in those tribes thought of him? He couldn't let their conspiracy succeed.
He slowly scraped around a giant tree with a diameter of nearly one meter and a half with his tiger teeth. When he reached the center of the tree, he began to drive a triangular wooden plug into the crack on one side.
These triangular wooden stoppers not only play a role in determining the direction of the giant tree's toppling, but also play a role in protecting his arms.
After all, his arms have to go in and out of the cracks, but it is extremely dangerous. No one knows when the giant tree will topple.
It took him half a day to 'cut down' this giant tree. Fortunately, the movement here did not attract the attention of those ground-walking dragon beasts, otherwise it would be another troublesome matter.
I think those earth-moving dragon beasts are not around here, otherwise there would definitely be movement.
After cutting down the giant tree, it is easier and much faster to cut off a section.
In less than half an hour, he returned carrying a huge piece of wood more than three meters long.
Behind him was a little tiger cub that had just emerged from the grass.
The little furball jumped onto the giant tree on his shoulder, not afraid of crushing Yun Buliu.
In fact, he didn't feel the weight of the little fur ball at all. This giant tree should be regarded as a kind of solid wood. Although the density is not higher than that of water, it is probably not much different.
Even though it only looks less than three meters long, its weight is not light at all.
Every step you take leaves a footprint on the ground.
He estimated that this giant tree, less than three meters tall, might weigh seven to eight thousand kilograms.
When he carried the giant tree back to the small bamboo house by the lake, he collapsed directly to the ground, and then let the little fur ball hit him to replenish his energy.
After he felt back to life, he began to deal with the giant wood. He first peeled the giant wood and then divided it into pieces.
In his opinion, the most important model is actually the cauldron model. The cauldron model is easier said than done. It's easy, just dig a circular pit.
However, it is not an easy task to smooth the hole dug in the wood without tools.
But it doesn't matter, he has time to slowly polish this.
So, he continued to study ancient cultivation methods and meditate at night, but what made him a little regretful was that for two consecutive nights, he did not enter the state where he saw thunder before.
During the day, he polished the cauldron model. Just one cauldron model took him two days.
It wasn't until the third day, after polishing the cauldron model, that he started frying tea.
After frying the tea, he ran to the dug earthen kiln and made a mud trough with yellow mud.
The bottom of the mud tank is tilted to one side. When the gravel ore is placed on it, if molten iron can be smelted, the molten iron will flow out to one side, then out of the earth kiln and into the mud tank prepared outside.
, then pour the molten iron into various models.
Just making such a mud trough took him another two days.
However, he was a little worried that the mud trough was not strong enough. He was afraid that once the crushed iron ore was put into the mud trough, the mud trough would be crushed and the iron would flow all over the ground.
Of course, the crushed iron ore must be smelted.
After that, he used yellow clay to make molds for various tools, such as iron spearheads, kitchen knives, butcher knives, hoes, axes, hammers, steel drills, etc.
It is not difficult to make molds for these things out of yellow clay. You can directly cut those things out of wood, and then wrap these wooden tool models with yellow clay.
After the yellow mud is semi-dry, use a bone knife to carefully cut the yellow mud. After taking out the wooden model inside, a yellow mud mold is ready.
It took him several days to make and polish these models and molds.
From picking tea, to making molds for various tools, to crushing the iron ore... it took him nearly ten days in total.
Finally, after he had solved the most difficult things in his opinion, he felt that he could start making charcoal, or iron, tomorrow.
After dinner, he habitually lay on a bamboo chair and played a piece of music in the evening breeze.
Then by the light of the torch, I reviewed those incomplete ancient practices.
When everything was silent, he silently put out the torch and began to meditate with his five hearts raised to the sky.
Life seems to be full of rituals.
In this sense of ceremony, he finally saw the scene of the thunder raging again.
He curiously looked at the thunderbolts wandering in the red space and wandered in it, as if he was observing the birth and death of those thunderbolts at close range.
This scene made him feel incredible and eye-opening.
Just when he was marveling at this, he once again withdrew from the scene. He was forced to quit because his heart was 'moved' again.
He knew that lightning in nature is produced by the interaction of anions and cations.
In the pictures he saw, the generation of thunder and lightning was also the electric sparks produced by the friction between two different energies after they collided with each other.
He felt that he might have grasped the incredible origin of something, and then he calmed down again and continued to meditate.
Not long after, he saw that scene again.
In this red world, thunder and lightning are rising and dying, and wandering around.
It brings destruction, but also contains life.
Countless lives were born as a result, and countless lives died because of it.
He tried to control these thunders, and then, he did it.