There are a lot of small trees around, and they are basically taken by the roots of the big trees and some malnutrition, and soon, Wang Kui picked a "soft persimmon" to start, picked up the stone chisel, aimed at the roots, and smashed it hard.

Syllable!

Rustling!

Syllable!

Rustling!

With each smash, a few millimeters of dents were left in the trunk, and the thin branches and leaves on it rustled.

"Pine is a softwood in the wood hardness classification, with a value of about 300, which is very easy to cut, and it can be cut with a stone even without a knife, which is one of the reasons why I chose this place. ”

"If we change to the juniper cypress in the west, the hardness is between 400 and 600, and the wood is nearly twice as hard, and the time it takes us to build the shelter is twice as slow!"

Every time he said a few words, Wang Kui breathed a sigh of relief in the middle and smashed it hard.

【80！80！80！】

[Sledgehammer 80, small hammer is not 40?

[I actually took online classes in Tiger Fish?]

[It's time to DingTalk!]

After seven or eight minutes, Wang Kui finally cut down the little whitebark pine, and after removing the branches, he put it on two trees, and a roof beam like a drying rack came out.

He then began to search for a large number of dead branches, breaking them all into a meter long, inserting them diagonally at the ends of the top beam, and then tying the three into dead knots with weeds.

The weeds in the wild grow luxuriantly, the grass fibers are very rich, and the toughness is very strong, and when they are tied together, a stable triangular prismatic frame lying on the ground is formed.

Because he was focused on building a shack, he didn't have time to interact with the live broadcast room, so he could only look at the screen on the watch and respond to two sentences when he had time.

But fortunately, everyone still likes to see him camping seriously.

Although there are many outdoor anchors in the tigerfish, if they are really pulled into the wild, in terms of hands-on ability, I am afraid that few can catch up with Wang Kui.

Watch him live.

It's like playing live MC survival, it's really enjoyable.

"The frame is built, but it also needs to be windproof, and don't forget to lay something on the ground, this wild grass, dead leaves or something, anyway, don't need money, all of them will be greeted!"

Wang Kui used the edge of the stone to grind a few times against the roots of the barren grass, and it broke, which is much less labor-saving than pulling hard.

As for the dead leaves.

It's all over the place.

He swept all the piles, all of them, into the shack.

A complete shelter, you're done!

It took more than 40 minutes.

Looking up at the west, the last afterglow of the sun, like a girl who saw off her husband on the platform, reluctant to give up, desperately grasping the last time to get along with the earth.

"We've got to get ready to make a fire!"

Wang Kui opened the jacket, "Making a fire is a hard work, you must sweat, the fabric of the jacket has poor air permeability, if you don't pull it open, you will fall asleep with a cold sweat at night, and it is easy to catch a cold." ”

"When it comes to making fire, the first thing that comes to everyone's mind is definitely drilling wood to make fire, yes, this is one of the simplest and most primitive ways to make fire. ”

"But it is difficult for ordinary people to use this method, and they must practice often to drill wood for fire, otherwise the speed of rotation is very slow, and it is easy to grind the palms of the hands. ”

"Here, I will teach you a simpler method, the same single action, the success rate is even higher than drilling wood for fire!"

Could it be magic?

Many sailors are curious about what method Wang Kui will use to make a fire.

Because now the sun is about to set.

Under the lens of the recorder, the whole forest, except for the little dim red in the distance, the rest of the place looks dark and a little scary.

As the old saying goes, "there is not much time left for the Huaxia team"!

Wang Kui was not in a hurry, he smiled, and calmly swept around the woodland, picking two pieces of dead wood, as well as some dead leaves and dry branches.

Dead wood is divided into one large and one small.

The big one is a half-dry log, I don't know if it's because it's eaten by insects, and one and a half are gone.

The small one is a dry branch tens of centimeters long and more than a finger thick.

[Looks like it's not still drilling wood for fire?]

[Yes, it doesn't feel like it's changed.] 】

Wang Kui grabbed the dead leaves and put them in the palm of his hand, rubbed them vigorously, crushed them all, and mixed them into a bird's nest shape: "Don't worry, before making a fire, we have to make velvet first, otherwise even if it is successful, without the velvet connection, that little spark will not be able to ignite the branches." ”

The velvet is ready.

He began to pick up the large log, placed it in front of the nearby roots, and knelt down.

[What's the situation, uncle and aunt have a good New Year?]

[Lao Kui, you don't want to engage in metaphysics, do you?]

[hhhh, Zoroastrian?]

Wang Kui ignored the barrage and put the log in the right position, the part that was eaten by insects facing upwards, one end against the root of the tree, and the other end against his own knees.

"This method is called the plough fire method, as the name suggests, it is like plowing the ground, using branches to plow and grind on the wood, and the point to note is that the wood to be ploughed must be fixed first. ”

"Secondly, and very importantly, we have to make a furrow on it, which can be cut with a knife or with a stone. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the stone chisel and pointed it at the part where the insects were gnawing, making a stinging sound, and scratching a white mark.

Stones are not as fast as knives.

Wang Kui squeezed hard a few more times, "Then it's very simple, just use a short branch and rub it repeatedly against the furrow!"

The words fell.

He held the branch behind his back, placed it in the groove he had marked, and began to slide back and forth.

Thorn-la!

At first, because of the discomfort, it was a little astringent, but with Wang Kui's acceleration and afterburner, the rough wooden thorns were ground a lot smoother, forming a virtuous circle, and the grinding became faster and faster.

Thorn, stab, stab!

The bottom of the recorder's selfie stick can be divided into a tripod, standing on one side, and relying on the ultra-wide-angle lens, it is easy to capture his panorama.

[WOC, this hand speed, practiced after 20 years of singleness?]

[Friction friction, vigorously produce miracles!]

[Hard!Hurry up!]

[What are you doing, don't do it, make yellow first place!]

[It's black! It's black!]

The water friends in the live broadcast room found that as Wang Kui continued to accelerate, the tips of the branches and the furrow began to change color and turn black, and then they were scraped off by friction.

Time flies.

The last bit of dimming is disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the whole forest is beginning to darken, as if there are a pair of hands, slowly covering your eyes, eerie.

But Wang Kui didn't realize it, and focused on making a fire.

The friction of the wood chips accumulates more and more.

Gradually, through the starlight of the night sky, a faint puff of light smoke emerged from the furrow.

[Look!It's smoking!]

[That's too fast, isn't it?]

[Husband, look at the speed of others!]

God, it's completely dark.

But it is precisely because of the contrast of the pitch-black environment that everyone can clearly see that the little orange and red that suddenly rises on the log!

Out of Mars!