Someone once did an experiment: a log stick was clamped to the bit of a pistol drill, and then the speed of the pistol drill was used to imitate the ancients drilling wood to make fire.

As a result of the experiment, the log strips on the pistol drill were worn out, and the cork board used to make the fire was drilled a hole. But apart from the dark edges, not even a spark was to be seen.

From this, it can be guessed that the ancients were probably forced to have no choice but to drill wood to make fire. But the probability of a fire eventually breaking out must be very touching.

The most reassuring thing about Gu Laosan is that he will not do anything to drill wood for fire. As many brains as you have, you can do as much work as you want.

The branches were a little damp, and some gasoline was poured to raise the fire.

However, Gu Lang didn't dare to waste it at will, so he only poured enough to ignite it, and hurriedly put the gasoline barrel back in the trunk.

It is not clear what the halfway supply point will be, but this bit of oil is the guarantee for him to cross the Qiangtang.

Fortunately, the rear compartment of the Wrangler is quite sturdy, although the rear bumper flies, but the rear compartment lid is still intact. Otherwise, we might have to go home by now.

When the fire was raised, someone set up a campfire and hung a pot to boil water. And he went to the foot of the mountain to break a few branches and came back, and put the sleeping bag that was soaked in the rain last night and the sleeping bag that had not been wiped clean several times after being wiped clean by the water.

The Wrangler had now driven to the other side of the river at the foot of the mountain.

The river was narrower, and on the east side, fifty meters away from the tent, there was a shallow beach. Gu Lang went back and forth a few times, found a route, and drove the car across the river.

A certain badger only then understood, no wonder there was a big river blocking the way, but someone was not panicked at all. In terms of the Wrangler's off-road performance, it is indeed possible to ignore some of the shallower rivers.

After swallowing the last bite of beef jerky, Wang Ping stood up with his paws clapped, threw the bag into the bonfire, and then ran back to the car under the gaze of netizens in the live broadcast room. After a while, I saw a badger jump out with a black thing on its claws and go straight to the river.

It was also when he saw Gu Laosan drying his clothes that Wang Ping remembered that he had encountered that group of nasty Tibetan antelopes in the morning, which caused him to be disgraced from head to toe. Later, the hair was washed, but the dirty clothes that were taken off were still thrown under the seat.

"Damn... The water is so cold..."

As soon as the little paws grabbed the black T-shirt less than 20 centimeters long and reached into the water, a certain badger couldn't help but shiver.

Because the distance is a bit far, and the sky is starting to darken, everyone in the live broadcast room can only see the small group squatting on the bank of the river, but they can't see what Wang Ping is doing.

While washing clothes, a certain badger quietly observed Gu Lang with the corner of his eye, expecting him to find out his movements and come over to help.

opened his mouth to ask Gu Laosan to wash his clothes, Wang Ping was a little embarrassed. But if someone can take the initiative to ask, a certain badger will probably be half-pushed and half-obeyed.

It's a pity that Gu Lang was busy cooking instant noodles at this time, so he didn't notice what he was doing at all.

"Hey!"

A certain badger sighed secretly, but he missed the time when he was in Shengjiawu. Every time my grandmother washed clothes at home, she would catch a certain badger, take off his clothes and throw them into the washing machine. I'm a little ashamed, but I don't have to wash it myself.

"Forget it, adults...... Badgers, you have to do your own laundry!"

Probably rubbing his feet, and when the water wrung out was no longer muddy, Wang Ping shook his little paws, which were already a little stiff, returned to the campfire with his wet clothes, raised his paws and handed them to Gu Laosan, and asked him to help dry them.

"Huh, you washed it yourself, why don't you ask me to help you?" someone asked with a surprised look as he took Wang Ping's small T-shirt.

Wang ping:...... I said I'm embarrassed, do you believe me?

In the live broadcast room, I realized at this time that the small figure squatting by the river just now was actually washing clothes. Seeing a certain badger scratching his head, he was suspected of being a little embarrassed, and he was shocked.

"Mom, it's the first time I've seen the boss have this expression"

"Moe!

"Brother Pingtou's out-of-print emoji is out"

"It's so pitiful, I have to do my own laundry at a young age"

"Lily's child rewards the anchor rocket ×3......"

"The Boss is indeed too clever than the average animal"

"It's normal, didn't you listen to the third brother, the boss is trained"

"I understand when you say a small body, how can you see it at a young age"

"Do animals also wash things?"

"Let's just get to know each other"

Wang Ping returned to the edge of the tent and roasted his paws, glanced at the barrage on the tablet next to him, and secretly sighed how rare these people were.

Having been on missions in the wild all year round, he doesn't know how many small animals he has seen that can wash things. Monkeys and orangutans aside, the most typical is a raccoon born with a habit of cleanliness, eager to wash everything in sight.

The sky gradually darkened, but Wang Ping did not refuse Gu Laosan's invitation this night. Because he found that the tent that Wang An recommended to someone was really good. Especially in terms of heat insulation, after moving the tent to the original campfire position, the whole tent is warm, which is much more comfortable than in the car.

Under the strong request of netizens, Gu Laosan did not rush to go off the air, but took the tablet into the tent.

With the help of someone's flashlight hanging on the top of the tent, everyone watched as Wang Ping climbed into the small hammock hanging in the tent and got into the mini sleeping bag fixed to it. After a while, the little sweatshirt on his body was thrown out by him.

There was a group of demons dancing in the live broadcast room, and the rewards for a moment were more than during the day. made Gu Laosan a little tasteful, and secretly sighed that there are too few people who love the outdoors these days.

Wang Pingcai didn't care about this, squinted his eyes and began to nap, intending to fall asleep before someone's snoring sounded. It's okay for him to cooperate with the live broadcast occasionally, but if he sells cuteness endlessly, it's really embarrassing for his steel straight man's soul.

Gu Lang sat cross-legged on the sleeping bag and chatted with netizens in a low voice for a while before it was officially broadcast.

He got up and went outside the tent, and added some half-damp dead branches to the campfire so that it could last longer, and then went back to sleep in the tent.

The banks of the river were silent, except for the murmuring of water and the occasional spark from the fire.

I don't know how long later, a black cloud slowly drifted through the night sky behind the snow-capped mountain, faintly, and seemed to have thunder.

"Boom!"

An object suddenly falls from mid-air into the water, making a soft noise.

Immediately after that, more and more objects fell, and gradually began to spread across the riverbank. Under the reflection of the campfire, white Xiaoice particles continued to fall on the ground in the sky, and hail fell. The fire resounded with the sound of a carbon fire soaking in water, and the light of the fire gradually began to fade.

The tent is covered by an insulation layer, which is always warm, not only insulated, but also has its own sound insulation effect. It's a pity that the insulation layer can only be separated from the outside, but not from the inside. Gu Laosan's snoring had already begun to make a loud noise, and in the darkness, a certain badger turned over in his sleeping bag irritably, and finally simply shrank his head into the sleeping bag.

Outside the tent, hail piled up and stained the riverbank valley white, and there was no lack of ice particles the size of a head, making a loud noise on the wrangler's car. The night wind blew, and a faint wolf howl came, and then it was drowned in darkness.

There was a soft sound, and the last flame on the fire was extinguished.