With the fearless spirit of "as long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle", he grinded until Wang Dahai's eyes were dazzled and his arms were sore, and he almost foamed at the mouth, and finally polished the effect he wanted.

Now the tip of the drill fire stick is a conical shape of about thirty-five degrees, and the top is sharp!

Wang Dahai can probably be used as the tip of a spear in his hand, and the cone surface is also very smooth, which must be suitable for the fineness of the rock, otherwise it will not reach such a level.

Sitting on the dead wood again, Wang Dahai first dug a hole in the dead wood with the tip of the drill stick.

Because the water of the dead wood has already evaporated, the texture is very soft after a long time of wind and sun, and the coniferous wood belongs to the hardwood, so it did not take much effort, Wang Dahai dug a deep hole, just to ensure that the tip of the drill stick is inserted.

Inserted into the drill fire stick, Wang Dahai pressed one end tightly, and rubbed it with almost all his strength, trying to make the stick run at high speed.

After a while, his arm was sore, and he felt a piercing pain on his little hand, and blood slowly overflowed from his palm.

Wang Dahai gritted his teeth at this time and insisted, and after a long time of looking at the dead wood, there was still no reaction, his movements stopped, he pulled out the drill fire stick and touched it with his hand, it was very hot, and then touched the small hole of the dead wood, it was also hot and hot.

Wang Dahai saw that it was effective, and despite the pain, he once again devoted himself to the great mission.

This time he drilled for a long time, until he felt that the muscles in his arms were spasming, and there were once again bright red blood stains on his little hands, and he looked down to see that the fire was still not ignited.

Wang Dahai saw that there was still no flame in front of him, and had to think of other ways to drill wood.

Carefully rummaging through the intermittent memories of my brain, recalling what I learned in my textbooks, as well as the wild survival fire method that Baidu looked at twice, there seems to be a "rattan fire" in it!

Rattan fire: find a dry tree trunk, split one end, and use something to open the gap, stuff the ignition object, use a rattan about two feet long to wear behind the ignition object, step on the trunk with both feet, quickly pull the rattan left and right, so that it rubs and heats up and ignites the ignition object.

Although he thought of a way, Wang Dahai looked at his naked and thin body, and he was at a loss!

"How do I split a tree trunk?

By hand?

I don't have iron sand palms!

I didn't practice a yang finger either!

If only you had the ability to split tree trunks!

Does Lao Tzu still need to worry about lighting a fire? ”

Wang Dahai scolded God angrily for the method he thought of!

No wonder he's angry, he doesn't even have a piece of clothing now? Where is the ability to split the trunk of a tree? Besides, if he wants to die and cross over to a five-year-old child, what can he do?

Even if a beautiful woman stripped naked and danced in front of him, Boss Wang could only hide and cry secretly, and there was nothing he could do.

Wang Dahai depressedly held the rock and kept knocking on the dead tree, slammed his head, and secretly scolded himself for being too stupid.

Wang Dahai, who had thought of a way, jumped up and hit the withered tree with the rock.

As he kept tapping, dry debris continued to fall from the tree, some of which were growing rapidly, and some of which were directly powdered.

Seeing that this method of tapping was wrong, Wang Dahai changed his strategy this time, and cut off the most prominent part of the rock against the slightly thicker part of the trunk.

With his careful and deliberate tapping this time, a large piece of dead wood fell! "Ha Lu Ha! I'm so smart! Seeing this palm-sized dead wood, Wang Dahai kept looking at it in his hand, and slowly a smile appeared on his serious little face, and the smile slowly expanded, and he laughed loudly at the end.

Without the slightest pause, Wang Dahai put down the wooden block and continued the method just now, beating the dead wood vigorously.

In fact, Wang Dahai thought of a very simple method, that is, to find two pieces of soft wood or bamboo and rub each other vigorously to make a fire, and in the process of rubbing, dry materials such as dry grass or leaves were used as ignitions.

Not much! Two pieces of wood of similar size appeared in Wang Dahai's hands, and he sandwiched part of the dead grass and dead leaves between the wooden blocks, and put the rest at the bottom.

Taking a deep breath, the two hands used force at the same time, and the speed rubbed against each other quickly, and after a while, smoke came out of the middle of the wooden block, but no matter how hard Wang Dahai rubbed it, he still didn't see the flames come out.

Although the fire did not ignite, smoke had already come out, and Wang Dahai felt that his confidence exploded again.

It's the only time it's been so close to victory, which is a good sign and means success is not far off.

After a short while, the fire still didn't ignite, Wang Dahai stopped what he was doing, opened the wooden block and wanted to look inside.

He saw that the withered grass and leaves inside had already turned black and some had turned to ashes, and he wondered why the fire had not been ignited.

After a little thought, he decided to put in more firestarters, and he deliberately picked out some crisp weeds and leaves, and arranged them neatly.

Rubbing his hands together quickly, smoke came out in the middle of the kung fu wooden block for a while, and a little red star was faintly visible in the smoke, and it turned red in an instant.

At this time, it didn't matter if there was a fire or not, Wang Dahai stopped rubbing and gently lifted the side of the wooden block.

He held a small branch with dry leaves in his hand, and gently blew the sparkling leaves, and a small flame came out and quickly ignited the crisp branch.

At this time, Boss Wang was already so excited that his little hands covered with blood trembled a little, and he poured the flames down, carried the branches, and carefully walked to the pyre, and stretched out through the fire.

The flames spread from the branches to the dead leaves on the pyre, and hurriedly rushed to the sting, swaying all the way to attack the city, the entire pyre was tightly surrounded, the pyre made a "crackling" sound in the attack of the flames, and a wisp of smoke soared upward, announcing to the world that a battle had been won!

Even on a sunny afternoon in spring, sitting by the burning bonfire, Wang Dahai did not feel a trace of heat at this moment, only bursts of warmth.

For him trapped in a foreign land, fire can cook food, dry wet clothes, ward off the cold, drive away mosquitoes, deter wild animals, fire pottery, smelt metal ......!

The most important thing is to get him out of the ranks of beasts, no longer drink blood, and return to civilization!

At this moment, Wang Dahai burst into tears and ......!

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