The more you can see and feel the most natural things in your daily life, the more difficult it is for you to describe them.

Because his existence is so natural, you can see him and know that it is him, but when you describe it, you find that it is so complicated.

They have never seen fire, they eat everything raw, and although their brains have been perfected, they have not been developed and utilized, and they are still a little sluggish, and they can't think of a way to make fire.

Looking at the wolf's confused gaze, Duan Wuluo shook his head in self-abandonment, forget it, don't be angry, don't be angry, you haven't seen it, I've seen it, I'll come by myself.

After finding a few dry branches, Duan Wuluo brought in many more dry leaves, and after emptying a large area around him, Duan Wuluo sat down and prepared to drill wood for fire.

With great confidence, he sharpened one end of a branch with a switchblade, and then used his suckling strength to cut a small hole in the thick trunk below.

Laying all the dry leaves on it, Duan Wuluo sat down calmly, grabbed the branches with both hands and rubbed them quickly, and the wolf teeth followed Duan Wuluo the whole time.

Wherever he went, the wolf's teeth followed, and the appearance of that little heel made Duan Wuluo have a sense of responsibility to support his son.

Relying on this sense of responsibility to support his efforts for three minutes, Duan Wuluo felt that his hands were about to burn, but this wood did not react at all.

Angrily throwing aside the short branch in his hand, Duan Wuluo rubbed his temples, and then began to sum up the lesson and ponder the next method, there may be two reasons for his failure to make a fire.

First, his skin and flesh are too delicate to stand the friction with the bark for so long; The second is that I don't have enough strength, and the speed of drilling wood is not so fast.

Thinking of this, Duan Wuluo glanced at the wolf's fangs and found that he was holding the short branch that he had thrown away, and he was preparing to continue drilling wood as he had just done.

Although Duan Wuluo also meant this at first, but thinking that there was still a wound on the wolf's hand, he immediately stopped him, spread out his palm, Duan Wuluo pointed to his wound and said,

"It's an injury, you're injured, and the branches are here, which will only make the wound worse, so you have to be careful not to let the wound touch anything recently, you know?"

The wolf tooth nodded as if he didn't understand, that sluggish but firm appearance, Duan Wuluo couldn't cry or laugh, and he was even more convinced that he didn't understand his words at all.

Tearing a strip of cloth and wrapping it around his hand, Duan Wuluo wrapped his wound tightly, and in order to prevent him from continuing to study drilling wood for fire, he simply took away the sharpened short wood.

Sitting on the ground and thinking intently, Duan Wuluo shook the switchblade in his hand, and the blade inadvertently hit the stone on the ground with a crisp sound.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and Duan Wuluo had an idea, isn't this the legendary striking, he is so fucking smart!

At this moment, Duan Wuluo felt that if he hadn't embarked on the road of film and television, he would definitely have won a Nobel Prize to his motherland.

However, after about a hundred knocks, Duan Wuluo lay on the ground in a dejected state, his wrists were tired and stiff, why couldn't he burn up.

Fucking drilling wood for fire, fucking hitting stones for fire, Lao Tzu can solve the problem with a lighter, and now it's so complicated!

Ah, forget it, anyway, I'm just a salted fish who can't do anything, what kind of fire to make, forget it, when the wolf tooth really dies, I may not be far from death.