Chapter 11 Drilling Wood for Fire? Damn, she pretended to be it again!
Ji Nanyu weighed for a long time, and decided to use the simplest method to drill wood for fire.
She looked up at Tang Wuwu and said very neatly, "I need some tools." β
Tang Wuwu did not agree immediately, but looked at Zhao Mingli.
Zhao Mingli had no objection, nodded, and readily agreed to her request.
"I need a plank and a stick with a tip."
These are very common and very common things, and someone sent them to her very quickly.
Ji Nanyu touched his chin, thinking in his heart that it was so tiring to drill wood for fire, if he only relied on his thin arms and legs, it was estimated that he would not be able to grind a spark at dawn.
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and she turned her head to look at Zhao Mingli.
Zhao Mingli was stunned for a moment, looking at what I was doing, I always felt that this woman's eyes were a little ill-intentioned.
Ji Nanyu threw out such a sentence and waited for the little fish to take the bait by himself.
"I also need someone to help me, the strongest male."
Sure enough, Zhao Mingli raised his chin slightly from the arrogant and walked over with a very reluctant look.
"Okay, since you sincerely asked, then I will reluctantly help you this time."
Ji Nanyu was happy in his heart, and he had to prescribe the right medicine to deal with bear children, especially the stinky bear children.
Zhao Wumian saw Zhao Mingli's stinky fart, and helplessly held his forehead, a little doubtful that they were brothers after all, why was there such a big difference in personality?
But fortunately, he didn't have any more moths to embarrass Ji Nanyu.
Zhao Mingli raised his eyebrows with a wooden board and a wooden stick in his hand and asked, "What do you need me to do?" β
Ji Nanyu tapped the center of the plank with his finger, "You pierce a small hole in this place, be careful not to pierce it." β
Zhao Mingli sighed, thinking it was a big deal, but he didn't expect it to be just a small hole.
Women are trouble, and even this needs his help.
After punching the holes. Ji Nanyu asked him to aim the tip of the wooden stick at the small hole: "Take out the wooden stick and turn it as fast as you can, so that the continuous friction generates heat, and the wood chips will slowly ignite." β
Zhao Mingli did as he said, quickly rubbing the wooden stick with both hands.
After rubbing for half a minute, there was no movement, and he was a little impatient.
"Is what you're saying true? Can such a simple action create a flame? β
Ji Nanyu stood in place with his hands on his chest, looking down at Zhao Mingli who was squatting on the ground.
One was standing and the other was squatting, although her gaze was not malicious, but Zhao Mingli was still a little uncomfortable when she looked at it.
Ji Nanyu remembered that Zhao Mingli had trouble with the two of them just now, and he couldn't help but think about it, and said mockingly:
"Didn't you eat? Why is it so slow? If it really doesn't work, let's change someone. β
Zhao Mingli was so angry that he was so provoked, and he immediately rubbed it faster.
He raised his head as he accelerated, and looked at Ji Nanyu viciously.
"I'm afraid I'll scare you to death if I rub it too quickly."
Ji Nanyu didn't pay attention to him, naΓ―ve ghost, but you are so bad, rubbing a wooden stick can scare me to death.
In fact, the speed at which he turned just now was already very fast, and Ji Nanyu purely wanted to find something for him to do and block his chattering mouth.
At this moment, Zhao Mingli's attention was all focused on the friction of the wooden stick, and finally quieted down.
Ji Nanyu squatted down and piled the hay into the shape of a bird's nest.
And under this desperate friction, a wisp of black smoke gradually rose from the small hole.
But under this dark night, not many people noticed it at first.
As the smoke grew louder, it finally caught their attention.
Zhao Mingli was also a little surprised.
There is really smoke, and if there is smoke, there will be fire.
Damn, she pretended to be it again.
Although I thought so in my heart, the movements of my subordinates did not stop at all.
After all, it's about the fate of all of them.
If you can really get rid of the fire and create your own flame, then every household can use the flame anytime, anywhere!
Not only will they be able to survive the long winter, but more importantly, it will put them ahead of the other tribes!
Slowly, a few sporadic fires popped up on the plank.
The tip of the stick glowed faintly, as if it had been ignited.
Ji Nanyu quickly moved the bird's nest over, and then motioned to Zhao Mingli to put the tip of the wooden stick in the middle of the bird's nest.
Seeing that Zhao Mingli wanted to directly push the wooden stick in, she hurriedly stopped it.
"Are you a tiger or not, just dip a little side!"
At the critical moment, Zhao Mingli didn't say anything about her, and obediently raised the wooden stick.
Everyone held their breath and watched the scene quietly.
The sticks were set on fire as soon as they came into contact with the hay.
The fire grew bigger and bigger, and it began to spread, and then the whole hay was burned.
Looking at the firelight and the black smoke, everyone's expressions were very excited, they could create their own flames!
It was also unknown to the crowd who had called out the first guide.
Then, more and more people shouted.
"Guider of the Celestial Wolf God, bless my clan!"
Even in this chaos, Ji Nanyu heard someone call her a god.
She was also very happy in her heart, and her first reaction was to stand up and find Zhao Wumian's location.
Seeing Zhao Wumian sitting in a wheelchair, there was a light smile on the corner of his mouth.
Perhaps touched by this warm atmosphere, Ji Nanyu didn't know what to think at that moment, and threw herself into Zhao Wumian's arms excitedly.
And Zhao Wumian was suddenly pounced on by her, and the two arms on the armrests were a little stiff.
Then he slowly tentatively put his arm behind Ji Nanyi's waist, just like his parents comforted him when he was a child, and patted it lightly.
Zhao Ming inadvertently saw his brother's movements, and suddenly had a sour nose.
He quickly twisted his head back, and the corners of his mouth pulled up a sarcastic arc, pretending that he didn't see it.
The clansmen next to him were all in pairs, and he was only one person.
Eh, no, and Uncle Tang.
He didn't feel sad all of a sudden, Uncle Tang was still alone at such an old age.
And he's still young and not in a hurry.
It wasn't too early to see that it was getting dark, and he clapped his hands to divert everyone's attention.
"Today is a day to remember, the guide of the Sirius God, Ji Nanyu, taught us to create flames.
But now it's getting late, so let's go home early, and we'll find another day to celebrate. β
As soon as the words fell, everyone nodded in agreement.
Zhao Mingli silently turned around and left, and the woman who followed him at the beginning also left with him.
Ji Nanyu was ignited by emotions at first, and suddenly heard Zhao Mingli's voice, as if he had woken up from a dream.
She got up from Zhao Wumian embarrassedly, her ears were slightly red, but she still pretended to be calm: "Let's go, let's go home too." β
Zhao Wumian saw Ji Nanyu's pretending to be calm, and thought it was quite funny.
Forget it, it's still not fun to expose her, scare the little girl away.
Ji Nanyu has a small problem, when facing a big scene, no matter how nervous he is, he will not show it at that time.
But after the crisis passed, she would chat with the old lady and keep thinking about it.
She pushed the wheelchair and complained reasonably: "Liu Yuqing must have pushed that child out just now!" β
Zhao Wumian nodded: "It's indeed her." β
Ji Nanyu didn't actually think that he would respond to him, and was a little surprised when he heard this: "How do you know?" β
But Zhao Wumian frowned, didn't say anything more, but put his hand on the back of Ji Nanyi's hand and stopped her questioning.
He jerked back and looked at a big tree behind him: "Did you come out on your own, or did I call you out?" β