Night came quickly.

The fire outside the shack was getting brighter and brighter.

Lawrence leaned against the shack, and behind him was sacks of soft dirt.

He stretched out his legs, half-sat and half-lay in the shack, and a meter away from his feet in the doorway, was the occasional crackling fire.

Occasionally, sparks popped out of the wood and soon extinguished in the nearby meadows.

At night, the forest is damp and cold, the fog is ghostly and ghostly, and the oozing roars of owls and wild cats can be heard from time to time.

Lawrence paused slightly with the dagger in his hand and scratched at his itchy scalp.

Soon he carefully dried the dagger with rat skin, placed it under the wooden pillow, picked up the stone he had picked up from the side, and continued to work on the branches and chips that were placed on his lap.

Taking advantage of this little time in the evening, Lawrence quietly made simple tools such as chopsticks and bamboo sticks.

Lawrence wanted to make a pair of tongs, similar to longer scissors, that could pinch rocks out of the fire, or control rats and some prey that could not be caught by hand without using his hands.

However, this tool is not easy to make, and the most troublesome thing is the material.

It is necessary to use a sturdy piece of wood, and it should not be too long, because if it is too long, it will not be easy to be stressed and it will be easy to break.

In the absence of iron, wood and stone are the best tools.

It is more convenient to go to the blacksmith at the bottom of the mountain to buy ironware, or to fight or work, Lawrence holds two stones the size of a bowl and thinks about the structure of the grinding plate.

He kept pressing the two stones together and rotating them, restoring the specific structure according to the way he remembered the rotation and discharging of the stone mills.

"There must be grinding marks between the two grinding discs to increase friction, and these marks will rub against each other when the upper grinding disc and the lower stone are grinding."

"In my memory, when the stone mill rotates, there will be a continuous friction sound, not the kind of one by one, and the dents of the two stone mills should be more strained and more evenly distributed."

"There can't be any overlap, or you'll get stuck."

"That is, the indentation should be able to stick the fallen wheat and beans into the main one, and then bring out the debris from the indentation into the next indentation to continue processing, and the function of each indentation is to bring the material into the next indentation, and use the gravity of the indentation and the stone mill to stir up the particles."

Lawrence had never made a stone mill before, or even had experience using it.

Many related technologies can only be restored by relying on broken memories and supporting basic knowledge.

Lawrence put down the stone and put his left and right hands together, the palms of his hands pressed together, and slowly rotated his hands.

The frictional sensation coming from the palm of his hand made Lawrence's brain think easier.

He kept turning his hands from side to side, because the joints of his arms could only rotate for a small distance, so he had to repeat the process repeatedly.

Soon Lawrence's palms were a little hot, and when the two palms continued to press hard, there was a feeling of heat and itching in the palms of his palms.

Lawrence quickly and lazily leaned back on the dirt bag, holding two flat stones and thinking about how to work them.

You can't use a dagger, but if you use wood and other stones, it's basically useless.

Other manual tasks can also be done, such as making bowls and cups.

The problem is that it's not about surviving in the wilderness, and it's not about having to rub everything empty-handed, things like bowls and cups can be borrowed from Andrew's house, so it's not worth the time to do that.

"If I make a stone mill, I can not only use it myself, but also exchange it for other materials."

Lawrence roughly understood the internal structure of the stone mill, but he understood that whether it could be done or not depended on the hands-on ability of the time.

"Tools, if I don't have a sturdy nail or a pestle? In short, there is no iron thing that can exert force, and it is not possible to do it at all. ”

Lawrence sighed, and as soon as his frustration rose, he suddenly thought of someone else.

"What I can't do without reason, others can easily do it, this is a technical problem, not a strength problem?"

Lawrence frowned as he thought about the villager's mill.

There are many mills in the kingdom of Loven, almost every village has a mill for making noodles, such as those noble manors in the capital of the kingdom, and this kind of professional tool is indispensable.

The mill is a special symbol of this era and a center of technology.

Lawrence knew that the mill of the aristocratic manor must have the support of manpower and material resources, and he could only compare with the mill of a small village.

There were several stone mills in the mill of Bhumixiu in the village of Yamashita, and Lawrence had an idea when he thought of the few stone mills in the warehouse.

"It's that I'm thinking too much, and what I see in the village is also a stone wheel similar to a stone mill, so why do I have to break through technical and environmental constraints to make a stone mill?"

Compared with stone grinding, stone grinding is more cumbersome and more wasteful.

Stone mills can process fine flour, while stone mills crush the grains and put them in a flat basket after the stones have crushed the grains, and then a few bumps to separate the crushed husks from the cracked grains.

Andrew's thin noodles are not actually fine, but they are fine for Lawrence Sophia and the bitter cold people who eat potatoes all day.

In fact, the wheat flour they eat is the product of simple processing.

Of course, this is already very high-level, without deliberately mixed sand and wood chips, which is already an extremely high aristocratic standard.

"You can make a stone mortar first, the stone mortar is much simpler, it is a small bucket for pounding medicine and grain, and the stone grinding...... I think I need iron too. ”

Lawrence found himself stuck in a cycle where iron was needed to make both stone mills and stone mills.

The matter of the stone mill was not so urgent for the time being, and when a gust of wind blew the campfire to the ground, Lawrence quickly climbed out of the hole and stood up.

The pine forest was filled with the sound of swaying branches, and in the dark moonless night shadow, the shaking branches around them, and the howling wind, quickly took most of the heat from Lawrence's body.

"It's going to rain!"

Lawrence hurriedly moved the fire to the shack, where the dry soil had been laid and a reserved [sanitary pit] was dug.

It was not a good idea to go out to the bathroom at night, and Lawrence's original plan was to bury it on the spot and throw it out again tomorrow.

But I didn't eat game today, I ate my own pies, and even the water I drank was brought by myself, so I didn't have diarrhea and I didn't need this thing.

Lawrence rekindled the fire in the pit that had been used to prevent stomach troubles, and placed spare fuel around it, drying some branches and leaves that were not very dry in advance.

As soon as the flames were stabilized in the hut, thunder and lightning came from outside.

Rumble!

Thunder resounded through the mountains and for a moment Lawrence saw through the narrow hole a silent world as bright as day.

The sky lit up for only a moment, and then darkened again the next.

Invisible raindrops fell on the pine forests and the ground, and the sound of rain could be heard on the sloping grass huts.

Lawrence's eyes narrowed, he didn't care to feel the storm outside, he kept squinting and covering his nose.

He made the mistake of not making facilities such as chimneys in advance, and he also ignored the difference between burning the same wood outdoors and indoors.

The pungent smell of burning pine branches made Lawrence understand that he had to make a choice, when he used the branches he had lazily collected from the woods to light the fire.

Will you continue to endure the pungent smell of fireworks, or will you endure the cold?

Humans and beasts don't have to freeze to death, but they can be smoked to death.

This kind of thing must not be insisted on, and if you persist in it, you will die!

Without much hesitation, Lawrence quickly buried the fire with earth, sealing the smoke from the pine branches and leaves.

Outside, there was a raging storm, and even the hole where the mound was made quickly collected rainwater.

The rain quickly flowed down the slope and far away, and the surrounding foliage and land were not prone to water accumulation.

The humidity and cooling brought by the heavy rain quickly seeped into the shack.

Lawrence made a breathing hole with his dagger, and there was still a lot of suspended smoke in the shack, which refused to leave the small, dimly lit shack.

Before he knew it, Lawrence fell asleep, and when he slowly woke up from the bitter cold, he found that there was still a small amount of smoke left in the cave where he was huddled.

The wind and rain outside are still irritable.

The coma is not long, it may be just a few seconds, it can be a few minutes, or it can be an hour.

Lawrence clasped his hands in front of him, and found the animal skin blanket that he had not had time to cover when he had just worked.

Because of the cold, my body began to shiver constantly.

Lawrence wanted to be warmer, and he curled up under the blanket, closing his eyes and thinking about tomorrow.

Soon, Lawrence misses the warmth of home and every ordinary night he has been with before.