Chapter 15: Wandering ......

"Da!"

"Da!"

The boy sweated like rain on the cliff.

The cliff wall needs to be set up with a stepping point every ten meters high, although he knew that it was difficult, but when it was really implemented, Tang Chen found that he still underestimated the difficulty of this link. Hold on to rocks or rock crevices with one hand, and try to find a foothold on the cliff wall with both feet, barely keeping your body balanced. Most of the time, he could only stab himself into the cliff with a sharpened stick in one hand, hoping to make a hole that could be inserted into a stick.

Using a wooden stick to deal with a stone wall is difficult to exert under your feet, and the difficulty can be imagined.

Changing hands a few times halfway, Tang Chen persevered for ten minutes, and then had to go down the cliff to rest due to exhaustion of physical strength.

Sitting at the bottom of the cliff, Tang Chen picked up a gourd, unscrewed the mouth of the bottle, and drank it with his neck up.

The gourd is only more than a palm high, and the mountain vines are full of knots, and with a little treatment, it is a natural water bottle, and Tang Chen quickly drank up the water of a gourd. There are more than ten gourds full of water under the cliff, and Tang Chen will drink them in half a day at most, and the hard work of making holes in the cliff can be imagined.

After drinking the water, not caring about his physical fatigue, Tang Chen immediately meditated cross-legged and soon entered a state of pranayama.

The spiritual power in his body traveled along a specific line, and at the end of the two weeks, Tang Chen opened his eyes. Although the meditation time was short, the effect was surprisingly good, the meridians and limbs seemed to be overcharged, and the fatigue was swept away.

Tang Chen jumped up.

Grasping the hanging rattan rope, his hands and feet and using the rope to go up, his body is as agile as an ape, and he continues to make holes.

As the wooden drill fell again and again, the gravel fell, and the cliff wall rained gravel.

Lacking iron tools, Tang Chen could only use sharpened sticks as wooden drills, and he prepared three wooden drills of different lengths to meet the needs of different terrains and different depths. These are made of harder material, and if they are not, they cannot be used to make holes in the cliff face. In order to make these wooden drills, Tang Chen's beloved boning knife broke out a few times, considering that the wooden drill will wear out when punching holes, and the wooden drill needs to be trimmed in the future, the boning knife has actually had nothing to do with cooking.

Tang Chen had already made two holes, and was playing the third hole thirty meters above the ground.

The first two holes took a day, and Tang Chen went back and forth between the ground and the cliff no less than twenty times. It is always easier to make a hole in a low place, first, there are a large number of mountain vines to settle down, and second, the risk of falling off the cliff is not so great, and it is not easy to shrink back when you do the work. Above 50 meters, the mountain vines covering the cliffs have been significantly reduced, and above 100 meters, there are large reddish-brown cliffs everywhere in sight, and it will be more difficult to find a foothold, and the efficiency of drilling will naturally be affected.

The beginning has been so difficult, and the rest of the work is not optimistic.

Tang Chen tried hard to put these bad news behind him, he had no way out, no matter how difficult it was, he had to face it. Instead of thinking about those discouraged things, it is better to think about how to work better.

The sound of wooden chisels crashing against the cliff wall echoed through the silent valley.

The cliff wall was towering and majestic, thick and condensed like a giant beast in the wilderness, and the boy attached to the cliff wall looked like an insignificant ant. The ants waved their claws in front of the desolate beast, stabbing their weapons at the beast's body again and again, and although it was difficult to damage the beast, the ants still tried their best with each blow.

If you don't achieve your goal, you won't give up!

Tang Chen is constantly summing up, and he is willing to try any method that may improve efficiency.

It was not advisable to stab wildly, and he found that a few pry strokes of the wooden drill into the hole could loosen the surrounding rocks and accelerate the rate of rock disintegration.

Tang Chen thought of Yugong.

"If he is an old man here, he will definitely think that his brother is his lifelong acquaintance. The teenager laughed at himself.

The cost of distraction is slipping under your feet and almost falling off the cliff. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, let go of the wooden drill in time, and grabbed the mountain vine with both hands to escape. Rao is like this, the already torn robe was cut by the mountain stone.

Tang Chen broke out in a cold sweat.

After this accident, when he made a hole in the cliff, he did not forget to wrap a rattan rope around his waist, and the other end of the rattan rope was tied to the wooden stick at the nearest stepping point. Punching the hole from the bottom up, this rope does not help him stabilize his body on the cliff wall, and even increases his weight, but it can play a certain protective role. Even if the horse misses the front hoof, it will be pulled by the rattan rope, which is equivalent to adding an insurance to yourself.

This decision turned out to be very wise, and several times after that, it was the safety rope that pulled him back from the ghost gate. Although it is inevitable to bump and be injured during the fall, at least there is no fear of life.

When climbing, his clothes were torn, so he simply took them off, Tang Chen hoped that when he came out of the valley, he would at least have clothes to cover his body, even if it was a little tattered. The Qiankun bag helped a lot, Tang Chen took out some sundries that were not needed for the time being, and made room for various tools, rattan ropes, wooden drills, wooden sticks that were driven into small holes, and wooden wedges that fixed wooden sticks were all in it, and Tang Chen's extra weight was reduced to a minimum.

Shirtless, barefoot, shorts, a bundle of rattan rope wrapped around the waist, and a bag hanging on the rattan rope.

This is Tang Chen's normal form when he is working on the cliff.

As he struggled to make a hole in the cliff, the Qiankun bag swung and swayed between his legs......

The picture is so beautiful that people dare not look at it directly.

The daytime is always full, and the focus is on the hole-making at this stage, while also taking into account the overall process. If there are not enough vines, you have to cut some so that you don't waste your time at night, and if you don't have enough sticks, you have to find them, otherwise your progress will stagnate. Clever little Tom can do Tang Chen a little favor, finding the right size of sticks is its strength, although it can't afford to bring it back to the camp, it can save Tang Chen a little time.

When night fell, when preparing dinner, Tang Chen could usher in a relatively leisurely time.

After eating, the evening is not easy, and there are a lot of things to do. There was a risk of scratching his hands when dealing with vines, and refining rattan ropes made him deplete his spiritual power, but this effort was really nothing compared to the hardships of struggling between the cliffs during the day. He can sit in front of the campfire while listening to the announcements, complete his evening work, or meditate.

At night, it's not just about work and practice, it's also about enjoying food.

Tom escalates his killing of the black beetle swarm, just to get an extra late-night snack.

The little guy has a limited amount of belly, and the vast majority of the added food goes into the stomach of a certain foodie. Every time he entered a formation, a piece of insect flesh would be thrown into Tang Chen's mouth, speeding up the recovery of his spiritual power.

Little Tom still has no regrets, and he works hard to catch the black beetle.

Since the foodie went into crazy work mode, the day has been extremely busy, and even the cooking time has been compressed. The original three meals of the day have become two, and the cooking time of each meal seems to be shorter than before, and there is a suspicion of cutting corners, which is not Tom's speculation, but the taste of the food is reflected.

Little Tom was quite dissatisfied with this, but he could not do anything about it.

Tang Chen was always so busy during the day, he could only hope for the evening.

At night, Tang Chen seemed more relaxed, and occasionally played with it for a while.

The most important thing is that the taste of the supper is guaranteed.