The rise of the poor

Chapter 489 Survival on the Island ([-])

Drilling wood to make fire first originated in China, and it was made by using the principle of frictional heat generation.

When drilling wood, place combustibles such as hay and sawdust around the drilled holes in the wood. A large amount of heat will be generated during friction. When the heat accumulates to a certain extent, light smoke will come out. Blow air, send in combustion-supporting oxygen, and combustibles such as dry grass and sawdust can generate fire.

Zhu Pingan understood all these principles, but when he actually practiced making fire, Zhu Pingan realized that it was really difficult to make fire by drilling wood.

Zhu Pingan rubbed the wooden stick with both hands, very hard, but the eyes of the little bun girl on the side were sore, and Zhu Pingan couldn't get out the fire, but it hurt from the hand.

But it is not without effect, at least the wood feels hot.

Seeing how easy it is to drill wood, Baozi's little maid also came up to join in the fun, but it was not as good as Zhu Pingan's. She panted a lot, and the frequency of rubbing was much lower, so naturally she couldn't make a fire.

Li Shu also tried, but also failed.

"My lord, what should I do?" The bun girl raised her head, bit her lip, and asked pitifully at Zhu Ping'an.

Zhu Pingan thought for a moment. The reason why the three of them could not get out the fire was that the frequency of rubbing the sticks was too low. .

Having found the crux, Zhu Pingan considered how to increase the frequency of rubbing the wooden stick, and then Zhu Pingan thought of the bowstring.Make a simple bow, twist the bowstring on the wooden stick, and then draw the bow quickly to drive the wooden stick to rotate at high speed.

"There is a way." After thinking of a way, Zhu Ping'an raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Looking at the curvature of Zhu Pingan's lips, Li Shu's brows and eyes were full of charming charm, and a pair of watery eyes were about to drip water, no matter what the problem was, he couldn't help him.

The little maid of Baozi was a little suspicious. She didn't doubt Zhu Ping'an, but she suspected that Lao Shizi was drilling wood to make fire, drilling wood to make fire?No matter how it sounds, it's a bit unreliable.

In the eyes of the two girls, Zhu Pingan went to the stream and broke another branch, then tore a piece of fine cloth from his clothes, tied it to the branch to make a simple bowstring.

I saw a small piece of grooved stone from the stream and brought it with me. Wrap the bowstring around the stick, press the stick with the grooved stone, put the stick in the small hole in the wood below, and start Pull the bow.

The bow body drives the bowstring, and then wraps the wooden stick in a high-speed rotation, which is dozens of times faster than Zhu Pingan's hand rubbing.

um. um.
The sound of friction is endless.

Simple and repetitive drawing is very boring, but drilling wood to make fire is to endure this kind of boring.Moreover, success is often like this. You must endure loneliness and boredom to be successful.

Baozi's maid looked at Zhu Ping'an drilling wood with her chin in her hand, and she began to nod and doze off.
Hmmmm. Drilling, I don't know how long it took, Zhu Pingan saw a wisp of smoke gradually rising from the drilling hole, almost invisible, but it was actually smoking.

"It's smoking." Li Shu narrowed her eyes.

"Ah, it's really smoking, it's smoking." The little maid of Baozi vaguely heard her lady say that it was smoking, then she raised her head, and then saw that the wood under Zhu Ping'an's hand started to smoke. It came, and then there was a shiver, and he jumped up with a cry.

After the smoke came out, Zhu Ping hit the iron while it was hot and continued to draw the bowstring.

Li Shu came over at this moment, squatted down, puffed out her small mouth, and blew slowly.

When Li Shu just started blowing, Zhu Pingan still wanted to stop Li Shu, lest this young lady who didn't touch Yang Chunshui would blow out the sparks that she finally got out of. You must know that blowing fire is a technical job. The fire is extinguished in a hurry, and the bragging is too small to be useful. It has to be just right. Zhu Pingan also fought with his mother Chen for a long time before he mastered it.

However, before Zhu Pingan could stop it, Li Shu had already blown it up.

Moreover, Li Shu's bragging was better than Zhu Ping'an's expectations. If Li Shu wasn't a lady from a wealthy family, Zhu Ping'an would have thought that Li Shu was a pretty cook with several years of cooking experience.

This blowing was really just right, and Zhu Pingan probably couldn't blow the effect by himself.

This girl is really an evildoer, she can have such wisdom for the first time blowing fire, Zhu Pingan secretly sighed in his heart when drilling wood, this girl is really blessed.

With the help of Li Shu, Zhu Pingan's drilling for fire went much smoother. The green smoke rose more and more, and the thick green smoke lingered as if a fairy was about to come out. Slowly took out the wooden stick, Li Shu blew lightly, and the flames started to burn.

The fire was transferred to the hearth built with stones in time, and then dry grass was placed to ignite the fire. The fire gradually grew stronger, and slightly damp hay was put into it, followed by the picked firewood.

The flames are very competitive, and the fire under the stove is very strong.

I don't know whether it's curiosity or some playfulness, Li Shu broke off a branch to use as long chopsticks, washed it in the clear stream, and started cooking fish soup.

well-dressed

Forget it, Zhu Pingan smiled indifferently, let Li Shu toss it, anyway, no matter how bad the fish soup is, it is still fish soup, and I will not pick my mouth after being hungry for so long, so I will satisfy this young lady's playing house Be interested.

If it's really hard to drink later, just fill your stomach and drink less.

After Zhu Pingan made up his mind, he went to the stream to look for other things that could fill his stomach, such as wild fruits. This kind of water source environment should be rich in products.

Zhu Pingan was not disappointed. After searching for a while, Zhu Pingan found a cluster of red wild strawberries in a bush, which was smaller than modern strawberries, about the size of a quail egg.This kind of wild strawberry, Zhu Ping'an had picked it with his father and brother in the mountains before, and it tasted quite delicious.

Oh, by the way, it is the famous "raspberry" written by Mr. Lu Xun, but people in Xiahe Village are used to calling it "Mencius", which is actually the abbreviation of Shumeng. fruit.

Zhu Pingan picked off the ripe ones from the cluster of wild strawberries, and left the unripe ones on the plants. He picked more than 30 wild strawberries.After picking it off, Zhu Ping'an washed it in the stream, pocketed it with his clothes and returned to the original stream.

When Zhu Ping'an returned, Li Shu had already made fresh fish soup, and before he got there, he smelled a tempting fragrance of fresh fish soup.

It's so fragrant?
Probably because he was starving, Zhu Pingan laughed at himself, Li Shu, a young lady who never touches Yang Chunshui, had a whim, how could it be so delicious to make fish soup for the first time.

(End of this chapter)