Mountain Wild Clouds

Chapter 113 Trying to Control the Thunder
Tired of logging, tired of logging, tired of logging for love...

Clearly, logging has never been easy.However, for Yunbuliu, logging is not necessarily tiring. Compared with quarrying, logging is much easier.

If he had been killed more than a year ago, he would not have believed that one day he would go to do quarrying and logging, a job that only migrant workers can do.

It's not that he looks down on those migrant workers. After all, the wages of those migrant workers are much higher than those of employees like him!The reason why he thinks he can't do it is because he can't do physical work.

In fact, most of the younger generation living in the city are like this, and Yunbuliu is not the only one in this situation.

After all, the vast majority of young people are in a sub-healthy state, and it is impossible to do heavy work.

Of course, on the other hand, Yun Buliu also felt that physical labor had no future.

Physical strength can be said to be the cheapest thing in people.

However, in this world, unless he goes to those primitive tribes to become a witch and lead the primitive people of those tribes out of poverty, otherwise, he has to do everything by himself.

As for becoming a witch in those primitive tribes, Yun Buliu thought it was impossible.

As the prettiest kid in the big tribes, how could he not know what the girls and sisters in those tribes thought about him?He can't let their plot succeed.

He slowly scraped around a giant tree with a diameter of nearly 1.5 meters with his canine teeth. When he scraped to the center of the tree, he began to drive a triangular wooden plug into the crack on one side.

These triangular wooden plugs can not only determine the direction in which the giant log falls, but also protect his arms.

After all, it was extremely dangerous for his arm to go in and out of the crack, and no one knew when the giant tree would fall.

It took him half a day to 'cut' down the giant tree. Fortunately, the movement here did not attract the attention of those ground-walking dragon beasts, otherwise it would be another troublesome matter.

Presumably those earth-moving dragon beasts are not around here, otherwise there must be movement.

After cutting down the giant tree, it is easier and much faster to cut the next section.

In less than half an hour, he went back carrying a giant log more than three meters long.

Behind him was the little tiger cub who had just emerged from the grass.

The little furball jumped onto the giant log on his shoulders, not afraid of crushing Yun Buliu.

In fact, he didn't feel the weight of the little hairball at all. This giant tree should be regarded as a kind of solid wood. Although its density is not greater than that of water, it is probably not much worse.

Although it looks only less than three meters, its weight is not light at all.

Every step you take leaves a footprint on the ground.

He reckoned that this giant tree less than three meters might weigh seven or eight thousand catties.

When he carried the giant log back to the small bamboo building by the lake, he collapsed to the ground, and let the little fur ball hit him to replenish his energy.

After feeling alive and well, he began to process the giant wood, first peeling the giant wood, and then breaking it into pieces.

The most important model, in his opinion, is actually the cauldron model.The cauldron model is easy and easy to say, but also difficult to say.Easy, just dig a circular hole.

However, in the absence of tools, it is not an easy task to polish the hole dug out of this wood to a rounder shape.

But it doesn't matter, he has time to polish this slowly.

So, at night, he continued to study the ancient cultivation methods and meditate, but he was a little regretful that for two consecutive nights, he did not enter the state of seeing the thunder before.

During the day, he polished the cauldron model, and it took him two days for just one cauldron model.

It was not until the third day, after polishing the model of the cauldron, that he started frying tea.

After frying the tea, he ran to the dug earthen kiln again, and made a mud trough out of yellow mud.

The bottom of the mud tank is inclined to one side, and then the crushed stone ore will be put on it. If the molten iron can be smelted, the molten iron will flow out to one side, and then flow out of the earthen kiln into the prepared mud tank outside. , and then pour the molten iron into various models.

It took him another two days just to pinch one such mud trough.

However, he was a little worried that the mud trough was not strong enough. He was afraid that when the crushed iron ore was put into the mud trough, the mud trough would be crushed and the molten iron would flow all over the place.

Of course, the crushed iron ore must be smelted.

After that, he used yellow mud to make molds for various tools, such as iron spearheads, kitchen knives, butcher knives, hoes, axes, hammers, steel brazing... and so on.

It is not difficult to make molds for these things with yellow mud. You can cut those things out of wood directly, and then wrap these wooden tool models with yellow mud.

After the yellow mud is half dry, carefully cut the yellow mud with a bone knife, and after taking out the wooden model inside, a yellow mud mold is formed.

It took him several days to make and polish these models and molds.

From tea picking, to making molds for various tools, to crushing those iron ores...it took him nearly ten days in total.

Finally, after the most difficult things in his opinion were done by him, he felt that tomorrow he could start the furnace to make charcoal, or to say iron.

After dinner, he habitually lay on the bamboo chair and played a song against the evening wind.

Then, by the light of the torch, he reviewed those incomplete ancient practice methods.

When everything was silent, he silently extinguished the torch, turned his mind to the sky, and entered meditation.

Life seems to be full of rituals.

In this sense of ritual, he finally saw the scene of the thunder raging again.

He looked curiously at the thunderbolts wandering in the red space, and cruising in it, as if observing the birth and death of those thunderbolts at close range.

This scene made him feel unbelievable and eye-opening.

Just when he was amazed by this, he once again withdrew from the scene, he was forced to do so, because his heart 'moved' again.

He knew that lightning in nature is produced by the interaction of cations and ions.

And in the pictures he saw, the generation of thunder and lightning was also the electric sparks produced by the friction of two different energies after they collided with each other.

He felt that he might have grasped the incredible origin of something, and then he settled down again and continued to enter meditation.

Not long after, he saw that scene again.

In this crimson world, thunder and lightning are born and died, and are wandering.

It brings destruction, but also life.

Countless lives were born accordingly, and countless lives died because of it.

He tried to control these thunders, and then, he did it.

　Thank you for your rewards and recommendations, and thank you Mr. Ye for your rewards, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)