Mountain Wild Clouds

Chapter 120 You don't need a furball

He tried to use his mind to mark one of the cells that had just split. He imagined writing a '6' on it, but it was actually successful.

This is amazing, as if his mental thoughts can be used as pen and ink, and these cells can be used as paper.Finally, he withdrew from the microcosm of inner vision.

At this moment, he had no problems with his mind, but his body was twitching and shaking.

The little fur ball and the little tiger cub looked at him in amazement, but they didn't dare to approach him, because they all saw lightning appearing on him just now, and then they saw him fall to the ground.

When he let the little fur ball give him a shot before, he fell to the ground and twitched, which they all understand, even if they are beasts.

But now, they really don't understand, why did he suddenly get an electric shock himself?
The two little animals seemed to think this was miraculous, and stared at him with wide eyes.

Yun Buliu also thought it was amazing, his body was lying on the ground swinging, but his consciousness was 'watching' very clearly, as if his consciousness and body were separated at this moment.

He couldn't feel the pain, as if he had lost his pain nerve.

However, when he withdrew from this microscopic perspective and returned to consciousness, he felt as if his whole body was being pierced by needles.

The pain made him scream involuntarily.

It was much stronger than the pain felt when the little fur ball gave him an electric shock.

Obviously, he didn't control the strength well, the current was a little too big.

Compared with the little hairball, his ability to control the electric current is obviously much worse.

However, the effect was still there. He lay down on the ground and rested for a while. When he was able to get up, he really felt his body recovered, and the previous fatigue had disappeared.

In other words, he actually didn't need the little furball, the little Thunder Beast.

I don't know if the little fur ball is also aware of this problem. When it looks at Yun Buliu, there seems to be a sense of loss in its eyes.

However, Yun Buliu himself didn't realize this, he was still proud of being able to replenish his physical strength, he felt that he was really amazing.

He happily hummed a little song, and then happily ran to the lake to look for rough and hard sandstone that could be used to sharpen knives. It was not difficult to find this thing.

Not long after, he found a big stone that could be used as a whetstone. He carried it back and put it on the edge of a small pond not far from the water pipe.

Then he ran back to the small bamboo building and took out the black hatchet with an extremely rough surface.

He didn't know whether such a hatchet was strong or not. After all, it was a pig iron knife made directly from a mold, so the texture would definitely be brittle, and he didn't know whether it needed to be forged again.

But anyway, it looks like it can be used, so use it first!If it doesn't work, he still has a lot of iron bars left, and he will forge another one at that time.

However, I heard that those blacksmiths would wrap steel on the edge of the knife, and he didn't know how to wrap it.Of course, he doesn't have steel now either.

After grinding for a long time, I finally saw a touch of white on the blade of the pitch-black hatchet.

He swung it lightly twice, then ran to the back mountain with the hatchet in his hand, and first planted a small tree with a diameter as large as the mouth of a bowl, which was the kind of strong wood he had chosen to make short spears.

This solid wood is hard and heavy, making it an excellent material for wooden spears.

This kind of wood is also needed to make spear shafts for those iron spear heads.

Of course, he also planned to use these solid woods to make the handles of tools such as hoes and axes.

However, to create the handles of these tools, some carpentry tools are required, especially planers and chisels, as well as saws.Don't worry about the chisel, it has already been cast, and you only need to polish it carefully, and then add a wooden handle to it, and then it can be used.

As for the plane, that is, the planer, he has already made a few blades, and he will need to build them slowly according to the shape he remembers.

As for the saw, this gave Yun Buliu a headache.

In fact, the saw can be represented by gold-patterned animal teeth. Anyway, when he used it to cut things, he either used tiger teeth or wild boar tusks.

And if he wanted to use a saw, he had to sharpen the saw teeth. Polishing those saw teeth was not an easy task. He needed to find a thin whetstone.

And you have to be careful not to break those sawtooths.

However, Yun Buliu didn't dare to have too much hope for things like saws. After all, the saws were made of cast iron molds. The texture must be very brittle, and it might break down in a short time.

He tried to cut the solid wood with a hatchet, but the hatchet did not crack, and the quality was not bad.

With his sharp blade and his strength, a small tree with a diameter of about ten centimeters broke as soon as it was cut, and the incision was smooth without any muddy water.

Yun Buliu is quite satisfied with this!

Then, he cut off the branches of this small tree, and then found a few solid logs of the same size, chopped them, tied them together and carried them back.

These small trees also need to be peeled and dried before they can be used to make wooden handles.

If you use undried wood to make wooden handles, it will definitely shrink in the future, and then the wooden handle will definitely fall off with the iron tools, and everything will be in vain.

After carrying those small trees back to the small bamboo building by the lake, Yun Buliu peeled them one by one, and then leaned on the small bamboo building to dry.

Stand it upright and padded the bottom to make it easier to dry.

Finally, before noon, the heavy rain came as expected, and it continued to fall until night.

Originally, he was thinking that when the rain stopped in the afternoon, he would go to the lake to lure a crocodile to come and slaughter it for dinner.In the end, seeing the endless rain, he had no choice but to take off his animal skin coat, put on a pair of alligator leather pants, and went to the water pipe to wash the dried meat.

In the evening, the rain stopped.

Yun Buliu returned to the second floor and continued to meditate, allowing his spiritual thoughts to wander in the microscopic world.

The next day, even though he needed to go hunting, Yun Buliu didn't want to go to the woods to find sins at this time. The woods after the rain were extremely cool, and he would feel wet when he went in.

He was going to find trouble with those dry wood by the lake.

It turned out that those dead wood seemed to be far away from the lake.

I don't know if it's because he likes to hunt these dry wood more and more, so they gradually stay away from the lake shore and this dangerous place.

After thinking about it, he ran back and brought back a piece of jerky. He used the brand-new hunting knife that he sharpened yesterday afternoon to chop the jerky into pieces and threw it into the lake.

Those dry woods were indeed not very intelligent, and they couldn't see such an obvious trap, but they were caught by him with the method of feeding.

Just looking at the big crocodile in front of him, which may be more than seven meters in length, the corners of Yun Buliu's lips twitched slightly, do you want to change it?
How scary is a seven-meter-long crocodile?
Yun Buliu felt that its big mouth could completely hold his whole body.

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(End of this chapter)