Rise From the Humble

Drilling wood to make fire first originated in China. It uses the principle of friction and heat to make fire.

When drilling wood, place flammable materials such as hay and sawdust around the hole 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. At this time, gently touch the place where the smoke originates. Blow into the air to introduce combustion-supporting oxygen, and flammable materials such as hay and sawdust can create a fire.

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

Zhu Pingan rubbed the wooden stick with both hands, working very hard, but the eyes of the little maid with steamed buns on the side were sore from looking at it. Zhu Pingan couldn't take out the fire, but it hurt from grinding his hands.

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

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

Li Shu also tried it, but failed.

"Uncle, what should I do?" The little maid Baozi raised her head, bit her lip, and looked at Zhu Pingan pitifully and asked.

Zhu Ping'an thought for a moment. The crux of the reason why the three of them could not get out the fire by drilling the wood was that the frequency of rubbing the sticks was too low. The heat generated could not reach the ignition point of the hay wood, so they could not get out the fire. .

After finding the crux, Zhu Pingan thought about how to increase the frequency of rubbing the stick, and then Zhu Pingan thought of the bow string. Make a simple bow, twist the bowstring on a wooden stick, and then quickly pull the bow, the wooden stick will rotate at high speed.

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

Looking at the curve of Zhu Ping'an's lips, Li Shu's brows and eyes were full of moving charm, and his watery eyes were about to drip. No matter what problem he had, he could not be troubled.

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

Under the gaze of the two girls, Zhu Ping'an went to the stream and folded another branch. Then he tore off a piece of fine cloth from his clothes and tied it to the branch to make a simple bowstring.

I brought a small piece of stone with grooves from the stream and brought it over. I wound the bowstring around the stick, pressed it on the stick with the grooved stone, placed the stick in the small hole in the wood below, and then started Pull the bow.

The bow body drives the bow string, and then wraps it around the wooden stick to run at high speed, which is dozens of times faster than Zhu Pingan's rubbing with his hands.

Uh-huh.

The sound of friction is endless.

Simply pulling and pulling repeatedly is very boring, but drilling wood to make fire means you have to endure this boringness. Moreover, success is often like this. Only by enduring loneliness and boredom can you succeed.

The little maid Baozi held her chin and watched Zhu Ping'an drilling the wood, and she began to nod off and doze off.

Uh-huh. After drilling for some time, Zhu Pingan saw a wisp of light smoke gradually rising from the drill hole. It was almost invisible, but it was real smoke.

"There's smoke." Li Shu narrowed her eyes.

"Ah, it's really smoking, it's smoking." The little maid Baozi heard her lady say "smoking" in a daze. Then she raised her head and saw the wood under Zhu Ping'an's hand starting to smoke. It came, and then it became excited and jumped for joy.

After the smoke came out, Zhu Pingan struck while the iron was hot and continued to pull the bowstring.

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

When Li Shu started blowing, Zhu Ping'an wanted to stop Li Shu, lest this young lady who had no fingers in the spring water would blow out the sparks she had managed to get out. You must know that blowing fire is a technical job. The fire is extinguished if it is too urgent, and it is useless if it is too small. It is just right. Zhu Pingan also mastered it after playing with his mother Chen for a long time.

However, before Zhu Ping'an could stop him, Li Shu had already blown it.

Moreover, Li Shu's performance was beyond Zhu Pingan's expectation. If Li Shu was not the eldest daughter of a wealthy family, Zhu Pingan would have thought that Li Shu was a pretty cook with several years of cooking experience.

This blowing is really just right. It is estimated that Zhu Pingan cannot achieve this effect even if he blows it by himself.

This girl is really a monster. She has such wisdom even when she blows fire for the first time. When Zhu Pingan drilled the wood, he secretly sighed in his heart, this girl is really blessed.

With the help of Li Shu, Zhu Pingan's drilling of wood to make a fire went much more smoothly. More and more green smoke came out, and the thick green smoke was like a god coming out. Soon a handful of flames rose up, and Zhu Pingan slowly Li Shu slowly took out the wooden stick and blew it gently, and the fire started burning.

The fire was moved under the stone stove in time, and hay was put on it to ignite the fire. The fire gradually grew bigger, and slightly damp hay was put in, followed by the collected firewood.

The fire was very lively, and the fire under the stove was very strong.

Out of curiosity or some sense of fun, Li Shu broke off a branch to use as long chopsticks, washed them in the clear stream, and started cooking fish soup.

Pretend to be presentable

Forget it, Zhu Ping'an smiled nonchalantly and let Li Shu do it. Anyway, fish soup is still fish soup no matter how bad it tastes. After being hungry for so long, he would not be picky. He would satisfy this eldest lady's play. Be interested.

If it tastes really bad later, just fill your stomach and drink less.

After Zhu Ping'an made up his mind, he went to the stream to see if there were any other things that could fill his stomach, such as wild fruits or something. 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. They were smaller than modern strawberries and about the size of a quail egg. Zhu Pingan had picked this kind of wild strawberry with his father and brother in the mountains before, and it was 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. Meng means long. Shumeng, as the name suggests, grows on trees. fruit.

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

When Zhu Ping'an returned, Li Shu had already prepared fresh fish soup, and before he even got there, he smelled an alluring aroma of fish soup.

It smells so good?

Probably because he was starving, Zhu Ping'an laughed to himself. Li Shu, a young lady who never touched Yang Chun Shui, had a whim. How could the fish soup be so fragrant for the first time.