National Games competition, what is that Daxia man doing?

Chapter 11

Looking at the huge earthworm wriggling in his hand, Yang Chuan had a black question mark face, what the hell, did this earthworm eat gold?
Throwing it away casually, he ignored it and stepped up to clean up the weeds on the ground.I have to say, I don’t know where this world is. It doesn’t matter if the trees grow tall, but the roots of the grass are deeply rooted, and it is quite difficult to pull them up.

Throwing away a clump of weeds in his hand, he straightened up, took a breath, looked around, and found an open space of about ten square meters, which was barely enough.

I came to the river more than ten meters away and washed my hands. The river water was crystal clear and the water quality was quite good.He saw some stones at the bottom of the river at a glance, picked one up and looked at it, threw it away, picked up another one, looked at it and threw it away again, until he found a few dark flat stones, then put them away to the river bank .

Brother Hu asked curiously: "I just saw that all the contestants are still on their way, only this little brother Yang Chuan stopped. He should clear the weeds to set up camp here, but what are you doing picking up stones?"

Everyone was puzzled and didn't know clearly. Just as they guessed whether he was going to use stones for hunting or something, they saw Yang Chuan on the screen sitting on the ground, picking up two stones and smashing them at each other.

Now even the studio is full of doubts.

"What is little brother doing? Didn't the commentator say that he is going to camp and play with rocks here?"

"Sister Li can't do it, but I can see how serious he is playing."

"Maybe, to relax?"

"It doesn't look like it, it looks very focused."

"Crack!" The stone in Yang Chuan's hand shattered, he picked up one of them, looked at the edge, and nodded.

He got up and walked towards the bamboo forest [-] meters away. After choosing two bamboos of suitable thickness, he squatted down and began to chop the stones in his hand.

"Duo! Duo! Duo!" The voice was clear and rhythmic, and soon a bamboo fell down, and he stepped forward to clean the bamboo joints.

There are only knots on the top of the bamboo, and the bottom is smooth and smooth, so there is no need to deal with it. However, this kind of bamboo is relatively tough, and the knots can only be chopped off by rough methods.

It's definitely possible to take it slowly, but he doesn't have that much time right now.

Chen Guang asked suspiciously: "Have you noticed that the cutting speed of the anchor seems to be much faster?"

Dong Lu was puzzled and said: "Is there? I was only looking at his face... no, I just watched his movements." She blushed a little and quickly corrected herself.

Hu Ge also nodded and said: "I also have this feeling. What he is cutting now is bamboo. Although it is hollow in the middle, its toughness is stronger than many trees. Everyone remembers that when he used that small tree as a tool before, he smashed it. How hard it is, it seems that the bamboo fell down after a few strokes?"

Professor Li said a little uncertainly: "I think it should be the reason for those stones. The director cut the picture of him smashing stones by the river before. Yes, that's right here. Everyone, although I don't know the stone he chose I know it, but everyone looks at the broken place, it is obviously sharper."

Chen Guang said with a smile: "I guess that's why he was at the riverside just now, picking and picking for a long time before choosing the right one. At first I thought he was looking for a flat stone suitable for grinding, but I didn't expect him to find this kind of stone directly. Just smash it, it’s easy and labor-saving.”

Suddenly, Dong Lu's headset sounded, and at the same time, a series of information was displayed on the screen under the table.

She looked at it and laughed immediately: "Everyone, the ore that brother Yang Chuan chose is called flint. This kind of stone is hard and dense. According to the information I just got, in fact, our ancestors, Stone tools were used in the earliest days, and this flint is the best stone tool."

There was a lively discussion in the live broadcast room, but Yang Chuan didn't know anything about it. After cutting two bamboos, he picked up a bunch of dry branches beside him, picked up the bamboos, and walked back.

Putting down the things and turning back, not long after, he carried a large piece of dead wood, which will be the fuel for his fire at night.

Looking at these logs, Yang Chuan began to think about how to make a fire. In the live broadcast room, everyone guessed his thoughts and began to discuss.

"Brother, this is about to start a fire, but there is no ignition tool, how to start a fire?"

"I know, I know! Ancient books seem to say that there is a technique of drilling wood to make fire. Is the wood brought back by the anchor brother used for this?"

"Drilling wood to make fire? That's fine, but have you seen it? The little brother is by the river, and the air is humid. The wood he brought back is not very dry. Can sparks be drilled?"

"I don't know, it seems that the little brother is also confused."

Yang Chuan thought for a while, opened the bag of clothes, rummaged through it, and finally found a pair of torn cotton trousers.

Aunt Liu didn't know whether it was because she was in a hurry or what, she actually put the bad ones in, but it was just right, and she didn't feel bad about taking it apart.

He tore a hole in the pair of trousers, pulled out some cotton from the inside, and held it in his hand.

After laying out the cotton, covering it with crushed hay and leaves, and preparing small dry branches, Yang Chuan picked up two more stones.

"Kuang, kuang, kuang!" After trying many times, the expected sparks did not appear, Yang Chuan frowned.

As if thinking that there are audiences watching, he took the initiative to say: "I don't know if there are audiences watching. I am in trouble now, and that is the problem of making fire. In fact, there are many ways to make fire, such as drilling wood to make fire, flint and fire sickle to make fire Anything like that is fine. The piece in my hand is flint, and when it collides with steel or iron products, it will generate high-temperature sparks and ignite the kindling.”

As he said that, he shook the flint in his hand, and said helplessly, "But, I don't have any iron products on hand now, so we can only think of other ways to make fire."

When everyone began to guess what method he would use to make fire, Yang Chuan suddenly laughed.

He raised his eyebrows at the camera, and there was a wicked smile on his handsome face: "Hey, girls, I'm going to use another method to make fire that no one has seen before, so get ready."

As he spoke, he got up and came to the two bamboos, found two bamboo joints at the top, and took them off with a flint knife. After trying, the thinner one was just enough to be inserted into the other, and both bamboo joints were hit. One side was opened, and the other side was still completely airtight.

Go back to the firelighter, take out a small ball from the cotton under the firelighter, stuff this small ball of cotton into the top of the thin bamboo joint, and after adjusting it, insert it into the thick bamboo joint for a try.

Then, he grinned at the camera and said, "Ladies and sisters, I'm coming!"

As he said that, he pounded the two bamboo knots to the bottom with both hands, and then quickly pulled them out!
"Boom!"