I am a primitive

Lame, who is determined to be like Lu Ban, also became anxious this time, and made up his mind to dig the hole in the trunk.

After thinking for a while, Han Cheng shook his head, it was too troublesome to do so.

Moreover, even if a five-meter-long chisel can be made, it is not easy to cut a regular hole with this five-meter-long chisel. This requires too much skill and physical strength for the carpenter.

"Saw the trunk open, from head to tail, and down the middle."

Han Cheng looked at Lai and said.

"This……"

Lame seemed hesitant, he was worried that after sawing the tree trunk from the middle with a saw, there would be no way to extract oil. After all, when digging the wooden pit for oil extraction, Shenzi specially told him not to break it.

Moreover, they also felt that if they opened the thing, they might not be able to use it to press oil again, because the wooden wedges were very strong when they were driven into it.

"It's okay, try sawing it off."

After understanding Lame's worries, Han Cheng said with a smile and waved his hands.

Han Cheng had never come into contact with this kind of oil press for manual oil extraction before, and now he can still try it out and learn while fighting.

Digging the tree hole in front of me encountered difficulties, and it reached the point where there was no way to continue digging deep without breaking it open.

At this time, there is no other way to do it except to get rid of it.

As for how to make the two pieces of wood fit together after breaking open, that is something that needs to be solved after breaking open.

Lame led the way.

So, not long after, the battered tree trunk 'stands up' again under the joint efforts of everyone, and then two people who often pull big saws start to stand on the erected shelf, pushing one by one Pulling starts sawing from top to bottom...

After the tree trunk was broken in half, it became easier to start chiseling again. Several carpenters chiseled there in batches according to the lines drawn by the lame, and the progress was four or five times faster than before.

However, although the progress has improved so much, the people who are working do not feel much excitement, because they are all feeling faintly worried about the next thing. After closing it again, it doesn't work.

After more than two days of grinding, the two halves of the tree trunks have been completely dug out. There is a semicircle on each of them, and when they are put together, they become a hollow cylinder inside.

"How about getting some tung oil fruit?"

Lame wanted to find a way to glue them together as much as possible. Han Cheng thought about it and didn't let it go. Instead, he asked people to start making tung oil fruits and put them in for experimentation.

Because the tree is thick enough, even if part of it is taken out, the rest is very heavy.

Now one is on top of the other, which is much heavier than the legendary coffin lid.

Han Cheng wanted to try to see if he could hold this kind of supporting force with his own weight alone. If he could hold it, it would be great, and it would save a lot of trouble.

The people who went to the road construction site to collect tung oil fruits have already returned, pulling as many as four donkey carts, and the people who followed them did not come back empty-handed, and more or less carried them in their hands.

If the 'oil press' can be done well, the oil extracted from the tung oil fruit brought back by the tribe this time can basically be used to brush rattan armor.

Under Han Cheng's instructions, after going through the procedures of stir-frying, shelling, mashing, and wrapping, a package wrapped with fried tung oil powder was filled into the box that was placed here horizontally, and it was not known whether it could be used or not. Inside the oil press.

This time, two tung oil powder packages were filled into it, which weighed about 30 kilograms.

After pushing them to the bottom with a stick, just like the last unsuccessful experiment, a circular wooden board with the same thickness as the inside was filled in.

After doing this, I started to put wooden sticks in it one by one. After a certain number of wooden sticks were stuffed, and it was simply difficult to stuff them with my hands, I started to put on the bronze hammer.

"Dong dong dong..."

The sound of the hammer hitting the wooden stick and nailing it in continuously sounded, and the surrounding was quiet. Everyone was looking at the modified oil press, waiting for a miracle to happen.

Lame and Mao Er, who participated in the whole process of production, did not even dare to breathe out, stared at it without blinking, and their hearts were suspended, for fear that something might go wrong.

However, the error still appeared.

Facts have proved that the coffin lid cannot be nailed tightly without nails.

At the beginning, the supporting force was not particularly strong. Relying on its own heavy weight, the half of the tree trunk pressing on it could still remain motionless, but as these tree sticks were continuously nailed inward, the supporting force inside It got bigger and bigger, and the upper half of the tree trunk was finally propped up with a gap.

"Ah~"

Lai and the others sighed in unison, feeling very disappointed with the result.

Although Han Cheng was a little disappointed in his heart, it was not a big deal. After all, this thing was developed from scratch, and any mistakes may occur in the middle.

Immediately, let people lift the upper board together, remove the stick, and reload it.

This method of sawing the tree trunk in half was conceived to solve the difficulty of digging a hole, and now it unexpectedly solved the difficulty of taking out the hard stake nailed in by accident. .

No matter how firmly these wooden sticks are supported inside, you only need to open the upper half of the tree trunk, and this support force will disappear immediately, and the firmly supported tree trunk will also become loose.

After filling these things again, Han Cheng asked people to find some tough vines, and tied them up firmly, as many as ten vines.

After finishing these, continue to fill in the wooden piles, and then use a bronze hammer to continuously nail them in.

"Oil! Oil! There is oil!"

This time, with these vines for restraint, as the stumps continued to be nailed in, the upper half of the trunk was not stretched.

After smashing like this for a while, a sharp-eyed person pointed to the bottom of the simple oil press and shouted in surprise.

Seeing this, Han Cheng and other people around looked there.

Seeing this, Han Cheng was immediately overjoyed. He saw a drop of yellowish oil flowing out of the hole drilled in advance at the bottom of the simple oil press, and then dripping into the pottery basin below.

This kind of scene is not very beautiful, but Han Cheng looked at it with a smile on his face, and those who participated in the whole process of making this simple or crude oil press, such as lame and cat ears, even jumped up and down. Cheers loudly.

The second senior brother, who was holding a bronze hammer, knocked on the tree stump, looked down at the drops of oil dripping down, grinned, then held the bronze hammer in both hands and increased his strength, hitting the tree again and again. Knock it up.

With the increase of the squeezing force, more grease came out, dripping down from one drop at the beginning to a thin line, continuously dripping into the clay pot below, from less to more.

There were cheers all around, and everyone had happy and uplifting smiles on their faces.

This is the taste of success!

Before success, it is often necessary to put in a lot of hard work, experience a lot of pain, and endure suffering, but when all this is over and success really comes, all the previous efforts have turned into sincere joy at this time.

Moreover, the people who gave more and experienced more suffering, the more intense the joy they get at this time.

This point can be deeply felt by watching happy people jumping higher than agile people with lameness.

Because of the appearance of this oil, the whole tribe suddenly became a sea of ​​joy.

Under the hammering of the second senior brother, these tung oil fruit powders were squeezed to become more solid, and the oil contained in them continued to flow out, forming a patch of amber in the clay pot.

"Stir-fried tung oil fruit, peeled tung oil fruit, smashed and squeezed the oil!"