Live: Survival on a deserted island for full-level students

"Ugh, bah."

"Listen, does anyone speak?"

"There are so many bamboo shoots, Mr. Su, you have taken all the bamboo shoots on this island, right?"

"I have never seen such a shameless person. (￣[-]￣)a"

"What do you mean, let us see how to eat bamboo rice? Do we want to see it? We really want to eat it, throw it away."

"What a shame, you can remove the shell of the bamboo rice first, tsk tsk tsk."

"That's right, there is no shelling machine, how can Master Su remove the shell? Hahaha, hilarious, waterfall laugh. (**)σ"

"..."

"..."

There were boos in the live broadcast room.

It's a pity that Su Ze can't see it, and can't receive resentment points, otherwise he will definitely make a lot of money.

Have to say, this is a pity.

"I believe everyone is curious, how will I peel off the outer shell of bamboo rice?"

Su Ze suddenly spoke again.

heard.

The water friends all focused their attention on him.

This is really a question that everyone is very concerned about.

Now is the age of science and technology, there are special shelling machines for removing rice husks.

But on this desert island, where is there any shelling machine?
In ancient times, although people did not use machines for shelling, they also needed special tools.

For example, use stone grinding discs and stone grinding sticks to grind and shell the dried grains.

Su Ze can do the same.

But the problem is, he doesn't have it.

There are a few of them.

"This question is actually very simple."

When everyone was puzzled, Su Ze spoke again, staring at him with eyes, wondering what method he was going to use to shell the bamboo rice.

"Of course, most people probably don't know how to use this method, so it won't help if everyone learns it, so just take a look."

"It's getting late now, so don't gossip, I'm going to seriously amplify my moves, everyone, please keep your eyes open so that you don't see clearly, haha."

Su Ze grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth.

Water friends in the live broadcast room: ( ω )

Under everyone's gaze, Su Ze moved out a big stone from the bamboo house.

Take a closer look.

I found that the stone looks a bit strange, with a natural concave in the middle, and it is very smooth, without many edges and corners.

Afterwards, Su Ze took out a stone stick with one hand, and this stone stick was even longer.

It is long and thick, and the two ends are also oval.

"Next, I will use these two stones as a mortar to peel off the shell of the bamboo rice."

"The process is naturally very relaxed and enjoyable."

While talking, Su Ze brought some bamboo sticks over, and quickly wiped the full-grained bamboo rice into the stone mortar.

Then, I held the stone stick with both hands and started to grind it with moderate strength, just enough to remove the shell of the bamboo rice, but not to crush the bamboo rice.

In just a few minutes, he made a big bowl of bamboo rice.

Even the shells and rice were poured into the sieve and began to dry.

Dust shells fly.

The dried bamboo rice husk is very light, and it keeps fluttering with the wind when his hands are shaking.

soon.

In the bamboo sieve, only the purple and crystal clear bamboo rice was left. The grains were full, and except for a small part that was lost, most of them remained intact.

"Do you think my big move is 6 or not?"

Barrage--

"Cow batch."

"I am convinced of this big move."

"It's just a human-shaped sheller, 666, you must deduct a wave of 666."

"Let's not talk about ordinary people, even ordinary people like me can't do it."

"Anchor, my peeling machine is broken, next time I invite you to work? 250 a day, do you want to do it?"

"Upstairs, your 250. is very in line with Master Su's temperament. I give you a thumbs up."

"Like +1."

"+99."

Su Ze smiled at the live broadcast ball, put the sieve aside, cleaned out the impurities in the stone mortar, and then poured the peeled bamboo rice into it again.

Just when he was about to continue his magnification, Chang Le walked out with the harp, and all the Qingming grass in the harp had been washed clean.

"Su Ze, what are we going to do now?"

She asked softly, um... her attitude is obviously much better than before.

Not to mention Su Ze, even Rhubarb could clearly feel it.

Rhubarb: "Wow. (〃)"

"There are a lot of steps, please remember."

Su Ze smiled.

"Well, you said."

Changle blinked.

Hearing that Su Ze said that the Qingming grass cake was made to celebrate her birthday, she was very happy.

That angry girl just now is definitely not her, she doesn't know her at all.

"Start a fire and boil water. When the water boils, put these Qingming herbs in it and cook them. After they are cooked, pick them up and chop them up. The finer the chopping, the better. Then squeeze them dry and pour out the water, leaving only the Qingming grass. Grass debris."

"Others, um... You should finish this process first."

Su Ze smiled.

"Row."

Chang Le nodded, brought the scorpion into the house and put it away, so as not to be soiled by the drifting ashes, and then started to light the fire.

Starting a fire is easy.

Because the spark has always been retained, it only needs to be ignited with the help of a kindling.

Add some more dry wood and the fire starts.

Su Ze ignored him, but grinded the bamboo rice in the stone mortar vigorously with a stone stick.

Today he is not what he used to be, he is already a master of Bajiquan.

The energy in the body was surging, and as soon as the stone stick was ground, the energy penetrated, and the hard bamboo rice was immediately ground into powder.

This scene once again deeply shocked the audience in the live broadcast room.

Barrage--

"Damn it, 666."

"Master Su is not only a human-shaped sheller, but also a human-shaped grinder."

"It's really a bit of work."

"Too powerful, invincible, blown up."

"The heifer goes up to the sky, it's awesome, boom boom, this is it."

In less than 10 minutes, Su Ze ground all the bamboo rice in the stone mortar into powder.

This is still his intention to hide his clumsiness.

Otherwise, where would it take so long, it would be done in minutes.

After taking out the bamboo rice noodles and putting them in a clean earthenware bowl, Su Ze saw that Changle had already started a fire.

The bonfire was burning very vigorously, and when I lifted the lid of the soup pot, I found that the water inside was already steaming.

"Lele, do you like sweet or salty food?"

After putting the pottery bowl aside, Su Ze asked her.

The method of Qingming Caobaba is almost the same, but the taste is very different.

Some like to eat sweet, while others like to eat salty.

It's like tofu brain.

Since ancient times, there has been a dispute between the sweet party and the salty party.

"Can you do some of both?"

Chang Le thought for a while, asked softly, and just finished speaking, he added: "If it's troublesome, don't do it. If you want to make sweet, make sweet, and if you want to make salty, make salty."