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

Can we weave a pannier out of tea tree strips and vines?

this problem.

Su Ze is not worried at all.

Since he planned to do this, he would definitely succeed, but the quality of the knitted backpack was not that good.

As for how to make it up?
He also said it wasn't a problem at all.

His grandfather is a well-known master craftsman in the village. He has been working with his grandfather since he was a child, weaving some tools such as scorpions, baskets, brush handles, and dustpans to sell in the street market.

Under the influence of his ears and eyes, he can be regarded as a little master.

That's not to say he's smart.

can only say.

The children of poor families are in charge early.

The weaving process of the back basket, the process is simple and very simple, and it is also very complicated. Each process is carried out step by step.

Be methodical to be successful.

The first step: the bottom of the plate.

The bottom of the pannier is the essence of the whole thing. If the pan is not good, it will not be able to hold anything and it will easily collapse.

Su Ze was sitting on a stone, holding a plate with vines in circles, with a very focused expression and meticulous movements.

However, his hand skills are not weak, like an antelope hanging horns, and like an oil seller wearing copper coins, his posture is very skillful.

But ten minutes.

He finished the bottom of the back basket.

A round bottom.

It looks as big as the basin mouth.

Looking at the 'foundation' in his hand, Su Ze grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Students, how is Mr. Kangkangsu's weaving? Looks good, right? The seams are very tight, and the hands don't rattle at all when swiping on it."

"The bottom of the backpack is like a protective film. It must be tight. If it is loose, it will be easy for sharp objects to take advantage of it."

"These are all knowledge points, you guys, take your notes."

The voice fell.

The barrage immediately floated up——

"Protective film? Taking advantage of it? Why does it sound weird? It always feels like the anchor is driving."

"Upstairs, be more confident, remove the appearance, make sure of yourself, add affirmation, add affirmation, he is driving."

"The anchor's car skills are really good, but I said I only gave 87 points, and I understand the reason."

"You can drive on this broken road, isn't it a Wuling car?"

"What Wuling magic car? This is definitely a GTR."

"Hehe, how dare a petty trick come out of nowhere, look at me Dawei Wuling!!!"

After joking with the water friends in the live broadcast room, Su Ze straightened his face, his expression returned to a serious state, and continued to explain.

"After the bottom is finished, it's time to weave bamboo strips, but we don't have bamboo strips now, so we can only use local materials and choose to use vines instead."

"Like me now, weaving the vines round and round is also circular, but there is one thing that needs to be paid special attention to during the weaving process."

"That is,"

"After each round of knitting, you must squeeze it tightly with your hands, without leaving a single gap."

"Whether you press tightly or not will directly affect the final shape of the pannier."

"If the pressing is not in place during the weaving process, the woven basket will be bulging and pinching, which will affect the comfort of the back."

"We people, no matter what we do, we do it for two words—comfort! Hehe..."

After the explanation, Su Ze entered the normal working state again, concentrated and focused, unshakable, with a sense of calmness like a calm lake despite the thunder in his chest.

I saw that he was holding the vines and weaving them round and round along the bottom of the basket. As he said, he kept squeezing the vines while weaving.

as time goes by.

The height of the sun hangs higher and higher.

The scorching sun scorched the earth, and the scorching sun shone on the face, which was very hot, as if warming up by the burning stove.

piping hot.

Full of burning sensation.

Beads of sweat emerged from Su Ze's forehead and flowed down his cheeks, soaking the soft armor of his upper body.

"Su Ze, shall we go back to knitting in the house?"

Chang Le felt a little distressed, and reminded him softly.

"Yes, yes, let's go back to the house. I made it up too seriously just now, and I forgot about it. Thank you for reminding me."

Su Ze came back to his senses, picked up the vines, a dozen tea tree sticks, and the half-formed pannier, and hugged them in his arms, and naturally held Changle with the other hand.

Chang Le's pretty face blushed, subconsciously broke free slightly, but did not break free.

Almond eyes kicked.

But Su Ze turned his back to her, and couldn't see her embarrassed expression at all.

Forget it, he should have been unintentional.

Chang Le sighed softly, and followed Su Ze to the wooden house. Rhubarb was the fastest, and when his master's voice fell, he rushed back to the wooden house.

In front.

The corners of Su Ze's mouth turned up slightly, and he smiled triumphantly at the live broadcast room, and spit out a mouthful of not-so-fluent and standard English.

"Look, everyone, teacher Su has hold hands."

"what are you saying?"

Chang Le frowned slightly, she couldn't understand what Su Ze said, but she always felt that it must be something bad.

"Oh, it's nothing, I didn't pay attention and said something in dialect, hey, it doesn't mean anything else, just lamenting that the weather is too hot."

Su Ze explained in a calm tone, and let go of Changle's hand casually.

This natural movement seemed to be telling Chang Le that he did not mean to hold her hand just now.

It's just a subconscious action.

"Oh."

Changle lowered her head and glanced at the right hand held by Su Ze, feeling a little strange in her heart, it was the first time she was held by a man at such a big age.

The sweat stains on her palms intensified the strange feeling in her heart.

Barrage--

"dialect?"

"When did English become a dialect?"

"Kangkang, what does it mean to lie without blinking an eye? The anchor gave us a perfect performance, tsk tsk."

"Grandma, this kid Su Ze is lying to our innocent and lovely goddess Lele again. He doesn't talk about martial arts, he doesn't talk about martial arts."

"That's right, if you have the ability to fight."

"Is there a big guy who can translate it roughly, I am a scumbag, and I don't understand what the anchor said at all."

"The translator is online and can translate for everyone for free: students, have you seen it? Teacher Su has joined hands."

"I lost it! Isn't this too shameless?"

"Looking at the blood drinking knife in my hand, I think it wants to drink blood."