I'm not a wild eater

Mu Qing picked up the stubble of the barrage, grabbed all the snails lying on the side of the bamboo tube, and put them on a big leaf.

He took out a brook snail and put it on the stone, and tapped it lightly with the back of the machete.

The small brook snails lost a small half.

After removing the snail buttocks, put the snails back into the bamboo tube. After all the snails were processed, Muqing blocked the opening of the bamboo tube with his palm, and shook the bamboo tube vigorously.

Pour out the dirty water that washed the snails, and change the water three or four times to shake and clean.

Make sure that the silt and dirt inside and on the surface of the snails have been washed clean, add stream water into the bamboo tubes, and burn them on the fire.

After finishing the chestnuts and brook snails, Muqing cut the last mouse in half, and weaved bamboo baskets for filtering while eating.

A normal-looking bamboo basket is woven, and the dense flowers boiled in the long bamboo tube are also ripe.

Muqing removed the bamboo tube from the fire, and put it aside to cool down.

Then he went to the side and took the bamboo strips prepared yesterday, which were slightly thinner than toothpicks.

"This bamboo basket has already been woven, so it's no problem at all to carry things."

"But there are still sides at the bottom of the bamboo basket, and the gaps between the bamboo strips are still obvious, which can only filter some large sand and gravel, and small sand and soil can easily pass through these gaps."

Mu Qing controlled the live ball and zoomed in on the camera.

Under the magnified visual effect, the thin seams that were not very noticeable become very obvious.

There is no problem at all in passing through the fine river sand through such a gap.

"Now I'm going to use this kind of thin bamboo strips to go through all these gaps twice to increase the probability of sand being screened out as much as possible."

After finishing speaking, Mu Qing sighed helplessly.

I really want to have a fine gauze.

He originally thought of using his own coat or the T-shirt he wore inside instead of gauze, but after trying it, he found that it didn't work at all.

Only a little muddy water can be filtered out, and the soil cannot pass through at all.

[Such a small gap, you have to wear bamboo strips to get in, isn't it possible? 】

[Wearing two woolen yarns is almost the same, and wearing bamboo strips feels unrealistic. 】

[This thin bamboo strip is not much thicker than wool. 】

[For manual work, we laymen should not come to question Brother Mu, be careful of being slapped in the face. 】

[It doesn't matter if you slap your face or not, the main reason is that you haven't had chicken soup for a long time. 】

[This is also the God of Mee who can come out and say something?He doesn't seem to be here today. 】

Inserting bamboo strips into such a thin gap to make the gap smaller, Mu Qing often watched his grandfather do this before.

He used to deal with a small part by hand, because he always accidentally pricked his hand, and was snatched halfway by his grandma and thrown back to his grandpa.

By the way, he also scolded grandpa and warned him not to let his grandson make such complicated things in the future.

Mu Qing held the thin bamboo strips, and while winding them between the gaps of the bamboo slices, he missed the happy time of childhood.

After wearing one, Mu Qing picked it up and looked at it.

It turned out to be pretty good, and it didn't get stuck.

Passing through a thin bamboo strip, the gap between the bamboos is still a bit large.

Mu Qing took out the second bamboo stick from the pile, and continued weaving into the small gap.

This time it was more sad, some stuck places needed to be poked hard to get through, and before mastering the strength, Mu Qing was stuck two or three times by bamboo sticks.

After finishing both threads, Mu Qing took a closer look.

"Perfect, the gap is very small."

Mu Qing raised his head and couldn't help grinning.

【Brother Mu is amazing, this looks really difficult. 】

【Usually, Brother Mu is not so happy when weave the bamboo basket. 】

[I said don't question Brother Mu's ability to play bamboo, he will definitely be slapped in the face. 】

[The god of family has sent a rocket, and left a message: Brother Mu, you must consider my suggestion last time when you have time. 】

[God Bamboo is here to poach the wall again, professional recognition from professionals. 】

[It can be seen that this is really difficult. 】

"The first two are too slow to wear. It will be dark after this. I have to speed up."

"The reason why I can edit things so fast is that I ask myself to be as fast as possible every time."

"One round of trial, one round of familiarization, and then continue to speed up until I am satisfied."

Mu Qing took out another thin bamboo strip and used it to fill another gap.

The twisting speed of the fingertips was obviously faster than before.

Chapter 68

After filling the second gap, Mu Qing glanced at the time.

According to this progress, today we can only go to the bamboo forest under the gray sky.

Pull out one and keep trying to see if you can go faster.

"It is still difficult to synchronize the speed and precision. When editing the last paragraph, my fingers were pricked several times."

After weaving all the ultra-thin bamboo strips, Muqing put the bamboo basket aside.

I found a position facing the sun, and carefully pulled out some bamboo shavings that my fingers accidentally pierced.

Get out a bottle of stream water and rinse your hands.

"However I look at this bamboo basket, I feel a little uncomfortable. Many places are not very smooth."

"There are some gaps that are not that big, but after adding two thin bamboo strips, there are some slight bulges."

"Oops! Kill me."