I'm not a wild eater

"I'm going to pluck them all, make a straw rope and take it away, and hang it by the side of my shelter."

"When they are soft, I can eat them as soon as possible, so as not to break or be eaten by bugs."

Just tying things, the requirements for the rope are much lower.

Mu Qing casually rubbed a section of vine, and used a machete to make simple wooden needles.

After finishing, Muqing took off his coat and spread it on the ground, then climbed up to pick wild persimmons.

[Bug: e?That is the persimmon of labor and capital! ! ! 】

[I only ate one on an empty stomach, and I won’t be fasting from the second one on, Jie Jie Jie. 】

[This kind of persimmon is peeled and dried in the shade, which is super sweet and delicious. 】

【ah! ! !Who the hell stole my persimmons! (sitting and howling)]

[There is a picture, there is a picture. 】

As long as the persimmons hung all over the tree had not been eaten by other small animals, Mu Qing would not let go of any of them.

One vine was not enough, another one was pulled out, and two large strings were hung.

"Hey, the harvest is still quite rich. When the shelter is built, hang a string on the left and a string on the right, then the feeling will come."

"Eat some sweets and feel better."

"I didn't find a suitable vine, so I decided to peel off a piece of bark first."

"There is an ephemeral tree here, its bark is very flexible, so I decided to try it first."

Hanging the persimmons on a nearby tree, Mu Qing cut down a small, ordinary-looking tree next to it.

After cutting, use a machete to break a strip and peel off the whole piece of bark.

Tear the whole piece of bark into thin strips, take out two twisted ropes on the calf.

"hiss!"

After rubbing it a few times, Mu Qing suddenly put the twist rope aside, grinning and rubbing his calf.

"This is simply a magic weapon for pulling hair, it hurts me to death."

"I have to pad my coat and shave my hair while I work. I can't stand the fringe benefits."

Putting the inside of the jacket on his knees, Muqing began to rub the bark twist carefully.

[Indeed, it should be spaced out, with leg hair, it will affect the appearance more. 】

[Will the dense leg hair be mixed with the hemp rope to increase the wear resistance? 】

[Suck, dense hair, intensive phobia means very uncomfortable. 】

[This tree looks quite ordinary, why is it called a short-lived tree? 】

[Meeting the anchor, not short-lived but also short-lived. 】

"Short-lived tree is a name in my hometown, and its scientific name is torch tree."

"It has such a name, of course it has something to do with its short lifespan."

"When I was young, the elders in the village told me that as long as the conditions are right, other trees can live at least 200 years."

"And the short-lived tree can only live for 80 to 100 years. At that time, I was very sad."

"Thinking about it now, even if this guy is short-lived, he still has a good chance of outliving me."

"When I think about it this way, I feel even more sad."

Seeing that the audience is very interested in the short-lived tree, Mu Qing rubbed the bark twist and explained.

It didn't take long for two twist ropes one meter long to be twisted.

Mu Qing shook off the tree shavings and dust on the coat, and put on the coat.

With the protection of the coat, when Mu Qing walked through the dense forest, his arms and neck would not be scratched by the branches.

The system-upgraded coat is very breathable, and it doesn't feel stuffy at all even if it is worn in a climate of nearly [-] degrees.

I just don’t know if the effect of keeping warm in cold or even extremely cold conditions is good.

"Well, I'm going back now to my first attempt at drilling fire."

Muqing hung two strings of persimmons around his neck, holding the rubbed and unrubbed bark in his hand, and walked in the same direction as he was going.

Two bunches of orange-red persimmons were dangling in front of his chest, and the picture was once very discordant.

Not wanting to go to the leeward slope to cut pine logs, Mu Qing cut down a nearly dead log nearby as a drill press.

"I seem to have a windfall."

Clamping the material of the drill press under his arm, Muqing walked forward a little.

"Hey, it really is it."

"This is called a dog bone tree. You can tell from the name that this tree will be very hard. It is an excellent material for making drill pipes."

"When the shelter is built in the back, there is a place that needs hardwood support, and it can be cut again."

[Also planning to cut it down later, this tree is too miserable, right? 】

[Dog Bone Tree: What evil did I do, hiding in this corner will be seen by you. 】

[Cause of death: hard bones. 】

[Hahahahaha, I'd rather bend than bend, right?Then fold it. 】

After cutting the dog bone tree, Muqing cut another small piece of wood, and hollowed out the middle slightly to serve as the top of the drill pipe.

"Drill press, drill pipe, ephemeral bark for strings, drill bow, and stabilizers on top."

"The required materials are barely gathered, and then I need to process them again, and grind them as needed."

"It's called sharpening a knife and not mistakenly chopping firewood."

After hanging up the wild persimmons, Muqing began to make final preparations.

There are small openings at both ends of the drill bow, and the bark bowstring is fastened.