I'm not a wild eater

The drill pipe is cut to a suitable thickness, and then polished smooth with stones.

The drill press is cut in half, and a small opening is made on the edge of one side, which is convenient for moving sparks to the tinder, and the prepared tinder is placed underneath.

After a smooth operation, the barrage you see calls you professional.

"Okay, I'm going to start performing this miracle next." Mu Qing rubbed his hands together, and squatted down nervously and expectantly.

Chapter 18 A Successful Unarmed Fire

Muqing stepped on the second half of the drilling machine with one foot to fix the drilling machine.

Grasp the wooden block on the top for stability with one hand, and press down hard on the wooden block.

Holding the drill bow with the other hand, he quickly pulled the drill string back and forth.

After trying a few back and forth, Mu Qing stopped what he was doing.

"This string is made of freshly peeled bark, which is too tender, so it doesn't have enough friction."

"Coat it with some dirt and see if that increases its friction."

As he said that, Muqing grabbed some soil from the edge, and rubbed the bark bowstring back and forth.

Then shake off the remaining soil on the strings, and grab a handful of dry soil and go through it again.

After finishing it, Mu Qing started the second attempt.

After all, it was the first time, and there was no similar experience before, Mu Qing explored for a long time before gradually mastering the technique.

As the hand speed of the right hand continued to increase, smoke gradually came out from the position of the notch.

[Smoking, smoking. 】

[Wow, this is real technology. 】

[Kneeling, kneeling, please accept my knee. 】

With Mu Qing's hand speed and the amount of smoke coming out, the barrage became more lively than ever before.

Rarely, Muqing did not respond, and focused on the notch of the drilling machine.

As long as there is a spark, it must be moved to the tinder.

Snapped!

I don't know if it's because he can't stand Muqing's speed or because he doesn't have enough toughness.

The bark bowstring broke suddenly, throwing the drilling wood aside.

The force of the rebound made Mu Qing's palm ache.

The barrage paused briefly.

Like Mu Qing, the audience watching the live broadcast was stunned for a moment.

It's starting to smoke, no sparks yet.

At this time, if the bowstring is remade, the temperature of the groove will drop long ago, which is equivalent to wasting all previous efforts.

The one that was broken in front of me obviously couldn't be used anymore.

That's it, it's over?

Is this going to end in failure?

After hesitating for two seconds, Mu Qing picked up the bouncing drill wood, sandwiched it between his palms and rubbed it back and forth quickly.

This is the most primitive way of making fire by drilling wood without leverage.

Of course, it is also the most labor-intensive and the easiest to grind out blisters.

Mu Qing didn't care about interacting with the barrage, he just rubbed his palms back and forth, staring straight at the notch.

The audience in the live broadcast room did not post any more barrage, and waited with bated breath.

The drill turned quickly for about 1 minute, and light smoke came out of the notch again.

With the continuous friction of the drill pipe in Muqing's hand, more and more smoke came out of the notch.

Drilled quickly for about 10 minutes.

Mu Qing stopped what he was doing, picked up the drill press and turned the notch upside down, and carefully knocked the hard-won sparks into the tinder.

Then he held up the tinder with both hands, and blew gently.

Gentle as if holding some rare and fragile treasure.

boom.

A ball of flame broke through the embrace of the tinder, and burned violently.

【Wow!I'm about to cry, the anchor's beef batch exploded. 】

[Successful, successful, representing the little flame of hope. 】

[When I watched the anchor blow it just now, I couldn't help but blow a few puffs lightly. 】

[I didn't even dare to breathe out, for fear of blowing sparks through the screen. 】

【Tears, our ancestors really had a hard time. 】

[Spicy Crayfish gave a BMW as a gift, leaving a message: I would like to call you the strongest, you are too professional and powerful. 】

[Quailuo Xiaodou sent out ten rockets, and left a message: The way my little brother blows is so gentle, I love it. 】

[The enchanting roommate sent out ten rockets on the table online, and left a message: The rocket is for you, teach me how to play this later. 】

With local tyrants taking the lead, all kinds of rewards came one after another, treasure chests piled up all over the screen.

Without turning off the display of the treasure chest, it is impossible to see clearly what Mu Qing is doing.

Of course, compared to what Muqing is doing here, everyone is still more keen to grab the treasure chest.

It just so happened that Mu Qing didn't care about interaction at this time.

He was swiftly putting the burning tinder in the middle of another big ball of tinder and dry branches that he had already prepared, and covered it with a few pieces of dry wood.

After touching the dry wood and tinder, a small ball of fire rose along the way, and the fire was finally lit.