She said: "Saw all that stool, and touch the sawdust ashes, which needs about a pound of dust."
I...I...I really don't know what words to use to describe my mood. Isn't this a mess, a pound of sawdust ash
The layman may not understand the meaning of this, but as an insider, I am responsible to tell you that because the wood dust ash is very light, it is almost the weight of cotton, a pound of wood dust ash, it takes at least a whole day to mash it down, this is still If there is enough wood, and according to the current situation, if you want to take a pound of sawdust ash from two long wooden stools, you must at least saw all the wood of the two long wooden stools into two-finger-wide wood.
Of course, this is just my guess. As for whether I can make up a pound of sawdust ashes, I am really not sure in my heart.
Then Joey saw that I was calm and did not speak, and said coldly: "Why? Can't it?"
I looked at her, and instinctively wanted to say that I couldn’t do it, but thinking of some of Joey’s previous techniques, as a master, I was unwilling to fall behind, and when I gritted my teeth, I said, “It’s done.”
She didn't speak directly, but turned her head and looked out, and then said: "Okay, before dawn, you must get the pound of sawdust out, otherwise, don't blame me for giving up all your efforts."
When I heard it, I wanted to scold someone. Isn’t this really embarrassing? Now that it’s only half an hour before dawn, Mad, let me get a pound of sawdust out in half an hour, don’t talk about me, even if it’s Some old carpenters can't help but have this ability.
This is also no way. To get a pound of sawdust ash, you must first have enough physical strength, and then have requirements for arm strength. The most important thing is that the current material is only two long wooden stools. This is a technology And the requirements of the technique are almost harsh.
I stared at that Joey for a few times, but didn't say anything, mainly because I didn't know what to say. If I said that I couldn't do it, then I told her in disguised form that I am inferior to her.
Made it.
My heart was so cruel, I couldn't take care of so much, and I pulled it up again.
This time, I did not follow the previous drawing method, but slightly inclined the saw blade. Since then, the sawdust will definitely be more ash than before, but what is depressing is that the saw will become extremely difficult, and the arm strength will be extremely difficult. The requirements have also increased.
However, considering the tight time, I didn't think much about it, and pulled it up sharply.
After about ten minutes, a small pile of sawdust ash appeared on the ground. After a rough estimate, it looked like two or two.
This makes me anxious. Going down at this speed, it is obviously impossible to get a pound of sawdust ash. More importantly, in the past ten minutes or so, the strength of my arm has reached the limit.
What to do
I murmured, staring at the wooden bench in front of me for a while, then looked at the sky outside, and my heart moved, it seemed that I could only cooperate with the engineer's words.
However, once you cooperate with the engineer’s words, the quality of the sawdust ash will be greatly compromised. To put it bluntly, the sawdust ash is a product of nature. Once the engineer’s language is used, it is artificially made. Sawdust ash, coupled with the language of the engineer, has a suppressive effect on wood.
When I thought of this, I was a little bit unsure, so I looked at Joe Yiyi and said in a deep voice, "Miss Qiao, can you speak with me?"
She glanced at me and whispered: "Be happy with you!"
I was stunned. What did she mean by that, did she agree or disagree
I wanted to keep asking, but as soon as I saw her face, I didn't speak anymore, so I planned to try it in the language of the engineer. (End of this chapter)