Someone once did an experiment: clamp a piece of log on the drill bit of a pistol drill, and then use the rotation speed of the pistol drill to imitate the ancient people's method of drilling wood to make fire.
As a result of the experiment, the log on the pistol drill was worn away, and a hole was drilled in the cork board used for making fire. However, apart from the black edge, not even a spark was seen.
From this, we can guess that the ancients probably had no other choice but to drill wood to make fire. But the probability of finally making a fire must be very touching.
What Wang Ping was most assured about Gu Laosan was that he would not drill wood to make fire. He could do as much work as he had brains.
The branches I picked up were a little wet, so I poured some gasoline on them to start the fire.
However, Gu Lang did not dare to waste it. He only poured enough for starting the fire and quickly put the gasoline can back into the trunk.
It is not clear what the supply point halfway will look like, but this little bit of oil is the guarantee for him to cross the Qiangtang.
Fortunately, the Wrangler's trunk is quite sturdy. Although the rear bumper flew off, the trunk lid is still intact. Otherwise, we might have to go home by now.
After the fire started, someone set up the bonfire and hung a pot to boil water. I went to the foot of the mountain to break off a few branches and put my clothes that were soaked by the rain last night and my sleeping bag that I wiped several times but still couldn't clean next to the bonfire.
The Wrangler had now been driven to the other side of the river at the foot of the mountain.
This section of the river was relatively narrow, and there was a shallow beach fifty meters away from the tent on the east side. Gu Lang went back and forth several times, found the route, and drove across the river.
The badger finally understood this. No wonder he was not panicked at all when there was a big river blocking the road. With the off-road performance of the Wrangler, it can indeed ignore some shallow rivers.
After swallowing the last bite of beef jerky, Wang Ping clapped his paws, stood up, threw the packaging bag into the bonfire, and ran back to the car under the gaze of netizens in the live broadcast room. After a while, a badger jumped out with a black object in its paw and ran straight to the river.
It was when he saw Gu Laosan hanging clothes that Wang Ping remembered that he was covered in dirt from head to toe because of the encounter with the nasty Tibetan antelopes that morning. Later, the hair was washed, but the dirty clothes were still thrown under the seat.
"Fuck... the water is so cold..."
As soon as the badger put its little paws into the water, grabbing a black T-shirt less than 20 centimeters long, it couldn't help shivering.
Because the distance was a bit far and the sky was beginning to darken, the people in the live broadcast room could only see a small group squatting on the river bank, but could not see clearly what Wang Ping was doing.
While a badger was washing clothes, he was secretly observing Gu Lang out of the corner of his eye, hoping that he would notice his movements and come over to help.
Wang Ping was a little embarrassed to ask Gu Lao San to wash his clothes, but if someone took the initiative to ask, the badger would probably agree reluctantly.
Unfortunately, Gu Lang was busy cooking instant noodles at the time and didn't notice what he was doing at all.
"Why!"
Badger sighed secretly, missing the time in Shengjiawu. Every time when grandma was washing clothes at home, she would grab Badger, take off his clothes and throw them into the washing machine. Although it was a bit embarrassing, at least he didn't have to wash them himself.
"Forget it, adults...badgers, you have to do your own laundry!"
After kneading the clothes for a while until the water was no longer turbid, Wang Ping shook his stiff little paws and returned to the campfire carrying the wet clothes. He raised his paws and handed them to Gu Laosan, asking him to help hang them up.
"Huh? You washed it yourself? Why didn't you ask me to help you?" Someone took Wang Ping's T-shirt and asked in surprise.
Wang Ping: ... I said I was embarrassed, do you believe me
In the live broadcast room, it was only then that we realized that the little figure squatting by the river was actually washing clothes. We were all shocked to see a badger scratching its head, looking a little embarrassed.
"Oh my god, this is the first time I see the boss with this expression"
"Cute! So cute!"
"Flat-headed brother's out-of-print emoticon package is released"
"Pingping is so pitiful, having to wash her own clothes at such a young age"
"Little Lily gave the anchor 3 rockets..."
"The boss is indeed much smarter than ordinary animals."
"That's normal. Didn't you hear what Third Brother said? The boss has received training."
"I understand what you mean by your small body, but how can you be so young?"
“Do animals wash themselves?”
“Learn more about instant noodles”
Wang Ping returned to the tent to roast his claws. He glanced at the comments on the tablet next to him and sighed that these people were surprised by what they saw.
Having been on missions in the wild for many years, he had seen countless small animals that could wash things. Not to mention monkeys and gorillas, the most typical example was the raccoon, who was born with a mysophobia and wanted to wash everything in sight.
The sky gradually darkened, and Wang Ping did not refuse Gu Laosan's invitation that night. Because he found that the tent that Wang An recommended to someone was really good. Especially in terms of heat preservation, after moving the tent to the original campfire position, the whole tent was warm, which was much more comfortable than in the car.
At the strong request of netizens, Gu Laosan did not rush to end the live broadcast, but took the tablet computer into the tent.
With the help of a flashlight hung on the top of the tent, everyone watched Wang Ping climb onto the small hammock hanging in the tent and get into the mini sleeping bag fixed on it. After a while, the small sweatshirt on his body was thrown out by him.
There was a flurry of activity in the live broadcast room, and the amount of rewards received at this moment was more than the total amount received during the day. This made Gu Laosan feel a little jealous, and he secretly sighed that there were too few people who loved the outdoors these days.
Wang Ping didn't care about that. He squinted his eyes and began to doze off, intending to fall asleep before someone's snoring started. It was okay for him to cooperate with the live broadcast occasionally, but if he kept acting cute, it would really be a bit difficult for his straight man soul.
Gu Lang sat cross-legged on the sleeping bag and chatted in a low voice with netizens for a while before officially ending the live broadcast.
He got up and went outside the tent to add some half-wet dead branches to the campfire so that it could last longer, and then went back to the tent to sleep.
The river bank became quiet, with only the gurgling water and the occasional spark from the fire.
I don’t know how long it took, but a black cloud slowly floated across the night sky behind the snow-capped mountains, and there seemed to be a faint sound of thunder.
“Boom!”
An object suddenly fell into the water from mid-air, making a slight sound.
Then more and more objects fell, gradually spreading across the entire riverbank. In the light of the bonfire, small white ice particles kept falling from the sky to the ground, and hail began to fall. The charcoal fire soaked in water and the fire gradually became weaker.
The tent was covered with a thermal insulation layer, so it was always warm. It not only kept the heat in, but also had a soundproofing effect. Unfortunately, the thermal insulation layer could only block the outside, but not the inside. Gu Laosan's snoring had already started to be loud. In the darkness, a badger turned over in his sleeping bag in annoyance, and finally simply tucked his head into the sleeping bag.
Outside the tent, hailstones piled up, dyeing the riverbank and valley white. Some of the ice particles were as big as a head, making loud noises on the body of the Wrangler. The night wind blew, and there was a faint wolf howl, which was then drowned in the darkness.
With a slight "sizzle" sound, the last flame on the fire went out.