Desert island survival with the female CEO

Fang Yang braved the scorching sun and went to the hill behind the shelter to look for some dead branches, and some trees that had dried up, the dead leaves had been exposed to the morning sun, and some of the surface had dried.

After searching carefully for a while, he found some firewood that could be burned and some relatively small branches, although it was still a little wet, Fang Yang wanted to pick it up first and go back to the beach to dry.

Fang Yang held the materials in his hand and said leisurely: "I feel that these are almost the same, they are all prepared first, but don't wait for me to drill out of the fire, but because I didn't continue to add firewood, the fire went out, then I laughed off other people's big teeth."

Fang Yang returned to the beach, found the tools that had been placed on the ground in the morning, picked them up carefully, and saw that these wood tools had been dried, so he directly took them back under the roots.

He sat directly under the roots of the tree and carefully recalled the survival masters in those wilderness survival programs, where the survival masters taught the method of drilling wood for fire.

He doesn't remember the detailed process very clearly, only remembering that he needs a drill stick and a drill board, as well as the ignition velvet, and must dig a V-shaped groove on the drill board, so that the wood chips that turn and rub out fall out, and then put it on the prepared ignition, the approximate process is like this.

Fang Yang found that the drill stick was the branch of a small shrub that had withered on the mountain, and the wood was relatively hard and straight.

"I have to fix them a little smoother, otherwise don't break my hands first!"

Fang Yang took the stone piece and polished the more scraped parts of this bush branch a little smoother, so that when it turned up, it would not be easy to hurt his hand.

After all the trimming, take the head of the drill stick to the stone to sharpen it into a sharp corner, and after processing the drill rod, prepare to trim the drill plate.

The drill plate was a relatively large dead branch, and when Fang Yang found it, this dead branch happened to have a crack in the middle.

Fang Yang looked for a thinner stone piece and knocked it down from the middle, breaking this dead branch from the middle, and took one of the more suitable ones as a drill board.

After Fang Yang trimmed it, he felt that it was almost the same, so he picked up a small stone piece with sharp corners and drilled it against the drill plate, and he had to dig a concave nest in the middle of the drill plate first.

Then scrape a V-shaped groove with a stone piece on the side of this den, and the sharp corners on the drill rod are aimed at this nest, and you can start to rotate, drilling the contact point between the wood and the drill plate.

After constant friction, heat will be generated, and when the heat reaches a certain temperature, it will ignite the wood chips generated by the friction between the drilling wood and the drilling board, and then put it into the fire wool, blow gently, and when there are enough sparks in the velvet, an open flame can be generated.

Of course, this is said in theory, but whether it can be done in practice is unknown.

It's like the brain: well, learned!

Hand: Well, the learning is wasted!

After Ouyang Feifei finished eating the food in her hand, she also left the shelter and came to the back of the beach to find Fang Yang.

She also wanted to see if Fang Yang could successfully drill wood for fire, and if not, she could use this to mock him well.

Who let him make the whole weather himself, and still find ways to make black money.

Fang Yang saw that Ouyang Feifei was also coming, thinking that she was coming to help, but he didn't think too much, and he was busy living.

I rechecked the tools, a drill stick, a drill board, next to it were fine fibers rubbed out of leaves as fire wool, and there were small branches piled up on the side, and not far away there was a mess of dead wood the size of an arm.

After everything was ready, Fang Yang began to look for a good direction, and he had to carry the wind direction on his back, so as not to easily blow Mars out.

Fang Yang put the drill board on the ground, put a dead leaf under the V-shaped groove, to catch the sparks in the wood chips, Fang Yang half-squatted on the tail hand of this drill board, picked up the drill stick, and began to rub his hands back and forth, from top to bottom, when the palm was almost to the bottom of the drill stick, he helped the drill stick back to the top and began to rub.

Ouyang Feifei also half-squatted next to her and watched carefully, her eyes were full of expectation, she was extremely eager to have fire, she really didn't want to eat those raw foods anymore.

The sun in the sky was emitting a strong light, and the noon sun had sunburned the young leaves on the branches, while Fang Yang's forehead in the shade of the tree was already slightly sweaty.

The drill stick in his hand was still spinning, and his eyes were staring at the recess on the drill board, for fear that he would miss that little bit of Mars.

Fang Yang didn't know how long he had been drilling against the drill board, his arms began to feel sore, but the drill plate still didn't have a little Martian appearance, and even the wood chips that rubbed out were only a little.

The soreness coming from the arm became stronger and stronger, the whole arm began to tremble, and the wrist joint was even more painful, the drill stick in Fang Yang's hand stopped, and the soreness in his arm made him unable to hold on.

Stopping the drilling wood turning in his hand, Fang Yang put his finger into the recess and found that the temperature inside was only a little hot, not hot, and the surface was not scorched black, only a little yellow.

Fang Yang picked up the drill board to take a closer look, and kept thinking in his mind.

"Is it not hot enough? Unable to generate enough heat to ignite wood chips? Fang Yang said to himself as he took the drill board.

Fang Yang suddenly slapped his thigh: "I know!" It turns out that the longer it rotates, the higher the temperature, but it does not reach such a fast speed as the drill rod, and the temperature can never be raised.

Ouyang Feifei looked at Fang Yang and talked to himself for a while, and then went crazy for a while, and his feet slowly moved away!

After Fang Yang discovered the reason for the first failure, he was ready to rest for a while before continuing, patting his palm and kneading his arm, hoping to relieve the soreness as soon as possible.

Fang Yang was angry in his heart: I still don't believe it, with my hand speed of being single for 25 years, I can't even make a fire?

After resting for about half an hour, the soreness in his arm finally subsided, Fang Yang picked up the drill stick again, aimed it at the recess of the drilling plate on the ground, held the drill stick in his palm and began to rub it back and forth quickly, and once again tried to drill wood for fire.

With the experience of failure last time, this time Fang Yang's speed of rotation was significantly faster.

Ouyang Fei had also been staring intently at the diamond plate under Fang Yang, and it didn't take long for her to smell a scorched smell similar to burning wood, and when she looked closely, it seemed that a faint smoke came out of the drill board.

Fang Yang naturally smelled this smell for a long time, and his heart was a little excited, and his palms trembled slightly when he rubbed them back and forth, watching the burnt yellow wood chips slowly fall under the V-shaped groove of the drill board, and his hands were rubbing back and forth faster.

"Wipe your sweat."

Ouyang Feifei, who was carefully watching Fang Yang drill wood for fire, suddenly heard Fang Yang say this.

As soon as his brain was startled, he grabbed his sleeve and wiped it on Fang Yang's face.

Gently wiping back and forth a few times, the sweat on Fang Yang's face was wiped clean.

After helping Fang Yang dry her sweat, a hint of blush appeared on Ouyang Feifei's perfectly fair face at this moment, and she didn't reach herself, she would actually use her sleeve to help Fang Yang wipe her sweat.

What's more terrifying is that there is no rejection in my heart! After hearing Fang Yang's words, his body seemed to do it involuntarily.

Ouyang Feifei, you are too self-respecting, and you actually listened to his words in a confused manner.

I obviously hate this money-greedy guy, how could it be... No, I helped him wipe his sweat in order to drill wood for fire to succeed, otherwise his sweat dripped and would wet the drill board, yes, that's right, everything was just for fire.

Fang Yang did not see the unnatural expression on Ouyang Feifei's face at the moment, let alone knew that in just a short moment, Ouyang Feifei had experienced so many inner dramas.

Fang Yang's hands were always holding the drill stick and rubbing back and forth rapidly, and gradually, the wood chips that the drill stick rubbed against the leaves on the drill board began to become a little black, and the smell of wood scorching became bigger and bigger, seeing this, Fang Yang was ready to start the final sprint stage.

The palms of both hands kept rubbing back and forth from top to bottom, as if all the strength in the body was used on these hands, and the wood chips that fell on the leaves from the V-shaped groove became more and more and more black, and carried a small white smoke visible to the naked eye.

After Fang Yang saw the smoke, he quickly stopped rubbing and carefully picked up this leaf, and fell on the small pile of black wood chips on the leaves, with a little spark inside, and a faint smoke wafting.

Fang Yang's movements were extremely gentle, holding his breath, afraid of himself, the exhaled air would blow this little Mars out.

Carefully put this small pile of fire embers into the fire velvet, open your hands, hold the fire velvet made of leaf fibers, and begin to blow gently to deliver oxygen to a little spark inside.

The sparks in the velvet began to ignite the fine fibers around it, and Fang Yang held the velvet in both hands and stroked back and forth, trying to let as much oxygen enter the velvet as possible.

Slowly, the white smoke coming out of the velvet grew bigger and bigger.

"Shhh..." The

fire velvet in Fang Yang's hand was finally ignited.

Fang Yang couldn't care about the pain of his palm being burned by the flames, and excitedly put this pile of fire velvet that had already appeared in the open flame into the pyre that had already been piled up with small branches, and the fire wool gradually burned out, but the flame had already ignited this pile of dry small branches.

"There is a fire, there is a fire, there is a success, there is no need to eat raw fish, thank lady luck!" Fang Yang muttered incoherently while holding the dead branch and putting it on the small fire.

Gradually, the fire became bigger and bigger, and the temperature from the fire made the clothes start to get a little hot.

Fang Yang moved away from the fire a little, looking at this fire, Fang Yang had an urge to shed tears.