Livestreaming the Hunt

[It feels like going back to the Stone Age! 】

[Seeking Lao Kui's style of survival hunting game! 】

[I've seen this plot before, and I know how to make it together. Wooden sticks, planks, and stones are combined to form a stone axe! 】

The recorder was set aside, Wang Kui glanced at the watch, picked up a flint and an ordinary stone with both hands, and placed them on the big bluestone, "This kind of stone tool manufacturing technology was basically lost when the tribal civilization disappeared. , It seems simple to polish a stone blade, but the requirement for strength is very precise, if it is too large, it will damage the material, and if it is too small, it will have no effect.”

As he said that, he picked up an ordinary stone, and hit the edge of the flint with a "ding". Unexpectedly, the ordinary stone broke into two pieces with a "crack".

[Puff! broken? Sorry I laughed! 】

[Is this the precise requirement for strength? Damn, the anchor is really accurate! (thumbs up)】

[I'm so happy, is this a slap in the face? Lao Kui! 】

[233, smile every day! 】

Wang Kui was also taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect the stone to be so untouched, so he joked: "The stone may be sick just now, let's change it!"

He's not embarrassed either.

Mistakes often happen, and it’s over after a haha, you don’t have a thick skin, and you still want to be an anchor?

Afterwards, he took another stone and hit it again. This time, it was different from before, and it made a very crisp sound like ceramic shattering.

Flint is hard, but brittle.

This time, it immediately shattered into a small piece, revealing a crescent-like arc.

Wang Kui handed the results to the camera, and the audience saw that the edges were indeed as sharp as broken glass.

So, he walked along the outer circle, again and again, and every time he knocked one round, he had to grind it on the bluestone.

Gradually, from the outside to the inside, the flint becomes smaller and flatter.

The whole process is not fast.

Twenty minutes passed.

I saw a piece of flint stone blade the size of half a palm, and it succeeded. Its edge is composed of sharp meniscus blades. of suffering.

Wang Kui picked up a wooden stick and cut it horizontally with a flint blade.

The branch was like a sharpened pencil, and a curly bark thread was drawn under the sharp edge.

[Fuck! It's polished too nicely, isn't it? 】

[The anchor is really professional! 】

【Serious teenagers get a free card × 10! ——At first glance, it looks like an old survivalist! 】

"It's not over yet. It's just a stone blade. It still needs to be perfected. I'm going to make a spear to deal with wild beasts. If I want to avoid getting hurt as much as possible, a long weapon that can extend the distance is best for us. It's one inch long and one inch strong." !"

Looking around, by the light of the fire, Wang Kui found a dead branch that was nearly one person tall and two fingers thick. He chose it because it was the relatively straightest stick that could be found so far.

With the flint blade, he quickly smoothed out the redundant branches and protrusions on the branch, but it was still a bit bent overall.

"To deal with this kind of bending, roasting with fire is the best way. Wood is easily deformed after heating. Many handmade wooden furniture also take advantage of this."

He roasted it repeatedly, and pressed the bent part with his foot many times.

After a few back and forth, the pole gradually straightened.

"The next step is to find a way to install the flint blade on the pole. Some primitive tribes will choose to flatten the top half to leave a recess, and tie the two together with a rope, but in this way, the connection is very difficult. Easily broken."

"So I chose another method, which is like making a torch, split a small fork in the middle of the top, and clamp the flint blade. Remember the pine resin? We can use it as an adhesive and fill it between the stone flakes and Fork in the middle, let them fully fit, and strengthen the stability of both!"

Hearing this, the water friends in the live broadcast room had to admit that Wang Kui is indeed an experienced hunter.

Maybe it’s because he grew up in the countryside when he was a child, maybe it’s because of his three years of outdoor shooting experience in wild animals, which gave him a very clear idea of ​​survival, and he can make full use of every resource in the wild.

He dug copious amounts of resin from each pine tree.

Some resins are so hard that they congeal into small pieces like amber.

But Wang Kui's shrewdness is here. He took a piece of dead wood, put them on top, and roasted them with fire.

The high temperature quickly softens and melts these resins, giving off a sour woody aroma.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

He squeezed it with his hands, blew on his burned fingers, and then slowly poured the resin against the flint blade that had been inserted into the stick.

The yellowed resin, like honey, slowly left the board, pulled out a crystal filament, and finally fell into the gap, filling the gap.

Repeat several times.

The gaps between the flint blades were all filled.

Wang Kui squeezed and wiped it carefully. With the wind blowing, the temperature of the resin dropped and it began to harden. After pressing it a few times with a little force, it did not loosen at all.

"In the end, we fixed it with a rope on the outer ring and it was fine. I have 550 paracords in my bag, which can withstand up to 550 pounds, which is about 249 kilograms of tension, but I don't want to waste it."

"There are too many places where the rope is needed. I can use it to set up traps, as a safety rope, and even if I can catch a wolfhound alive, I can also tie it up. Of course, if we can't catch it alive, we will kill it!"

"So, for the time being, we will use other 'ropes' instead."

When he came to the juniper, Wang Kui smashed the bark with a stone chisel and tore off several long strips.

"The bark is divided into the outer layer of dead cork, and the inner layer of bast. We use the inner layer, but it is not very strong, so we have to weave it."

The inner bark of the tree was torn off one by one by him.

Wang Kui picked up three pieces, stepped on one end with a shoe, and moved the other end up and down with his hands, rubbing them together layer by layer like weaving a flower basket.

Ten minutes passed.

He has already woven several two-millimeter-thick tree ropes.

"When wrapping, be sure to tighten it a bit, and finally apply a layer of resin to prevent it from falling off and waterproofing..."

Finally, after tying, a stone-bladed spear is ready.

The straight body of the stick, the black and shiny spear blade under the firelight.

If the audience hadn't watched the whole process, it would be hard to imagine that this was really built by one person in the wild without any modern tools!

[Too strong, the anchor knows too much, and can explain the principle of each step! 】

【Maano King! 】

[Professional! 】

[Lao Kui is a real critic! 】

[Can the anchor give this spear to the lottery after killing the wolf dog, it feels so handsome! 】

...

Wang Kui looked at the barrage on the watch and smiled: "It's not easy to carry a spear, but this flint blade is pretty nice, and I can give it to you as a souvenir!"

rustle!

Thank you Jun Moxi for the rx dance, "The King Devourer" for the reward!