Wilderness Survival 365 Days

Chu Feng shook the snow on his rabbit shoes and moved the trunk of the tree under the eaves.

“Quack…”

The door of the shelter was pushed open.

Yun Xin probed out and said softly, “Chu Feng, come in for breakfast, I’ll get it later.” ”

“Okay.” Chu Feng took off the bucket, threw off the snow on it, and scraped off the snow stuck to the soles of the rabbit skin shoes before entering the door.

Inside the shelter, Liu Yimeng was serving breakfast, and Liu Yiqiu was still grinding oil sand beans in front of the wooden table.

“Let’s eat first.” Chu Feng said softly.

“Well, I’ll finish grinding these few.” Liu Yiqiu said softly, there were still a few oil sand beans pressed under the wooden stick, which became crushed under the pressure of repeated rolling and squeezing of the wooden stick.

After a few minutes, the four of them sat down on the clay kang and took up the pottery bowl and ate breakfast.

“The snow seems to be getting heavier and heavier.” Yun Xin said softly, when he just opened the door, he looked outside, and there was a lot of snow on the ground of the courtyard.

Liu Yimeng chewed the meat in his mouth and said vaguely, “On a snowy day, you can’t go anywhere.” ”

“No way.” Chu Feng said softly.

After eating breakfast for more than twenty minutes, Liu Yimeng took over her sister’s position and continued to grind the oil sand beans.

“Chu Feng, how do you deal with those ground oil sand beans?” Yun Xin asked softly, kneading I and pinching the oil sand beans that had been ground into pieces.

“Steaming first.” Chu Feng said softly.

“Okay, then I’ll get it.” Yun Xin smiled lightly and came to the fireplace with the oiled sand beans that had been crushed.

Chu Feng pushed open the wooden door and left the shelter, carrying the trunk of the tree and moving it into the shelter, and then closing the wooden door again.

He began to process the trunk with a wood knife, first cutting the trunk in half, keeping the longer one, about one meter and a half, and the other section against the wall.

Chu Feng used a wood knife to peel off all the bark, then got up and picked up a piece of charcoal by the fireplace, and then drew a rectangle of one meter long and twenty centimeters wide along the middle of the trunk.

He followed the lines drawn by the charcoal, and prepared with his saber to hollow out all the trunks inside the rectangle.

Chu Feng got up and found a stone, used the saber as a chisel, and the stone struck the handle of the saber, and it took more than twenty minutes before gradually digging out a small pit.

It then gradually expands along the small pit until the part inside the rectangular of the trunk is completely hollowed out, and finally a fifty-centimeter-long and ten-centimeter-wide opening is dug at the bottom, which is the reserved oil outlet.

Just hollowing out this trunk, with Chu Feng’s strength, took nearly two hours to complete.

“Chu Feng, what are you going to do with these steamed oil sand beans?” Yun Xin pointed to the clay pot placed next to the fireplace, which contained two cans of steamed oil sand beans.

“How much sackcloth do we have?” Chu Feng put down the chai knife and clapped his hands and asked.

He got up and walked to the fireplace, inspected the oil sand beans in the clay pot, looked down and sniffed, and had reached the standard of being able to squeeze oil.

“Quite a lot, do you need to use linen cloth to press oil?” Yun Xin asked curiously.

She stood up and rummaged through the wooden shelves to find the sackcloth she had woven earlier.

“Well, you’ll need some sackcloth to wrap the oil sand beans.” Chu Feng said softly, turned around to find bamboo, and processed the bamboo into pieces according to the standard of twenty centimeters.

Each of the four pieces of bamboo is connected end to end, fixed with rope, and a square box with a side length of twenty centimeters is made.

“What’s next?” Yun Xin asked curiously.

“Spread sackcloth in the box, then put the steamed oil sand beans in, wrap the sackcloth and make a cake.” Chu Feng said softly, busy with his hands.

He unfolded the curled sackcloth, cut a large piece with his saber and spread it inside the box, then poured the steamed oil sand beans from the clay pot into it until the box was covered.

Chu Feng pressed it with his hand, pressed the oil sand beans tightly, and then wrapped the oil sand beans with excess linen.

Then remove the box and find a rope to circle around the opening of the sackcloth to prevent the sackcloth from loosening and causing the tightly pressed oil sand beans inside to scatter.

“I see, leave it to me.” Yun Xin smiled brightly, cut a large piece of sackcloth with his saber and spread it in the box, and then poured the oil sand beans into it and pressed it tightly.

“The tighter the pressure, the better.” Chu Feng said softly.

“Okay.” Yun Xin nodded seriously, and hammered the oil sand beans with his small fist until it was pressed tightly.

“Chu Feng, do you have to grind it all up?” Liu Yimeng sat on a wooden bench with two clay pots next to her, filled with uncrushed oil sand beans.

“Well, it’s all polished.” The corners of Chu Feng’s mouth rose and said softly.

“All right.” Liu Yimeng nodded, she and her sister had been grinding for more than two hours, and there was still a large part of the oil sand beans that had not been polished.

“Hurry.” Liu Yiqiu said softly, the wooden stick in his hand rolling, crushing the oil sand beans on the stone.

“Got it.” Liu Yimeng twisted his neck, which would be boring and boring.

Chu Feng laughed softly, got up and pushed open the door of the shelter, braved the heavy snow to go to the warehouse, and moved a few pieces of wood back after a while.

He handled the wood with a wooden knife, made a wooden frame, fixed it with rope, and made a support frame.

Chu Feng lifted the treated trunk and placed it on the support frame, the position of the oil outlet facing down, and the two ends of the trunk were fixed to the support frame with ropes to prevent it from rolling.

He thought about it, found the thickest bamboo, cut half of it, opened all the bamboo knots, and fixed it with a rope under the oil outlet.

One end of the bamboo is tilted, and then an empty clay pot is placed at the end of the bamboo, which is prepared to hold oil.

“You have to make a few wooden deeds.” Chu Feng said softly, got up and went out of the shelter again, and picked out a few suitable pieces of wood from the warehouse to come back.

He swung his knife at twenty centimeters and disposed of the wood into a wide and narrow wooden deed.

It took Chu Feng nearly an hour and a half to make three wooden deeds like this, all controlled at twenty centimeters in height, all of which were narrow and one wide.

“Finally finished.” Liu Yimeng shook his hand, and the clay pot placed next to him was empty, and on the dried banana leaves, there were piles of oily sand beans that had been ground into pieces.

“My oil press is also finished.” Chu Feng smiled lightly, and the wooden contract was the last part of the ancient oil press.

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