Manhole covers are far more practical than leaves. The frozen layer only stops on the back of the manhole cover and fails to expand to the bottom of the well. Only a small amount of moonlight scatters through the reserved gaps, making it hazy.

In the absence of a campfire, he must leave a certain amount of lighting holes.

One day later, the spring water at the bottom of the well was half a finger high. The spring water began to seep into the red soil and condense into pieces of calcium flake crystals.

It is necessary to embed stones on the well wall. There is very little water produced here. If you want to store water, you must make a stone well.

Water must be saved.

But now he is helpless, not eating in a row and working hard all day, making his muscles and belly sore inexplicably.

He very much suspected that all the fat on his body had been consumed at this moment, and this kind of work that had nothing to do with his life could only be put aside later.

Prepare enough dry firewood during the day. If you can solve the fire source problem, you can sleep well in the second half of the night.

The cold air settled to the bottom of the well little by little. I should have curled up in the leaves, but I still forced myself to sit up wrapped in the leaves.

The firewood has long been divided into three types: coarse and fine, and there are also many dead leaves.

Dead leaves are currently the best tinder material. The fine powder is added after sparks appear. Fine firewood will be the main burning material. Coarse firewood can ensure that the flame burns for a long time. As long as it is burned, the fire will be retained.

I have watched a lot of wilderness survival programs, and I am very well prepared for the materials.

Of course, what makes him confident is the tool that has been turned into a drill. It usually takes about three hours for a wilderness boss to make fire, but the magical power of the tool will definitely shorten the time greatly.

The principle of drilling wood to make fire is simpler. By moving the drill rod at high speed, the drill tip and the wood on the base plate are constantly rubbed. The heat generated by the friction will carbonize the board. At this time, you only need a little soft tinder and slowly use your mouth to

If you blow it, there is a high chance that a fire will come out.

When turning the drill pipe, I basically rely on my hands, and if conditions permit, I will naturally use a long bow.

When the tools could only be changed into the same form, Li Ziqi felt that it would be more practical to turn it into a drill pipe.

It was Li Ziqi's first time to drill wood to make fire. After preparations were completed, he started taking action.

Crush the bark into a ball and break it into hair-like shreds. This is tinder. Ideally it should be a bird's nest or dry moss, but unfortunately it cannot be collected.

Then the dry wood floor was laid out flat, and a gap for the drill bit was cut out in the center. The tool turned into a drill rod and pressed directly into the gap. He rubbed it with his hands and started to turn it slowly.

This most primitive method made him have some inexplicable longings. After learning it in a textbook as a child, he never once imagined himself making fire in the wild with a few tree roots.

That is definitely a powerful skill.

The drill pipe rotated at high speed, but the wood board did not smoke. Instead, both hands were red and hot, as if they were about to catch fire.

He far underestimated the difficulty of drilling wood to make fire. The magical tool did not bring the smoke as imagined, but only piles of debris.

Li Ziqi did not give up. After a short rest, he continued to rotate at a constant speed. More and more debris appeared on the wooden board. The drill bit continued to penetrate into the bottom layer of the wooden board, but no trace of carbonization appeared.

After putting down the drill bit several times in a row, I can only see a little bit of gray in the gap.

After the first few times, the passion completely subsided. The drill did indeed have divine power, but it was blessed with sharpness, and its greatest ability was just to penetrate a wooden board.

He seems to have overlooked many details.

The knowledge discussed in the wilderness survival program is very different in reality.

After more than a dozen attempts, the skin on his hand was almost worn out, so he had no choice but to use a bow drill to make fire. The tool became a longbow, and he chose a piece of wood again, but the current longbow seemed to be better at shooting, and he couldn't drill the wood into it at all.

The pole and long bow are effectively combined.

The effect is far less than the hand spin just now.

Li Ziqi curled up in the leaves, slowly sucking in the spring water, relying on the little warmth brought by the spring water to resist the cold air outside.

The boards and drills had been thrown aside long ago, and the continuous failures made his already extremely poor body develop in a worse direction.

After two hours of continuous work, the two arms seemed to be disassembled, without any feeling.

But what made him even more desperate was his failure to make fire out of wood.

Apart from tools, he seems to be useless.

What to do next.

You can't just lie on the mound and drink spring water all your life.

Huddled up in the leaves, what he hopes most now is that the cold night will pass quickly, and he can lie on the ground under the sun and warm up quickly.

But Li Ziqi is not the kind of decadent person, so since he couldn't sleep, he began to summarize the reasons for the failure.

The wood in this world should be different from what I know, and its carbonization difficulty is dozens of times higher than expected.

To solve the problem, the wood should be allowed to decompose in the sun, preferably dryer wood.

Physical coordination is also one of the reasons for failure.

But it's just an imaginary inference. I don't know if it's because I think too much or because I'm too tired. Wrapped in leaves, I feel like I'm falling asleep, more like dying.

When he regained consciousness, his whole body was as stiff as iron, and his whole body was out of control. His vision was blurry, as if he had returned to the busy world again.

Instinct desperately tried to absorb the spring water, and the light heat generated gradually allowed him to feel it. After just exploring, he no longer wanted to move.

If I had been slower, I might have completely frozen to death here.

In other words, it is already dead and is just being replenished by the spring water.

I didn't dare to sleep anymore, so I hid at the bottom of the well and suffered, until the sun rose and the ice on the manhole cover melted, but I still didn't get up. Finally, the well became stuffy, and my stiff body responded, and I slowly followed it.

Climb out via the vertical ladder.

The leaves are turning yellow and withered, but the wood processed yesterday has not changed much. The colorful light falls on this open space, which is very dazzling.

The hot air squeezed into Li Ziqi's body, robbing him of moisture, creating a perfect contrast with the coldness last night.

If drilling wood to make fire is successful, according to his plan, the entire tree will be decomposed today, and then he will explore nearby to try to find food.

But now he has no intention of taking action. The failure of drilling wood to make fire suddenly made him lose the direction of living.

Very decadent.

He just stood there in the sun, until his whole body seemed to be on fire, and he came back to his senses. But looking at the huge trees that were as big as airplanes, and thinking about there being so much work, it felt like he was back to the nine-to-five routine.

Rushing time.

"Do you have to live so tightly after being reborn?"

Li Ziqi fiddled with the wooden stick, but this tool that could be changed at will could not allow him to create a fire.

The shadow swayed with the movement of his arms, and Li Ziqi danced playfully, as if he was playing with ants escaping hastily in the sun when he was a child.

His favorite thing was to use the bottom of a beer bottle to scorch ants, and he accidentally scorched Mai to death.

Even though it’s sinful, it’s still fun.

"I'm so bored!"

At this moment, Li Ziqi suddenly stopped, slapped his forehead fiercely, and shouted:

"How could I, an idiot, forget such a thing?"

When a bunch of dead leaves are gathered together, the wooden stick changes into a convex lens.

At this moment, the sky is the most dazzling sun. I fiddle with the lenses and adjust the height, and soon a bright spot of light appears on the leaves.

As soon as my eyes lit up, I didn't dare to relax at this moment. I fixed the angle. In less than a moment, I saw the black spots appear. The black spots in the center of the leaves spread outwards, and the light spots dispersed directly to the bottom of the leaves.

Li Ziqi was ecstatic, it was a hundred times easier than drilling wood to make fire.

It’s not that the tool is not good, it’s that his brain is not good.

He quickly rushed to the bottom of the well, took out all the materials for drilling wood and making fire yesterday, and re-condensed them into light spots, shining on yesterday's gap.

Less than half a minute later, a faint wisp of green smoke came out, and as time passed, more and more green smoke appeared, and finally, a trace of black charcoal appeared in the center of the board.

Li Ziqi didn't know what was going on, so he quickly pressed the broken leaves and crumbs into the gap, leaned over and puffed up his cheeks, and started blowing carefully.

Hush...hush...

As the cheeks puffed out and inhaled, the smoke became more and more. With the last breath, the tinder seemed to be infused with divine power.

Poof!

A ball of crimson flame seemed to jump out of nowhere.

Done!

After a night of suffering and failure, the flames appeared at this moment, which undoubtedly became a great encouragement to him.

Not only can he get a good sleep at night, but it also gives him a clear signal, relying on past knowledge plus magical tools.

He can settle down here.

Light the fire at night and boil a cup of hot water. It will be warm and you will definitely have a good sleep.

At this moment, even if he has not eaten, Li Ziqi seems to have endless power.

He quickly placed the thin firewood on the flame and placed the thick wood on top to ensure that the flame would not go out.

Li Ziqi looked at the rapidly changing sun above his head. Now, he was looking forward to the coming of night and sleeping warmly by the fire.

But not now. The big trees today can be dealt with later. If we can find something to eat during this period, the night will definitely be more comfortable.

Thinking of this, I climbed directly to the only tree hole.

He is not greedy.
Chapter completed!