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He tried to use his mental thoughts to make a mark on one of the cells that had just divided. He imagined writing the word "6" on it.
The little fur ball and the little tiger cub looked at him in surprise, and did not dare to get close, because they had just seen thunder and lightning appear on him, and then they saw him fall to the ground.
When he asked the little fur ball to give him a shot, he fell to the ground and twitched. They could understand this, even if they were beasts.
But now, they really don¡¯t understand, why did he suddenly get an electric shock?
The two little animals seemed to think this was very magical, and they both stared at him with big eyes.
Yun Buliu also thought this was very magical. His body was lying on the ground swinging, but his consciousness was clearly watching, as if his consciousness and body were separated at this moment.
He actually couldn't feel pain, as if he had lost his pain-sensing nerves.
However, when he exited from this microscopic perspective and returned to consciousness, he felt as if needles were being pierced all over his body.
That kind of pain made him scream involuntarily.
It was much stronger than the pain when the little fur ball shocked him.
"Obviously, he didn't control the intensity well, and the current was a bit too high.
"Compared to the little fur ball, his ability to control this current is obviously much worse.
But the effect was still there. He lay on the ground and rested for a while. When he was able to get up, he really felt that his body had recovered and the previous fatigue had disappeared.
In other words, he no longer needs the little thunder beast called Little Furball.
I don¡¯t know if the little fur ball is also aware of this problem. When it looks at Yun Buliu, there seems to be a sense of loss in its eyes.
However, Yun Buliu himself did not realize this. He was still proud of himself for being able to replenish his physical strength. He felt that he was really amazing.
He hummed a tune happily, and then happily ran to the lake to look for rough and hard sandstone that could be used to sharpen knives. This thing is not difficult to find.
It didn¡¯t take long for him to find a big stone that could be used as a whetstone. He directly carried it back and placed it on the edge of a small pond not far from the aqueduct.
Then he ran back to Xiaozhulou and took out the black hatchet with extremely rough surface.
He doesn¡¯t know if such a hatchet is strong or not. After all, it is a pig iron knife made directly from a mold. The texture will definitely be brittle, and he doesn¡¯t know if it needs to be forged again.
But since it looks like it works, let¡¯s use it first! If it doesn't work, he still has a lot of iron bars left, and he can just forge them again when the time comes.
"But I heard that the blacksmiths would wrap the blades of their knives with steel, and he didn't know how to wrap them. Of course, he has no steel now.
After grinding for a long time, I finally saw a hint of snow-white on the dark hatchet blade.
He waved it twice, then ran to the back mountain with the hatchet, and first cut a small tree with a diameter as large as the mouth of a bowl, which was the kind of hard wood that was originally chosen to make short spears.
This kind of wood is hard and heavy, making it an excellent material for making wooden spears.
When we go back to make spear shafts for those iron spear heads, we also need to use this kind of wood.
Of course, he is also going to use these solid woods to make the handles of tools such as hoes and axes.
But creating the handles of these tools requires the use of some woodworking tools, especially planes and chisels, as well as saws. Don't worry about the chisel. It's already cast. You just need to polish it carefully and add a wooden handle to it, and it's ready for use.
As for the plane, that is, the plane knife, he has already made several blades for this, and he will still need to slowly build it according to the appearance in his memory.
As for the saw, this gave Yun Buliu a headache.
In fact, the saw can be represented by gold-patterned animal teeth. Anyway, when he uses it to cut things now, he either uses tiger teeth or wild boar tusks.
"And if he wanted to use a saw, he had to polish the teeth. Polishing those teeth was not an easy task. He needed to find a thin whetstone.
And you have to be careful not to break those saw teeth.
However, Yun Buliu didn¡¯t dare to have high hopes for something like a saw. After all, the saw was made from a cast iron mold. The texture must be very brittle and it would probably break after a short time.
He tried to chop the solid wood with a hatchet. The hatchet did not break and the quality was pretty good.
With the sharp blade and his strength, a small tree with a diameter of about ten centimeters was broken with one strike. The cut was smooth and without any slop.
Yun Buliu is quite satisfied with this!
Then, he cut off the branches of the small tree, then found several strong trees of similar size, cut them down, and tied them together to carry them back.
These small trees still need to be peeled and dried before they can be used to make wooden handles.
If you use undried wood to make a wooden handle, it will definitely shrink in the future, and the wooden handle will definitely fall off from the iron, and everything will be in vain.
After carrying those small trees back to the small bamboo house by the lake, Yun Buliu peeled them one by one, and then leaned against the small bamboo house to dry.
Stand it upright and pad the bottom to make it easier to dry.
Finally, before noon, the heavy rain came as expected, and it continued until the evening.
Originally, he was thinking that when the rain stopped in the afternoon, he would go to the lake to lure a crocodile over and kill it for dinner. As a result, looking at the endless heavy rain, he had no choice but to take off his animal skin clothes, put on a pair of crocodile skin pants, carried the dried meat, and went to the water pipe to wash it.
In the evening, the rain stopped.
Yun Buliu returned to the second floor and continued to meditate, letting his spiritual thoughts wander in the microscopic world.
The next day, although he needed to go hunting, Yun Buliu didn't want to go to the woods to find trouble at this time. The woods were extremely cool after the rain, and he was wet when he went in.
He was going to find trouble with those dry firewood people at the lake.
It turned out that the dry firewood seemed to be far away from the lake.
I don¡¯t know if he likes to hunt these dead wood more and more, so they gradually move away from the lake shore and away from this dangerous place.
After thinking about it, he ran back and brought back a piece of dried meat. He used the brand new hunting knife he sharpened yesterday afternoon to cut the dried meat into sections and threw them into the lake.
Those deadwoods were indeed not very intelligent, and they could not see such an obvious trap, yet they were actually caught by him using the method of feeding them.
Just looking at the large crocodile in front of him, which may be more than seven meters long by visual inspection, the corners of Yun Buliu's lips couldn't help but twitch slightly. Do you want to change it?
How scary is a seven-meter-long crocodile?
Yun Buliu felt that its big mouth could fit his entire body. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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