Chapter 809:

I just browsed the video accidentally, and now I know the general steps.
In fact, she can't make bamboo baskets and straw sandals.
Now there are bamboo pieces for weaving bamboo baskets. She tried to cross-weave the bamboo pieces according to the impression in the video. After making mistakes many times, she disassembled and reassembled...
The sun fell, and when Bai Qinghao came back with a large sea crab, he saw Fang Xinxin had already woven a bamboo basket.
An accident flashed in his lacquered eyes, "My wife, how many surprises do you want to give me?"
She raised her delicate eyebrows, "This is a pleasant surprise? Alas."
Sighed.
He took off the cloth pocket and walked over, staring at her distressedly, "Why sigh?" Is it because he followed him to a deserted island and couldn't stand the harsh living environment?
Will definitely leave here!
She smiled slightly, "Because you, the 100 billion president, actually saw me weaving a bamboo basket and boasting. My basket is so ugly, but it can hold things. If other girls make beautiful crafts, you must ..."
"In my eyes, there is only you." He stroked her long green silk pityingly, "There is no one else here, even if there is. I will ignore it."
She lifted her head slightly and looked at his stern, steely face. There was no trace of joking in that cool look.
Too clear, his mind. Fang Xinxin nodded moved.
"You wait a while." Bai Qinghao said, turning around and out of the tree shed, and walked deep into the forest.
"Don't go far," she confessed. It's getting dark and it's not safe in the woods.
Even if he was a prudent person, she could not help but worry.
When the sky was completely dark, Bai Qinghao brought a large bundle of dry branches and a large stone with a concave center, and threw it outside the shed.
Bai Qinghao took a few branches and a handful of hay inserted into the shed.
I found a few stones nearby and placed them about 20 centimeters apart to make a very simple stone stove. Put small branches and hay into the empty space between the stones.
He picked a thicker trunk tree cut and placed it between the twigs and the hay. He carved a hole in the tree cut with a scalpel, and inserted a previously prepared round and straight wood thick with a thumb into the hole. in.
Both hands kept rubbing the long slender straight wood, and the wood kept spinning in the cut hole of the tree.
His rubbing force became faster and stronger.
Fang Xinxin looked at the scene in front of him, he was drilling wood to make fire!
It's a pity, it's very difficult to drill wood to get fire.
He rubbed like this for half an hour, and there was no spark from the friction of the wood.
Seeing that the blood blisters on his palm were rotten, she couldn't help but said distressedly, "My husband, forget it. It's not easy to drill wood to make fire when it's cold at night. It's better to do it again at noon tomorrow. It must be easier when the temperature is high. "
"It's because it's cold at night that you have to make a fire." He didn't give up, and continued to rub the straight wood in his hands blankly, as if the blood blisters on his hands were painless.
She knew he was stubborn, so she let him go.
He glanced at her, "You can eat sea crabs first. It seems that you will start a fire and cook something, it will be late."
"It's okay." She shook her head. "If there is a fire, you can eat cooked food. I don't want to eat raw food anymore."
"Then wait a while." He also knows that raw food is not good and contains parasites.
It is troublesome to eat badly. There was no way before, but now, he will never let his wife eat raw food again!