In the cave, Wang Yang arranged the plants and then calmed down to think about the process of making rope.

These plants are not natural rattan and cannot be used directly. Even if they are natural rattan, they will not remain for too long after being separated from the roots, which is not conducive to long-term use.

So it must be studied carefully.

The first step, without any controversy, is to get the fiber out of it.

This step is not troublesome. Find a smooth stone and flatten the plant to get the fiber.

There happened to be a stone platform deep in the cave, so Wang Yang put the plants on it and crushed it.

As time passed, the green juice stained the stone platform, and there were green filaments inside the flat branches. The length of the fibers was usually only one finger long.

Wang Yang wondered if he had broken them because they were not uniform in thickness, with some places thick and some thin.

I remember that when doing experiments before, the teacher took out the extracted fibers. The color was light white, a little yellowish, and tangled together, making it difficult to observe carefully.

Although the fibers are still mixed with plant flesh, it is still relatively easy to distinguish.

Wang Yang was absent-minded when he took the experimental class, which did not affect his recognition at this time.

He separated the pulp and fiber and set it aside, then picked up a new plant and started the extraction process.

In the first half of the night, he was doing the same thing, but with limited manpower, he only extracted a small part.

Early the next morning, he and the adults entered the forest again.

This time he was not in a hurry to collect plants, but gathered with everyone and focused on observing the behavior of the wolves.

The wolves were surprisingly quiet and did not enter their territory.

Wang Yang did not dare to take it lightly and followed everyone out for several days. The wolves were quieter than expected and refused to come in.

It seems that they recognize their status as a small group.

Wang Yang, who didn't understand what the alpha wolf was thinking, was in a state of confusion. It would be great if the wolves came and he would give in little by little. He was just afraid of the situation where he wanted to wipe out all of you yesterday but won't see you today.

Putting aside the uneasiness in his heart, Wang Yang has accelerated the speed of fiber extraction in the past few days and has to stay up very late at night.

Others didn't understand what he was doing, so they didn't help him. He couldn't explain the concept of fiber extraction to them, so he just did it alone.

Then early the next morning, he straightened out the fibers and placed them on the rocks in the canyon, pressing down as little as possible on the head and letting it dry.

The matter of cutting down trees and digging roots had to be left to the friends. Without their own supervision, they would play and cut down for a while, and at the end of the day, they would cut down three or four trees.

Wang Yang doesn't complain, it would be great if he can cut it.

The work of opening up the orchard was progressing slowly, and Wang Yang concentrated on making the rope.

A month passed and all the fiber was finally extracted.

He has picked all the plants in the territory. He has not yet picked those in the mountains and virgin forests. It is not that he has not picked them, but Wang Yang is afraid that if he picks them all, they will be gone next year.

The amount of fiber is already huge, thanks to the high fiber content of such plants.

The canyon was full of silky pale white fibers. Wang Yang put the dried fibers into wooden barrels and began to weave ropes.

Making rope is much simpler. Wang Yang picked up a ball of tangled silk, gently rubbed it in his palm, and twisted it into a thin rope made of pencil lead.

Then take a little more fiber and stick it on both ends, and continue rubbing to increase the length.

In fact, this is the same as rubbing tree bark. The bark that can be rubbed into shapes is extremely rich in fiber.

Just rubbing it together, the first small rope appeared. It was about 3 to 5 millimeters thick and five meters long. If you pull hard, the entangled fibers will tear apart like cotton at a certain weak point.

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Wang Yang glued some more fiber to the torn position and continued rubbing.

Then test it section by section, pulling hard to ensure uniform force.

Of course, this first rope is not a usable rope because it is too thin and cannot withstand the strength.

Don't be anxious at this time, and just roll it into a rough shape as you think, as that will also not be able to withstand the strength. No rope is made like this.

He picked up the fiber again and twisted another rope of the same length and thickness.

Time flew by in a hurry, and another day passed by. He had not gone out for a day, and he rubbed the fiber to the point of madness. His eyes were red, staring at the cotton-like fiber, and he rubbed it vigorously.

He firmly believes that being a nerd is the right thing to do, and technical nerds are the real nerds.

Zhang San grilled a piece of meat for him, but he didn't even turn his head and took it in his mouth, not even interested in chewing it.

Beside him, twenty thin ropes a few millimeters thick and five meters long have been placed.

Everyone looked at him blankly, frightened by his frantic appearance. Wang Yingying brought the fruit to him and asked him to eat it quickly. The osteologist poured some water and stretched it out in front of him.

Forgot to stare hard at his "injured" arm.

Wang Yang concentrated on it and rubbed another one. Finally, he felt pain in his waist and back, and his legs were numb. When he stretched, all the bones in his body made a "rattling" sound.

That feeling of powerlessness made him couldn't help shouting: "Give me a Gaizhonggai high-calcium tablet!"

There is no medicine, but there is still meat.

He ate 300 bites of barbecue, ate several plates of after-dinner fruits, and finally drank a bottle of sweet mountain spring water. He was finally resurrected with full blood on the spot. Seeing that there were many fibers left on the ground, he couldn't help but want to go again.

twist.

He quickly suppressed his conditioned reflex and turned his attention to the twenty-one formed ropes.

He plans to make a real rope tonight.

With the formed rope prototype, it is not difficult to make a strong rope. Wang Yang first took out three ropes and placed them vertically on the ground.

Press the left one to the middle one, press the right one to the left one, and then bring the middle one back.

You may be a little confused by this, but to put it simply, tie your hair in braids.

The method of tying braids should be familiar to everyone. Wang Yang uses this method.

The reason why he knows how to use it has to do with when he was in elementary school. At that time, he was so naughty that he untied the braid of a girl at the same table. The girl cried in anger and asked him to tie it back with red eyes.

But he was a little boy who didn't know how to tie pigtails, so he wanted to ask other female classmates to help, but everyone was watching the fun. The girl at the same table didn't know if she was angry and asked him to tie her hair.

So he had no choice but to help her tie her braids under the girl's instructions.

Later, for some reason, the girl's braids kept getting loose and she kept asking him to tie them up. He was still muttering something dissatisfied.

So much so that later, every time I think about that time, I am filled with tears.

Without further ado, after tying one piece, he picked up three more to tie. If there were three of the same kind, he tied them together.

Soon, a rope two fingers thick was completed.

Under the firelight, you can see Wang Yang's excited eyes, with a touch of sadness and melancholy... Wenqing's illness has occurred again.

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