Chapter 22 Hand Rubbed Sling
Li Cang suddenly discovered that a row of tender tips had emerged from the rows of corn and soybeans next to him.
"So fast??"
Su Suizong style ecstasy!
But in fact, it should have been planted shallowly, otherwise it would not have broken ground so quickly.
The corn seedlings looked wilted and yellow, looking malnourished.
According to Li Cang's superficial knowledge of geography, volcanic ash seems to be quite nutritious for plants. The layers on the left and right sides of the island are almost slurry, and the seedlings that grow there are almost swollen. How could this happen?
Could it be that the acidity of rainwater exceeds the standard?
After pondering for a while, he decided to do something simple and crude, and sprinkle some plant ash on these new plots of land and the cabbage patch in the yard.
Weak acid rain, combined with weakly alkaline plant ash, there is nothing wrong with this, right?
Then I ran to look at the food reserves. Look at the big hen.
After searching around, I found that this guy was guarding the wild rose plant and pecking at the leaves. He was not very active.
Li Cang smacked his lips,
“I can’t eat the old hen stewed with potatoes anymore”
Hurry up and get those worm-infested soybeans for this guy. How can he survive just by eating tree leaves? A big hen weighing more than four kilograms, don't let him starve.
After finishing all this, Li Cang rubbed his sore back out of habit.
As usual, no pain or itching, just a slight numbing sensation.
"More than 700 coins."
The area of the floating island has changed after annexing 7 fragments, and is now 37.66*38.99.
It is actually difficult for Li Cang to understand why the floating island is almost spherical, but the algorithm given by the wishing coin is length times width
But 40 meters and 20 meters do give people a completely different feeling.
When the floating island was 20*20, Li Cang saw at a glance that the surroundings were full of cliffs, unable to reach the sky or the ground;
When I turned 40*40, I suddenly felt a little formal. At least I didn’t have to worry about getting up late at night to urinate and slip on my feet and destroy myself.
After hooking back several giant floating island fragments in succession, he finally encountered a problem. There were no fragments close to him around him.
The fragment closest to Li Cang is now hundreds of meters away, and is diagonally above the floating island.
For a normal person, there is definitely no way to throw a steel hook weighing seven or eight pounds a hundred meters away, and your hand is not a sling
"Wait? Sling?!"
I now have steel bars, an angle grinder, wood, and rope. Why not try making a rough version of a trebuchet?
The structure of the catapult is actually very simple. In fact, it can be regarded as an alternative scale, except that one arm is slightly longer and the other is slightly shorter.
Just do it!
Every man is born half a carpenter, and the other half wants to be Lan Xiang and drive an excavator!
Oh, of course there are also people who want to drive Gundam and Transformers, the principle is the same
It's just that this "talent" will be turned into a teacher, doctor, scientist, astronaut, etc. by considerate parents.
When the house was demolished, there were many tattered rafters left over. Even with a small hand saw with a blade half a meter long, it was not difficult to shape the rafters into a suitable shape.
Li Cang only needs to draw a line for Brother DaZi, and Brother DaZi can handle it in three or two minutes.
But the rafters were broken, only more than 5 meters and less than 6 meters long. Li Cang was very worried that the length of this thing would not meet the requirements for range and height.
The rafters were sawn into squares with a width of 30 cm and a thickness of 20 cm, and then penetrated with 5 cm steel bars at 1.8 meters. Three sets of bearings with an inner diameter of 6 cm were welded to the steel bars and wedged directly into the square.
The steel itself does not move, but the bearings move, which is relatively effective in ensuring that the wood will not wear out too quickly.
Then, both ends of the steel bars were connected to the trebuchet chassis. The bottom of the simple triangular chassis was buried deep in the ground, and was suppressed with huge rocks on top.
The short arm of the catapult is fixed on a boulder, and the long arm is tied with a rope. The rope is then tightened by a wooden winch to raise the short arm.
When firing, the winch loosened, the short arm dropped, and a steel hook connected to the rope was thrown.
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This is of course Li Cang's confident inference, and the actual operation depends on God's face.
When he just turned on the generator to power the angle grinder and welding machine, Li Cang didn't forget to weld a bunch of hooks out.
He didn't have a battery, so the power would be wasted if he didn't maximize the use of the machine once.
Li Cang moved the steel hook with the rope hung on it and placed it at the ammunition loading area, then turned the winch to raise the short arm of the catapult.
"Hoo" is actually a bit nervous.
After all, this is the first large-scale figurine in a man’s life, so it’s very meaningful.
The wedge came out and the winch spun rapidly.
With a bang, the long arm of the sling was raised high, like a giant throwing something in his palm.
20 steel hooks that were still warm from welding collided with each other in mid-air, stretching the ropes straight, like a goddess scattering flowers.
Regardless of whether it hits or not, if the rope is long enough, it can be thrown at least 150 meters!
Li Cang's wide net was not effective, and the angle of the sling still needed to be adjusted.
About half an hour later, the angle was adjusted for the sixth time.
Nine of the 20 steel hooks hit the same small fragment, and two more fell off. The fragment was finally dragged back through a winch connected to a rope.
The distance between the fragment and the floating island is more than 120 meters, and the size is comparable to Li Cang's floating island.
Li Cang excitedly swung his bastard fist.
However, when he hooked another fragment, the prayer interface no longer prompted "Annexing", which seemed to have reached the upper limit.
But one thing is better. These fragments that are in a static state without their own "orbit" will not break free and float away like those moving wild islands. They only need to occupy a hook and can be easily dragged over and parked in Licang. around the floating island.
Before evening, Li Cang had hooked up six ultra-small fragments and came back. It can be predicted that he no longer has to be busy "fishing" recently.
Li Cang jumped on these fragments and carefully inspected them one by one, confirming that these were all fragments of the island base.
Logically speaking, before the earth exploded, they should have been rock layers more than a thousand meters underground in Yanchuan that had never seen the light of day. Of course, there were no traces of human activities and no ready-made resources.
"I'm so hungry. I really want to eat meat."
He started fussing as soon as he opened his eyes. The sun was about to set, and Li Cang hadn't eaten breakfast yet.
Last time, more than a kilogram of bacon was cut off, and the whole meal was made. In less than a week, Li Cang was as greedy as if he had swallowed a whole box of Jianweixiaoshi tablets.
"Forget it, forget it. There's only a little bit of meat left."
Li Cang began to lose his focus, staring directly at the big hens pecking in the ground.
The big hen was experienced and turned her head to give Li Cang a plump butt.
Li Cang:? ? ?
What does it mean!
Sure enough, we can’t keep this chicken.
Its thoughts are too dirty and not worthy of me!
The meat can't be moved, and neither can the chicken, but you still have to eat rice. You can live on just these calories for a day.
After thinking about it, Li Cang luxuriously picked out three eggs that he liked.
I ate 3 last time, and 3 again this time, leaving only 8 eggs.
Even if you don't eat it, it won't last for a few days when the ambient temperature regularly exceeds 35°C.
These eggs are just the babies of laying hens that have never seen a rooster in their lives. There is no need to feel distressed if they cannot hatch any chicks.
Light a fire outside, stew rice in a pot, and scramble eggs in sauce.
Although the eggs are fed with poor feed, the sauce is authentic farmhouse miso. People who don't like it say it has a strange smell, and people who like it say it has a very fragrant aroma.
The stir-fried sauce is stir-fried, and then the eggs that have been scrambled on one side are added, which is heavy in oil and flavor.
Wrap Chinese cabbage leaves with hot rice oil and egg sauce, and take a bite——
Li Cang closed his eyes with satisfaction.
"Huh, it would be great if there were steamed potatoes and eggplants with green onions, coriander, green peppers."
What's wrong with me, a dying person, asking for more?
(End of chapter)