However, my hands became red and swollen due to long-term friction, and the skin was even rubbed off in some places, while some places had slight blisters.
Wang Bo frowned and threw away the branch, shook his hands to relieve the pain, and then looked at the wood.
At this point, a small black dot could be seen on the wood with the naked eye. It was the final result of Wang Bo's drilling for more than ten minutes.
'The wood does have obvious signs of burning due to the increase in temperature, but why are there no sparks?'
Wang Bo frowned and muttered to himself, but he couldn't figure it out.
After a while, Wang Bo decided to try again, and this time he called a few helpers.
You may not succeed alone, but Wang Bo doesn't believe that the result will be the same if he works with a group of people!
However, a dozen minutes later...
Seven or eight students from Class 9 looked at the branches in their hands and the wood in front of them and fell into confusion...
Is it that there is something wrong with their technique, or is the method of rubbing two sticks together to make fire unreliable?
But looking at the extremely obvious burnt black spots, they instinctively felt that rubbing two sticks together to make fire was still effective.
Then, the only problem left is your own? !
At this moment, they were completely in deep self-doubt...
Are we, the young people of the new century, worse than the savages of ancient times? ? ?
They found themselves unable to accept...
"Damn it! Let's do it again! This time, we're all drilling the same piece of wood together. I don't believe that quantitative change will lead to qualitative change!"
Wang Bo shouted loudly and once again clenched his branch and aimed it at the wood.
But this time he still wrapped his palm with a layer of canvas.
There is no other way. Drilling wood to make fire is too laborious...
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