After bringing back the firewood, the survivors all gathered in the courtyard, and it was ti to inspect Lei Tong’s results.
As the head chef, Wei Yang was invited next to the stove, and Lei Tong began explaining the demonstration steps and precautions to her.
First, deliver the firewood to the edge of the trench.
Then, ignite the firewood.
Finally, push the burning pile of wood through the trench to directly underneath the chimney.
This is how the Yukon stove is used, very simple and convenient.
As for adding fuel during cooking, it can be done by opening the top hole and tossing firewood down.
The advantage of this thod is that the burning leaves no ashes and requires no extra cleaning.
After the explanation, Wei Yang personally tried it and quickly mastered the technique.
The other "trench stove" is even simpler; just lay the firewood and ignite it.
The observing survivors, curious as they were, greatly praised Lei Tong’s masterpiece. No one expected that rely relying on a few broken stones and rotten soil, one could create a stove comparable to modern cooking appliances. Everyone also admired Wei Yang’s adaptability, after all, young won like Wei Yang, who can endure hardship and persevere, are rare these days.
After carefully watching Wei Yang’s practical operation, Tang Xiaoquan frowned and spoke up: "Hey~ Lei, don’t you think it’s necessary to add a rain shelter to the stove? You see, placing it outdoors like this ensures enough oxygen, but in case of rain or snow, it might affect the cooking, right?"
What Tang Xiaoquan said made a lot of sense, but his true intention wasn’t the impact on the fire. He was mostly concerned about Wei Yang being exposed to the elents outside, especially with winter coming. He didn’t want his beloved woman to catch a cold while cooking.
Of course, Lei Tong couldn’t know about this, but Tang Xiaoquan’s suggestion did catch his attention, and he imdiately agreed: "Xiao Tang, you’re right, I didn’t quite consider that point! Alright, Brother Hu, let’s head to the forest later and gather so wood. I’ll build a rain shelter for the stove."
No sooner said than done, Hu Xiaodong nodded in agreent and then called the brothers to carry the freshly gathered firewood inside.
Because firewood must be kept dry, it absolutely cannot be casually left outdoors.
After transporting the firewood, Hu Xiaodong imdiately returned to the mountain forest with Lei Tong and the others.
Considering the weight of this task, the survivors particularly drove the city managent truck out to haul the felled trees.
Upon entering the mountain, Hu Xiaodong and Lei Tong each led a team, respectively heading towards a towering tree that had been planned.
Since there was only one chainsaw, Lei Tong naturally handed it to Hu Xiaodong’s team, who had little experience with cutting trees.
He himself, along with a group of warriors, began chopping with axes.
Hu Xiaodong signaled Dazhuang to start the chainsaw, and with the piercing "buzzing" sound of the chainsaw’s movent, the tree-cutting operation officially began.
Modern tools certainly have their advantages; in the blink of an eye, the "trembling" chainsaw cut open a gap in the tree’s bark amidst flying splinters, and the crack visibly grew inward, quite swiftly.
On the contrary, the warriors acted much slower on the other side, but even so, their chopping speed was much faster than ordinary people.
Perhaps feeling that chainsaw cutting was too dull, Wang Qiang walked over to Lei Tong and the others, who were shouting.
Seeing Wang Qiang co over, Hua Biao greeted him.
Wang Qiang approached curiously, watched for a while, then grinned and said to Lei Tong swinging the axe: "Hehe, Lei, you look worn out from all the yelling, how about..."
"What? Want to give it a try?"
"What? Can’t I?" Seeing the teasing look in Lei Tong’s eyes, Wang Qiang pouted in displeasure.
Intent on provoking Wang Qiang, Lei Tong winked at Hua Biao, who imdiately understood: "Ah, it’s not that you can’t, it’s just that we worry you might not manage!"
Hearing this, Wang Qiang wasn’t having it and indignantly retorted with a finger pointed at his chest: "This job? I can’t do it? Haha, don’t joke around, co on, hand the axe, let Brother Qiang show you a trick or two."
Stifling the urge to laugh, Lei Tong solemnly handed the axe to Wang Qiang, earnestly saying, "Are you sure you can? This thing isn’t easy to chop."
"Enough! Quit the fuss! You all better step aside so my splinters don’t hit you!"
Having said that, Wang Qiang dramatically spat in his palms, then picked up the axe and swung it as if facing a formidable foe.
To be fair, his swinging posture looked quite convincing.
After targeting his position, Wang Qiang fiercely swung the axe at the tree bark.
"Pff!" My goodness, what an "earth-shattering" swing, but Wang Qiang was dumbfounded the instant he struck.
Why? Because not only did his axe miss the target, but the tree didn’t budge a bit, rely the surface bark got scratched a little.
In response, the observing warriors all smiled: "I say, Qiangzi, were you tickling the tree bark just now?"
Face red with embarrassnt, Wang Qiang was upset and puzzled; watching the warriors chop looked effortless and rhythmic, so why, when it was his turn...
No, he slipped, the previous one must have been a slip.
So...
"What’s everyone buzzing about, I’ve never used this axe before, just a pure accident earlier, slipped, you understand? Watch this?"
With a slight twist of his body, Wang Qiang swung the axe with both hands like a baseball bat.
The result...
Gazing at the spots where bark was still only scratched on the trunk, Wang Qiang was completely speechless.
At this point, Lei Tong felt the joke had gone far enough, he stepped forward, took the axe from Wang Qiang’s hand, carefully demonstrated it once more, then handed it back to Wang Qiang for another try.
This ti, ard with the real technique, Wang Qiang was indeed different from before, hitting the target with almost every swing.
Feeling proud, he couldn’t help but sing loudly: "Facing thousands of waves with pride, blood like the light of a blazing sun, courage as if forged from iron, bones like diamonds..."
"Oh, co on! Qiangzi, could you stop screeching, your voice will lure mother wolves here!"
Listening to Wenquan Xin’s teasing not far off, Wang Qiang was not willing to back down, tilting his head in defiance: "No way, if there were mother wolves in this forest, I’d stomp them and make stew to drink!!
However, just as Wang Qiang assured himself there were no wolves in the mountains, a faint rustling sound suddenly erged from deep within the forest. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit qidian to cast recomndation and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian for reading.)
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