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Looking at the position where the bamboo was placed before, Mu Qing was a little worried.
There is only one bamboo and some leftovers, even if it is cut in half, it will not be enough for the framework of the roof.
It must be too late to cut bamboo today.
"No, the roof must be done today."
Chapter 47
Mu Qing put on his backpack, picked up a long vine that was used to tie things up from the ground, and walked up the hillside.
"There's not enough bamboo. Now I'm going to move back the wood that was cut and left on the hillside."
"Fortunately, there have been a lot of things these two days, so I didn't drag them back and chop them for firewood."
"Otherwise, we really wouldn't be able to make a roof today."
After finishing a roof frame, six pieces of wood were needed, and Muqing dragged back ten pieces of wood that were closer to the camp.
Then split the remaining bamboo in half, just enough to make twelve.
Muqing took out a thin bamboo strip, measured the lengths required for the slopes on both sides, and chopped it with a machete.
Then, after sorting by steep slope and gentle slope, they are divided into two parts and stacked on the bed.
Fixing the frames doesn't require much skill, you just need to calculate the distance between them.
Mu Qing's movements were very fast, and in less than half an hour, the frame of the entire roof was ready.
With a hook of both hands, Mu Qing sat down on the main beam of the roof.
Step on the frame on both sides with your feet.
"Okay, it's very strong, and it's fine to hang some thatch."
[Be careful, don't fall off. 】
[If the main beam breaks, the scene will be uncontrollably embarrassing. 】
[It's not just embarrassment, I probably gave up on the spot and went home. 】
[Don't worry, according to Brother Mu's mental capacity, he will never give up and go home. 】
[Yes, he can only talk about one night's truth, which means we want to give up canceling the level. 】
[Chicken soup for the soul, pour one pot and another pot. 】
Mu Qing jumped down from the beam, patting the bamboo powder in his hand.
I glanced at the time of the live broadcast.
"It's almost six o'clock, and it will be dark in an hour at most."
"I don't have lighting equipment and have to get the roof done before dark."
Muqing picked up the short-lived tree rope that had been twisted in the morning, and connected the three end to end to form a long one.
Then string the thatched grass that was bundled into small bundles together, pick it up and shake it, and it is another thin and dense grass skirt.
"I want to string all the thatch like this, and then stack them on top of each other like a mille-feuille cake."
"The thatch should be stacked densely, so that the waterproof effect will be good."
"Finally, they need to be pressed down with bamboo strips, so that even if it rains heavily, they will not be washed down."
Muqing showed the stringed thatch.
Squatting on the edge of the thatch, he quickly strung other thatch.
In half an hour, all the thatch was strung together.
Mu Qing threw the thatch onto the roof frame on the left, and then put his whole body on the beams.
Take thatch from the left and spread it on the roof on the right.
After paving, Muqing took out the long bamboo strips that had been prepared before, and pressed them on the thatch.
When the bamboo strips for binding things were used up, vines were pulled from the side to fix the long bamboo strips and the frame together.
After finishing the right side, Mu Qing piled the remaining thatch to the right side, and began to lay the roof on the left side.
Mu Qing moved very quickly, and finally finished paving the entire roof before the sky completely darkened.
"Woohoo, it's as safe as a mountain without wind and rain, and it can shelter the poor people in the world with joy."
Looking at the shelter that was finally completed, Muqing raised his arms and called out.
I felt that I suddenly had a resonance with the poet saint.
The need for a safe place to live is equally strong no matter in which age or under what circumstances.
[August autumn high wind howls, rolls the three layers of grass on my house. 】
[Mao Fei crosses the river and sprinkles on the outskirts of the river, the taller hangs on the top of the long forest, and the lower one floats around Shentangao. 】
[There is nothing to do at the bedside and house leaks, and the rain has not stopped like hemp. 】
【For the first time this time, why is it so miserable. 】
[The ones in front, you are enough! (cover face and laugh)]
[Congratulations to Brother Mu for his success, hahahaha. 】
[Don't care about this side?It's leaky. 】
"In a very hot place, what are you afraid of if there is a little wind?"
"Because of the climate, it rains heavily here at once, and it is rare for strong winds to blow the rain down obliquely."
"So I don't care about these aspects, and I will improve it later when I really have free time."
Muqing jumped out of the bed, spread out the remaining thatch on the bed, and spread the sleeping bag on it to make sheets.
Then he walked to the tree on one side, took the two strings of wild persimmons hanging, and hung a string on the other side.
The golden-orange-red persimmon immediately adds a touch of warm color to the shelter.
"If you can add two bunches of red peppers and some dried corn, it will feel even better."