Wooden chairs and tables were cut into suitable wooden strips and boards by a steel saw.
The Construction Master talent has awakened!
Since there were no U-shaped nails for the frame connections, they could only be nailed to the wall, and mortise and tenon joints were also needed, which was quite labor-intensive. Lin Yuan was worried about stability if wooden dowels were used for connection, so he ultimately decided to use mortise and tenon joints, sawing them piece by piece.
Fortunately, the base was quite easy to secure, with a width of 4.5.
He turned on the walkie-talkie: "Calling Wu Tian, calling Wu Tian, respond if you hear me."
"Zzzzt, Wu Tian received, is your cabin built?"
Lin Yuan gave a wry smile, "How could it be so fast? I'm just finishing the materials now and will need to order wooden strips later. How many doors have you cleared?"
"There's only the last one left, the unit next to mine. I've tidied up the others. Most of the meat had spoiled, so I threw it away. However, I found some preserved sausages and cured meat, totaling about ten pounds. I haven't weighed it yet, but we'll sort it out together after dinner."
His voice paused, then he continued, "Hold on a moment. I just used the binoculars to look downstairs. Those zombies seem to be interested in the spoiled meat I threw down earlier. However, this spoiled meat doesn't seem to attract them much; they're just shuffling towards it slowly."
Zombies eat rotten meat? Shouldn't they prefer fresh blood and flesh?
He felt a bit puzzled but didn't dwell on it too much. Perhaps the zombies had changed their dietary habits.
"Don't worry about it. The national biochemical research team will answer our questions. Later, while I'm ordering wooden strips, you help me keep an eye on the zombies' movements. Let me know if there's any problem, as the noise might be quite loud."
"Yes, I'll watch out for you here. It shouldn't be a problem. We've been so brazen on the rooftop these past couple of days and haven't been discovered by the zombies. However, it's always better to be safe than sorry. You continue with your work, I'm watching."
Turning off the walkie-talkie, Lin Yuan picked up his hammer and wooden strips, walked to the connecting passage, and began nailing along the lines he had drawn with chalk. Lin Yuan had two boxes of chalk at home that his mother used, and he never expected them to be useful.
He hammered the small nails into the wooden strips accurately, then placed them against the wall and drove the nails into the wall. The sound was indeed quite loud, but it was still within an acceptable range. The zombies downstairs stirred slightly and then stopped, as they were still affected by various other sounds. The chirping of cicadas and birdsong continued to offer a degree of protection.
The wooden strips were nailed quickly, 1.5.
Great, I'm going crazy.
Releasing the talk button, Lin Yuan started to tidy up. The leftover wood from sawing couldn't be wasted; it needed to be saved for fuel.