Shaking his head, dispelling the unexpected thoughts that came to his mind, Xia Weiwei began to collect them with a familiarity.

The original owner has nearly three years of experience in collecting grass stems. Logically, Xia Weiwei should have no room for comment when it comes to collecting grass stems.

But after collecting it step by step for a while, she couldn't help but complain: "This is collecting grass stems, not strawberries, you need to be so careful and slight?!"

There was no more leaves to peel the leaves that tightly wrapped around the grass stems, and there was no slow going up from the root. After Xia Weiwei broke a long-stalk grass directly, she estimated the position of insufficient sugar, and then broke it off, then took the dead leaves and pulled it.

During this pull, she pulled off the undulating leaves and kept them directly without pulling them off.

A grass stem was easily processed. Xia Weiwei did not turn her back and threw it on the pile of grass stems that had been processed, but ate it directly.

"Sla,Sla..."

Using teeth and skillfulness, the white and tender grass heart was peeled out in just a few strokes.

Looking at the leaves scattered on the grass, Xia couldn't help but raise her head.

‘What do these people think?’

It will not affect the taste, nor will it affect the peeling speed. Why is it so meticulous?!

Suddenly, Xia Weiwei was so wise that she quickly solved the grass stem and then devoted herself to the collection work.

Because it was too sloppy, Xia Weiwei only took one-third of the time for women to collect the share that women could collect throughout the day.

After collecting, binding, picking up twenty of them, they are better in their selection. Looking at the sweeter grass stems, she carefully cleaned the uncleaned leaves, and then carried the grass stems that were ready to take them back and drilled out of the grass forest.

There is no place above this grass marsh that is more windproof than deep in the grass forest.

In order to slow down the volatility of moisture in grass stems, the collected grass stems will be left deep in the grass forest.

Every morning, men would come over and take away the portions they consume in the morning and evening of the day, and at noon, they would not have the habit of eating food.

Involuntarily, Xia Weiwei admired herself again.

Otherwise, she would not even have to eat lunch if she had left her tribe.

I was secretly grateful to myself. Seeing that it was getting late, Xia Weiwei unconsciously speeded up.

"Hey! I haven't come back yet!"

Xia Weiwei, who returned to the tent, saw that there was no one yet, and looked southwest unexpectedly.

Usually, men would finish work half an hour before the sun sets, and then use the last residual heat of the sun to increase the body temperature. The boys used this time to transfer the fish caught on that day into the fish pond around the tent.

When the sun sets and the women stop working, they will kill and divide the fish together.

I thought to myself that it was a coincidence that the boys were turning back to the water. Xia Weiwei hurriedly dropped the grass stem and headed for the nearest hill.

When she came back, Xia Weiwei brought back a large bundle of dead branches and leaves.

Her eyes couldn't help but look at the southwest again. After thinking for a while, she picked up the diamond wood fire-making kit specially left by Aoki.

The night opened and the lonely fire ignited.

Sitting alone in front of the fire, Xia Weiwei slowly ate long-stemmed grass and roasted lotus roots.

When the unique fragrance of lotus roots came, all the ten grass stems she placed beside her had already dried up.

Another lump of grass was tied up and added to the fire. Xia Weiwei waited patiently for a while before pulling out all the lotus roots.

"Hiss, hot, so hot, huh~ huh~"

He picked up a lotus root and exclaimed and patted the dust covering the lotus root's skin and charred. After trying it, he found that the skin could not be torn off at all and then sent it directly into his mouth.

"Huh~"

While blowing, Xia bit her slightly, and while being scalded, the sourness that surged in her heart was temporarily suppressed.

Speaking of which, she shouldn't have eaten such hot things, and after eating two fish meals and lotus roots in succession, she didn't feel so anxious.

However, for some reason, at this moment, she actually felt a sense of loneliness that she had never felt before, which made her nose sore and her eyes astringent.

The cooked lotus root with a slightly burnt and bitter taste, soft and glutinous but extremely rough texture did not make Xia Weiwei feel much more comfortable. However, when she finished eating this lotus root, she made the decision to put out the fire and go to the water to take a look.

In a crowded place, she will at least not feel this sense of irresistible and uncontrollable loneliness.

Standing up, Xia Weiwei planned to pick taro leaves and scoop water to put out the fire, but at the moment she stood up, a thought flashed across her mind.

After looking at the fire, Xia Weiwei did not rush to pick taro leaves and scoop water, but turned into the tent to take out one of the two buckets.

Half a day passed, the surface of the mud was dry, and it felt extremely smooth.

She looked around for a while without letting go. After confirming that there were no cracks, she quickly pulled the fire and put the pot in it. After that, handfuls of hay were added and bundles of grass were stuffed into it.

Originally, Xia Weiwei thought that after boiling, the ordinary soil and water would become a hard shell, and they all have the function of temporarily holding items.

This adobe can be used after quickly removing moisture.

In this way, she can fill the water before burning the fire next time and prepare it, so she doesn't have to rush to fetch water after using the fire, let alone be afraid of any problems when burning.

Naturally, when she estimated that the moisture had almost gone, she decisively stopped adding fuel.

Seeing the flames gradually weaken and the flames on the dead branches slowly extinguished, Xia Weiwei picked up two short wooden sticks and pulled them away.

Then, a hand that was too hard to slide, and the wooden stick in his hand bounced heavily on the mud.

"despair"

“·······”

‘This is definitely not a sound that the adobe can make!’ In my heart, thoughts flashed, and Xia Weiwei was stunned.

Although the sound was not like any pottery she had heard of, and the crispness of the porcelain collided, the muffled sound showed that the mud had undergone a qualitative change in the rapid burning process she had just carried out.

Really, when she raised that idea, she really only had the idea of ​​trying it out without losing it, and during this entire firing process, she did not raise any thoughts she shouldn't have.

Unexpectedly, is it because she is too lucky, or does it take so long to fire ceramics? How long does it take to cook? Is it just a marketing method for the producer?

I really don’t think I’m lucky enough, nor do I think craftsmen will use such an easy process to fight counterfeiting as a gimmick. Xia Weiwei moved her wrist and hit the wooden stick on the pot.

The dull sound of "click" remains the same.

"Click" another "Click, click, click..."

The sound came one after another, and each sound was after his own deliberate action. Xia Weiwei really couldn't fool herself with the excuse of hearing it wrong.

Finally, she dropped the stick, searched left and right, and then picked up two balls of hay.

With a hay pad on her hands, she quickly raised the pot to the fire.
Chapter completed!