Due to the situation, Xia Weiwei was so stupid that she didn't even have a strong face.

Now, she listened to the coaxing words of Hei Shi, but she was so awkward when she heard them.

Although the words are words to coax people, the heart to coax her is sincere.

"I understand." Turning his head, Xia Weiwei smiled sincerely: "Then I'll wait for Prince Black Stone."

She also thought that the mother and daughter would give up and accompany her to have sex, but she didn't want the child to be so sensible. For a moment, Qingmei was a little stunned.

"Grandma Qingmei." Xia Weiwei, who couldn't get rid of it, could only speak: "You have to put out the fire."

"Oh." Qingmei nodded.

Just nodded.

Stay still.

Xia Weiwei was speechless.

"I'll do it." He was tactful, and Black Stone turned around to put out the fire.

From beginning to end, Qingmei never asked Xia Weiwei what she was doing. Even Heishi didn't say anything, and she didn't ask again.

As she went in, she listened to Xia Weiwei and Heishi complain about the strangeness of the soil, and listened to the two of them having one mud brick on the left.

Qingmei thought that what Xia Weiwei wanted to do was mud bricks, and what she didn't want her to know was mud bricks. No matter how curious or want to know, she didn't ask. Xia Weiwei and Hei Shi both thought that they had told Qingmei about this, but they never thought that they had never mentioned each other to Qingmei.

After that, whenever she talked about progress, she saw Qingmei’s face of constipation. Over time, both of them stopped asking her.

On this day, the ninth day of exchanging work with the tribe, and the eighth day of studying mud bricks.

The progress of mud bricks is still zero, but the experiment of saponin and cooked taro ended perfectly.

Not only was saponin refined, the refined saponin is quite toxic. The subjects who had been stuffed with it can't last long. The test items poisoned by fish soaked with saponin are not as harmful to the secondary damage caused by the directly poisoned experimental subjects.

If debugged properly, they can use it to hunt.

"A Que, we are not a fish, we need to try it a few more times."

"Well, I'll find a way to catch swans when I have the chance in the future, catch more small animals and continue to experiment."

Speaking of swans, Black Stone's eyes lit up. When he heard the sentence afterwards, he almost gave it to Xia Weiwei.

He wanted to complain, but after a change of thought, he thought this vision was wonderful.

"Let's think about catching swans slowly. The most important thing now is to make acres!"

“···You can’t let me ignore it at this time?”

This adobe brick made the two of them die.

That mud is like not wanting to make a house.

No matter how you do it, it's wrong.

She was almost crazy.

"Or what if you want to use red paste mud?" Hei Shi asked in a test.

The hardness of the red paste mud is good after air-drying and will not crack. Even if it is not fired, it is a good building material. If it is fired into ceramic tiles, it will be better.

A house built with ceramic tiles can be lived in for two lifetimes, not to mention a lifetime.

But red paste mud is not available everywhere.

"I'm thinking of a solution. If it really doesn't work, use red paste mud!"

The house, in this comfortable winter, must be built so that she can settle herself as soon as possible when she migrates next year.

She believes that under any circumstances, only by first settling down can one improve one's life.

"I won't bother you today. After eating, you can go there!"

The suggestion of red paste mud was basically adopted. Xia Weiwei asked for rest, so Heishi would naturally not object. His patience and confidence were indeed wiped out.

After packing up the things, the two of them worked together to warm the fish soup.

After eating, one went back to the tribe to practice kneading, and the other went to collect dried fish.

Heishi said that Xia Weiwei would have to rest early today, so Grandpa Kezi took the opportunity to find him.

Unfortunately, I waited in the tent and waited for no one.

"Is there something wrong with the dried fish?"

"No way?"

But if he collects dried fish, he should have collected any dried fish in the time he has been waiting for.

Grandpa Kezi became a little worried and hurriedly found him.

"Didn't it mean to collect fish?"

Didn't you mean to have a rest?

Facing Xia Weiwei digging the soil, Grandpa Kezi couldn't describe it.

In the past, he never thought that any child was lazy. Now, except for the one in front of him, he felt that every family was lazy.

Grandpa Kezi knew that Xia Weiwei was fiddling with the earthen bricks, and he would ask Xia Weiwei about the progress every day. Naturally, he knew that Xia Weiwei and Heishi were almost driven crazy by the mud.

Seeing Xia Weiwei digging the red soil on the mountain buns, she couldn't help but sigh: "Do you really think it's a problem with the soil?"

"···It's mostly a problem with the soil!" I didn't want to admit it, but this was indeed my own negligence.

After wiping sweat, Xia Weiwei explained: "The grass swamp is basically flooded with water, and the upper layer of soil is basically silt. There are too many impurities in the mud and too delicate. It is not only easy to crack after drying and solidifying, but it is easy to stick and collapse after contacting the water. The most important thing is that it is still smelly!"

She smelled the unique smell of mud every day, and she was confused. If she didn't come to collect dried fish today, if she accidentally dropped the dried fish into the deep pit dug out by men who helped clear the thorns, she saw a relatively pure soil layer. Even if she thought it was a problem with mud, she couldn't remember what the problem was.

Not to mention that there is still trouble, but there will definitely be many detours to build a house in the future.

Too urgent to know whether this red clay can be made into acre bricks, Xia Weiwei quickly stuffed the wooden stick in her hand to Grandpa Kezi: "Grandpa Kezi, please help me dig it, I'll get water and get things."

He held the wooden stick in a daze and watched Xia Weiwei go away. It took him a long time before Grandpa Ke Zi came back to his senses and digged the soil.

The house is also a big problem, and he still hopes to solve the problem of adobe bricks.

Grandpa Kezi said he would go for a while, but he didn't see anyone until the evening break, and everyone was a little nervous.

When Xunmu shouted that today's exercise was over, everyone rushed inside.

When the popular Li Zi told everyone that not only Xia Weiwei had never been back, but even Grandpa Kezi never returned, everyone was not calm.

"What? A Que hasn't come back, but Grandpa Kezi hasn't come back after he went?"

"What's going on? Nothing happened, right?"

"Nothing should have happened. If something happens, Uncle Kezi will definitely notify us first."

"Yes, if something happens, Uncle Kezi will notify us."

Everyone trusts the safety factor on the grass swamp very much, and if something happens to an old fox like Grandpa Kezi, he will not be able to find everyone as soon as possible.

Since something cannot happen to the child, the problem is mostly due to the problem brought by Grandpa Kezi. Naturally, everyone imagined it in one direction.

"Is A Que unwilling to teach us how to organize?"

"What nonsense?" Qingmei scolded in a deep voice, not giving everyone too many opportunities to talk: "If she wants to teach the Hong Li Sister, what are you lying on?"

But in seven or eight days, Hong Li made a fortune for everyone. Now, every family of the tribe has used straw mats.

Now, she is doing a quilt cover.

Can straw mats, covers and quilts and straw coats be of the same nature?
Chapter completed!