Savage Fortune Little Landlord

Chapter 10 Discovering Clay
Intellectually, Xia Weiwei knows how difficult it is for human beings to survive in this world, and understands how barren people's minds are under the limitation of knowledge.

But after seeing Ah Da's insidiousness, she had an ironic thought that she couldn't come up with a more efficient fishing method when she wanted to clean up people at that time in the world.

Then, before realizing that there is no absolute answer to the matter, these ignorant primitive people will only have incomprehension to her, and will never give birth to any tolerance. When she lets it go, she doesn't want to waste any extra saliva.

Going along the water bank, after staying away from Ada's sight, Xia Weiwei put down the fish basket, pulled the reed leaves and twisted three straw ropes with a length of 20 meters. After the fish basket was fastened and fixed, she Just throw it hard.

"..."

"!!!"

Kind of embarrassing!

Xia Weiwei was speechless for a while looking at the fish basket that fell into the water's shore within three meters.

Just now, in order to prevent the fish basket from going nowhere, she purposely fixed the other end of the straw rope, and was even more afraid of pulling up the wooden stake nailed into the wet soil by the water with too much force and stepping on the grass rope with both feet.

As a result, let alone more than ten meters, several meters are still in the front position.

Xia Weiwei's gaze followed the underwater slope downhill, and then turned back when she saw a school of small fish swimming among the aquatic plants one meter away.

"...the traps in the short video are all dug on the shore."

The traps dug on the shore can catch fish, not to mention the fish baskets that are three meters deep into the water.

Not feeling that there would be any good results if she dragged the fish basket out again, Xia Weiwei found a step for herself in a disguised form, and then, she picked up another fish basket and walked eastward for four or five meters, and then she pulled another fish basket with all her might. It's thrown out.

"!!!"

Compared with the first one, the entry position of this basket is closer to the shore, so close that it took Xia Weiwei a lot of time to suppress the idea of ​​dragging it out and throwing it again, and after these two times, it was not easy. Good experience, she no longer shakes the third basket hard, but gently puts it into the water and pushes hard.

Because of the buoyancy of the water, Yin Xia pushed hard slightly, and when the fish reel sank to the bottom, the distance from the shore was a little more than the previous two fish reels thrown out with great effort.

Looking at the fish basket eight or nine meters away that was basically covered by aquatic plants, Xia Weiwei decisively pulled up the other two fish baskets, and then pushed them into the water in the same way.

After the three fish baskets landed in relatively satisfactory positions, Xia Weiwei digs on the shore next to the waterline.

"what!"

This mud is so sticky and delicate!

Xia Weiwei, who subconsciously rubbed the red paste in her hand, didn't dare to think deeply.

However, her movements were faster than her thoughts, and the next second she took another swipe, and then again and again.

Xia Weiwei became restless when he discovered that there was red paste mud half a meter below the silt layer that could not be penetrated to the bottom. He hastily dug out seven holes with a diameter of half a meter and a depth of about one meter. After the trap with a wide and narrow horn-shaped connection, she hurriedly threw lotus root mud balls into it, and then pulled fresh water plants to cover it.

Xia Weiwei picked taro leaves and reed leaves in a panic. After rubbing out a few straw ropes of different lengths, he used taro leaves to wrap two balls of red paste mud, one big and one small, and tied them tightly. A large lump of mud was wrapped around the rope.

Big back, small hug, you can take a lot home with you.

The idea is really good, but when Xia Weiwei did these things, she didn't think of her severely shrunk body now.

So, when she turned her back and pulled the two straps to her shoulders, she realized that the grass rope was tied too long, and after finally adjusting the back rope, she almost died of depression.

It was too heavy, the mud ball was too heavy, and it took a lot of effort to stand up while carrying it.

Xia Weiwei, who was bent deeply under the weight of the mud ball, was speechless looking at the little mud ball that was still waiting for her to hug, and in such a short time, the straw rope on her shoulders hurt her shoulders.

Resolutely gave up the small mud ball, and grabbed the grass rope at the shoulder blade with both hands. Just like that, she climbed up the slope on the bank with difficulty, and headed towards the direction of the tent.

Xia Weiwei, who also only saw the pottery craft in a small video, did not have any confidence in herself. After returning to the tent, she mixed the mud ball step by step, and after confirming that the whole ball of mud did not have any lumps, she did this. After fetching some water, I picked up a small ball of mud and kneaded it.

There are no professional tools and no professional knowledge. She thinks that kneading, pulling, and panning are the most suitable pottery making techniques for her that she has "seen".

She thinks that this method of kneading clay into long strips and then coiling it into shape is the most suitable for her. After all, she has experience in making pills.

As the saying goes, every row is like a mountain, Xia Weiwei quickly discovered the true meaning of this sentence, and sooner, she found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't rub the mud strips to a similar thickness.

Xia Weiwei only took up half of the words "ingenuity and ingenuity". Even though she knew it well, the mud ball could not reveal any magic in her hands.

Fortunately, the plate is only for plasticity, and after the shape is formed, the excess soil can be removed.

After pinching and scraping for a long time, Xia Weiwei felt her neck was about to break when she finally felt it was okay.

She raised her head, moved her lower cervical spine, shoulders, and shook her arms. She murmured to comfort herself: "A good start is half the battle." She buried her head and continued.

In one go, Xia Weiwei squeezed two barrels with a diameter of thirty and a height of forty with pointed mouth and ears, one of a pot with a diameter of thirty and a height of forty with a small mouth and ears, and then five twenty centimeters, five Ten centimeter bowls with a depth of about ten centimeters, two handleless spoons, one large and one small, and three small spoons.

The corners of Xia Weiwei's mouth twitched involuntarily as his eyes slid over the mud one by one.

"Ha ha···"

She is also capable.

Thinking in her heart whether it will be successful or not, she will know in a few days, Xia Weiwei goes to the tent and washes her hands, pulling grass.

After covering the mud with hay, Xia Weiwei picked up two knots of lotus root, and while eating, she rushed to the location where the long-stem grass was in memory.

She doesn't like to lie, since she said that she will return the grass stalks borrowed in the morning at night, so this afternoon, she has to pick long-stem grass.

Based on her memory, Xia Weiwei found a long-stem grass forest more than 2000 meters away. Although she knew it well, she was still a little surprised when she saw the giant star grass with a height of three meters.

"This leaf looks too much like sugar cane!" If she didn't have those memories, she would definitely mistook it when she saw it.

With a sigh of emotion, Xia Weiwei held her head, covered her face, and got into the grass forest with ease, and arrived at the pickable position after missing bundles of grass stems that had already been collected.

On this grass swamp, the women's job is to collect grass stems. Every day, they must complete a certain amount of shares. After that, whether to continue collecting or rest depends on the individual's own wishes.

This year, due to "her" problem, not only the workload of the men has increased, but the workload of the women has also increased, so that they basically have no extra energy to continue after completing their daily quota.

That's because my heart is burning every day, regardless of men and women, I feel so resentful every time I see 'her'.

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