Life on a deserted island with a beautiful president

"Xiaohu, I apologize for what I said just now. I'm really sorry, because I might be too nervous about Chaoyan's affairs. I don't want anything to happen to Chaoyan at all." The school girl's tone was full of fear It's guilt, as he spoke, his eyes turned red, and tears filled his eye sockets in the next second. Her tears kept flowing down like rows of pearls, and slid directly down his face.

In fact, Zhao Hu wouldn't blame him at all. If he had been himself, he would have tried his best to protect his best friend, for fear that something might happen to him.

"Li Ningke, you can just rest assured that Chaoyan will be fine, after all he can survive such a serious injury in front of him, this Fa Shao is nothing at all, Chaoyan will definitely survive, You have to trust him." Seeing Li Ningke crying so sadly, Zhao Hu felt a little pity.

"Yes, you must believe what Xiaohu said, and you must also believe that Chaoyan will be able to survive."

Zhao Hu felt that Li Ningke was too weak.

He must take the responsibility of protecting them, because he simply cannot let these women down.

Now the most important point is how to find warm water.

Zhao Hu has been trying to find a way to heat the water into warm water.

It would be great if there is a pot at this time, so that the water can be heated.

Suddenly Zhao Hu thought that although he didn't have a ready-made pot, he could make one himself.

It wasn't particularly difficult to make a pot, and his desperate emotions suddenly became agitated, and he was ready to act after thinking about it.

In today's society, these pots are made of ceramics.

However, these ceramics are made by firing clay.

Zhao Hu ignored the surprised gazes of the others, and ran outside directly, and then came to the trap he had just dug.

Because he had dug a lot of traps just now, so a lot of soil was placed outside, and the soil was very fresh.

Zhao Hu picked up some soil and checked it, and found that the soil was too loose and not sticky at all.

If Zhao Hu were to use this soil to make it, it would definitely not be successful after high temperature heating.

Zhao Hu checked a few more places, and found that the soil was not suitable for making ceramics at all.

These dirts are not sticky at all, so the absence of clay means they simply can't do it.

Now Zhao Hu's heart, which was originally very excited, suddenly became depressed again, like boiling blood, which was very cold after being poured by cold water.

Zhao Hu suddenly looked at the big stone beside him. He found this stone when he was digging a hole. It was originally dented. The stone was used by Zhao Hu to sharpen the blade and became even more sunken.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

There is no clay though, so why not use this stone for the pot?
Because this stone looks relatively hard, but what makes people feel strange is that this stone is extremely light, which is unbelievably light.

"By the way, this can be used as a pot."

Zhao Hu yelled, with excitement in his eyes.

"Xiaohu, did you say that there is a pot? Are you telling the truth?" Ming Ningning and Li Ningke were quite disappointed when they heard Zhao Hu shouting so, and their expressions immediately changed.

The two women quickly walked over from the side. Seeing Zhao Hu's happy expression, Zhao Hu had been using the military shovel in his hand to polish the sunken stone.

Seeing Zhao Hu's actions, they understood what Zhao Hu said, what is going on?

It turned out that Zhao Hu wanted to polish this stone into a pot.

In this way, the problem they didn't know how to solve was solved so easily. The two women were very excited after seeing it.

Seeing such a scene, Li Ningke almost danced with excitement. He was so happy that he couldn't help kissing Zhao Hu.

Zhao Hu sharpened the knife quickly, because its speed was too fast, metal and stone rubbed out, and sparks sprayed everywhere.

"Little Tiger, open your mouth and I'll eat a wild fruit for you, so you can replenish your energy."

"Look at you, you're so tired that you're sweating, and I'll wipe it off for you."

These two women have always been by Zhao Hu's side to encourage Zhao Hu, and have taken good care of Zhao Hu.

Seeing their performance, Zhao Hu really worked hard to polish this stone.

He thought that no matter how hard the stone was, he had to grind it into a pot.

After a long time, Zhao Hu made a stone pot.

Zhao Hu really couldn't believe his eyes, because he found that the pot was simply too ugly, so ugly that it didn't look like a pot at all.

But Li Ningke and Ming Ningning are so happy, he thinks that as long as he is a pot, it doesn't matter what he looks like.

The most important thing is that it can be used to heat water.

Because the stone is still relatively light, Zhao Hu smoothly ground it into a relatively large depression in the middle, so that it can form a small pot.

It can probably hold a part of water, about three liters.

"Don't wander around here, wait for me here, I'll go to the nearby place to clean this pot, then fill it with water and come back." Zhao Hu couldn't mention how happy he was right now.

With this stone pot, they can heat the water into hot water to wipe Chaoyan's body, and they can also boil some hot water for Chaoyan to drink, which is very useful for Chaoyan's sick body . "

"Xiaohu, or I'll go with you, it's really dangerous outside." Ming Ningning hesitated for a while, and finally said this sentence, because he was afraid of too many dangers outside.

"No, I can do it by myself. You guys have to stay here because it's relatively safe here. I'll be back soon. By the way, hand me that piece of cloth quickly, and I'll go too." Wash it." Zhao Hu refused his request.

Because this is near the forest swamp, there is a small stream very close to them, and it takes about half an hour to go back and forth.

After explaining everything, Zhao Hu went out with the stone pot, and took away the military shovel he often used.

Because it was something he had always defended himself, and he couldn't leave it.

Although the creek is small, the water in the stream looks very clear and can be drunk completely.

After Zhao Hu washed all the cloth and stone pot, he jumped into the stream to wash himself.

He stretched out his hand to take a look, and found that his hand had thick calluses and blisters, because he had polished the stone too hard at the beginning, so he didn't pay attention at all, but now he felt a burning pain.