I'm not a wild eater

"After filtering the soil, throw it under the bed and put something under the bed. It's out of sight."

Muqing took a closer look at the basket and felt more and more that the workmanship was not good enough.

[The anchor's obsessive-compulsive disorder is worse than mine. 】

[No problem, it’s very beautiful and detailed, the kind you will definitely buy if you see it in the market. 】

【Brother Mu, do you want a basket?If you don’t want to, I’ll take it away hahahahaha. 】

【Um?Why is this way wrong? 】

[This is a craftsman, and our standard of looking at things is different. 】

"Well, I'm going to take them to the river and try them now."

"If it's not enough to make it up like this, I can only use a unique technique."

There are still olives burning in the long bamboo tube. After experiencing the incident of frying bamboo tubes, Mu Qing will be more cautious every time he leaves the camp.

Pull out a few large logs from the fire and put them aside to let the fire decrease slightly, leaving only some small flames and charcoal fire to continue burning.

Take the newly woven bamboo basket, take everything you need, and go down the hillside to the river.

"Without a basin, I had to find something else to hold the filtered mud."

"There are a few banana trees that haven't grown up on the opposite side. The core is not edible, and the banana leaves are also a good thing."

"Water levels are rising, it's a really balding thing."

Muqing put his things away, took off his trousers and hung them on a branch beside him, and crossed the river with water.

Cut off seven or eight large banana leaves, and walked back holding the water.

When passing through the middle of the river, a gust of wind blew.

The wide and overlapping plantain leaves greatly increased the resistance of the airflow, and Muqing swayed while blowing, and almost sat down in the river.

Mu Qing could only tightly hold onto the banana leaf, struggling to maintain his balance.

"Unexpectedly, a strong man of 1.8 meters like me would also have the opportunity to feel the word 'fragile'."

"The wind was so strong in the afternoon that the whole forest was rustling. Could it be raining?"

Taking a look at the sky, Mu Qing became a little worried.

When I was making mud here in the morning, the sun was shining brightly, and the sun was still very scorching.

This will be much gentler.

It's not yet three o'clock in the afternoon, which is the time when the sun is at its peak.

After the sediment is filtered out, the excess water needs to be removed. There is no wide vegetation on the embankment, and the daily sun exposure time is ideal.

Muqing's original idea was to pave a big pit with cobblestones, put banana leaves overlapping on the bottom, and then put his coat on top to make a temporary big basin.

The filtered mud is left to dry in this big basin, and it can be used in a day or two.

And all this under the premise of ideal weather.

If it rains, one rain can wash away Mu Qing's hard work.

Looking at the pile of bamboo tubes on the ground, Mu Qing was caught in a dilemma.

【Um?Why are you stuck again? 】

[No, the river is still flowing and the wind is still blowing. 】

[Why is Brother Mu not moving?out of battery? 】

[Pfft, out of power is too much, is it malfunctioning? 】

【Obviously, Brother Mu is doubting his life. If it rains, the mud will be in vain. 】

[It doesn’t necessarily rain. It’s not uncommon for there to be thunder but no rain. 】

"Hey, this is the real survival."

"You can never calculate that there will be any unexpected situation. Many things will not go according to your expectations."

"In this case, blind optimism is the most useless, and everything must be prepared for the worst."

"Overcome difficulties, strive to survive, and start working!"

【Ah, this familiar smell. 】

[Smell, really fragrant. 】

[It's started, it's started, and it's starting to reason again. 】

Muqing smiled helplessly, and planned out a place by the river according to the plan.

Move the pebbles out of the way and make a circle around the edge.

The banana leaves brought back are cut into two pieces and laid alternately on top of each other.

After taking off the coat, Mu Qing stopped the movement of his hands, hung the coat aside, took off the t-shirt inside and spread it on the banana leaves.

If it rains, the temperature will drop several degrees. A short-sleeved T-shirt is obviously not as warm as a long-sleeved jacket.

After paving, Muqing put the woven basket on and took out a bamboo tube soaked in mud.

Use a wooden stick to stir a few times, and pour the mud with soil into the basket.

Lift the basket and shake it gently.

Seeing the sand separated from the bamboo basket, Mu Qing smiled happily.

"Look, such fine sand is blocked."

"The filtering effect of this bamboo basket is better than I imagined. Of course, the speed is much slower than I imagined."

After each filter, rinse the sand in the basket with water.

Otherwise, the filtering speed will become slower as you go to the back, and some sand and soil will be mixed into muddy water by the water flow.

This is also an important reason why Muqing chose to do this action on the river bank.

After washing the basket with river water, Muqing picked up the second bamboo tube to continue filtering.