I'm not a wild eater

Repeat several times, and with the help of the gravity of the bamboo itself, knock the joint of the bamboo deeper.

"I didn't expect this job to be quite costly."

Carefully putting the knocked bamboo aside, Mu Qing thumped his lower back.

After dragging the other two and continuing to strengthen them, place them on the ground, pull the long bamboos that have been strengthened before and put them together.

Grabbing one in one hand, he squeezed both hands into the middle vigorously.

After the four bamboos were connected to form a super long bamboo, Mu Qing dragged the last single bamboo, placed it at the end for comparison, and cut off more than half of it.

"Just to bring the water to the entrance of the camp, this bamboo doesn't need to be so long."

He put half of the chopped bamboo in, and knocked it in with the back of the machete.

"You're done, a pure natural water pipe without warranty is complete."

Roll the long bamboo into the ditch, put one foot on the top of the ditch, and put the bamboo on the foot.

The ten centimeters of soil near the creek that was left before the stick was used, and some were dug forward to pile the soil on the ground.

In the end, there were two or three centimeters left. I poked it a few times with the pointed end of a wooden stick, and a stream of water flowed from the gap.

Go straight to the dug ditch.

Mu Qing arched his body, grabbed the bamboo on his feet, and put it on the notch.

The stream naturally flows into the bamboo tube and follows the bamboo all the way to the camp.

After moving a stone to hold down the bamboo, Mu Qing trotted back to the side of the camp to check the situation of water diversion.

A gurgling stream came out, and after flowing out of the bamboo tube, it went down the mountain along the sewer dug by Muqing, and finally disappeared in the grass.

"The location on the side of the creek is good, and the water flow is quite strong. Even if there is silt in the stream later, it should be washed out and not blocked in the water pipe."

"Haha, I have running water! This camp really looks more and more like a home."

Muqing smiled, took the pots and bowls on the table and washed them clean.

Filled half a pot of water and put it on the stove, and a fire was raised underneath.

"Um"

"It feels so good to be able to get water at your fingertips and burn it with your fingertips."

"A few of my mineral water bottles are very worn out. I will wash and dry them later, and I can put them away when I don't go out."

"Haha, happy."

Muqing stretched his arms over his head, and happily swung them from side to side a few times.

Stepping on brisk steps to the stream.

【Haha, I feel very happy too. 】

[Life is getting more and more convenient. 】

[After the instant noodle bowl, the mineral water bottle has also entered a state of off-duty. 】

[Not to mention I forgot, where did the instant noodle bowl go? 】

【It's under the bed. After I got the bamboo bowl, I don't use it anymore. 】

[I feel that the usage rate of water bottles will still be quite high, and it will be useful for going to leeward slopes and bamboo forests. 】

"It's good for this big rock to press here. I'll deal with it later. I'll bury the back part first."

Muqing picked up the short stick, pushed the soil piled on one side into the ditch with the flat end, trampled the soil with his feet, and then pushed some in and stepped on it.

"I have tried my best to trample the soil as hard as possible, but the soil is freshly turned after all. If it rains these days, it is likely to be washed away by the rain."

"I store the rest of the soil here, maybe it will be used in the future."

As Mu Qing said, he collected all the soil left over after burying the bamboos, and piled them up on the inner side of the hillside and stepped on them firmly.

Then continue to bury a section of bamboo.

Halfway through the landfill work, water mist kept rising in the direction of the camp and dissipated in mid-air.

Mu Qing put down the short stick in his hand, returned to the edge of the camp and washed his hands.

Put the clay pot on the table with a bamboo clip, pour half a cup of boiling water into the bamboo cup, and throw in some mint picked in the morning.

"Except for unprocessed bitter vegetables, there is no food that is particularly suitable for making soup today."

"Roasted pig's trotters and cassava, both of which are dry are almost meaningless."

"I don't know what the pork leg soup will taste like after being smoked and sun-dried. Let's try it."

Mu Qing stood in front of the shelter and took a look, then extended his magic claw to the pig's leg.

Cut it into several sections, put it in the pot, put it on the stove and continue cooking.

Pork is delicious no matter how it is cooked, but the effect of doing so is at best that the soup is not tasty.

Now you can get water at your fingertips, it is nothing to Muqing to waste a little soup.

[There is an ominous premonition, is No. [-] Dark Cuisine already on the way? 】

[It should be fine, Master Mu's pork leg was only roasted and dried, no other seasonings were added. 】

【Master Mu: You are a pork leg. 】

[Number two?What is No. [-] Dark Cuisine? 】

[Eat when you eat, and you have to mix dry and thin. 】

[Ahem, in front, you can eat when you eat, can you not talk about the combination of dry and thin. 】

【Um? e? 】

After arranging the pork leg soup, Muqing walked back and continued to complete the rest of the pipe-burying work.

Carry the pile of weeds gathered in the morning and walk back to the stream, and remove the stones that are pressing on the water pipe.

"If too much soil is buried at the joint of the water pipe, the soil will be brought into the water pipe when there is more water flow in this area."

"Just now I just pressed it with a stone, but now it looks pretty good."