I'm not a wild eater

【What can I do? Of course I want to kiss you, I want to tease you, I want to!】

【Hahahaha, judging by Master Shu's expression, he really didn't react. 】

[Shu Ye is really, the straight steel daughter of Tie Zhengzheng. 】

[I was attacked yesterday, and Master Shu's reaction was also straightforward. 】

[Master Mu, come on!Take Master Shu down before you go back. 】

【Master Mu: Before going back?Who do you look down on? 】

"Master Mu, you know how to make a stove here."

Yan Shu's voice came from under the tree house.

Mu Qing sighed, shook his head helplessly, and went down the ladder.

Yan Shu had already taken the clay pot out of the basket and cleaned out the hay inside.

Pour a bottle of water into it and put it on the stove top.

He quickly pulled a bundle of firewood, untied it, and rubbed the flint to make a fire.

Mu Qing opened the lid of the pool, and found that it was full of water, some fallen leaves flowed in through the water pipe, and had already rotted inside, and there were also some small bugs, soaking in a beautiful bath inside.

"Xiao Shu, you are in charge of lunch, and I will take care of this pool."

"no problem."

I stood aside and thought about it.

There seems to be no better way than scooping out the water bit by bit.

Muqing took the machete and went to the forest to chop down an old bamboo.

Cut off a [-]-[-] cm long bamboo tube, and use wood to pierce the middle bamboo joint.

Cut two notches on the top, pass through a vine, and come back with a bamboo tube.

"You look like a bucket drawing water from a well."

Yan Shu went to get the meat from the basket, just happened to see Mu Qing who was carrying the bamboo tube, and said involuntarily.

Mu Qing was taken aback.

After a while, he raised his mouth and laughed.

"You reminded me, I can make a big bucket out of it."

"In this way, fresh water can be better stored when it rains, and it is easy to deal with it if it breaks."

"Why didn't I think of it before? If there are too many things, the reaction will slow down." Mu Qing slapped his forehead, and suddenly came to inspiration.

"Make buckets? How?"

Yan Shu felt that he had been shown again.

Weaving things out of bamboo is fine, but making buckets is not so easy, you just need to know how to weave bamboo.

How can I say otherwise, fetching water from a bamboo basket is in vain.

"I already know how to do it, but it will take some time."

"I still have to clear the water out of the pool first, dry the surface of the pool, and then make a bucket of the right size to put it in."

Chapter 190 My Head Hurts

"You are the worst person. Every time I ask you how to do it, you don't tell me what to do." Yan Shu scolded.

"This is a bit complicated to say, but you will know when you do it."

Muqing put the bamboo tube into the pool and swung it around.

The bamboo tube filled with water entered the water and sank to the bottom of the pool. Muqing pulled it up and poured water out while holding the bamboo tube.

After repeating it twice, I felt that this was a waste of time.

Find a slender log from the firewood pile and fasten it to the bamboo with vines.

Using wood to control the bamboo tube, scooped up water and poured it out.

Yan Shu looked at Muqing, hesitant to speak several times.

"Want to say it but don't say it, it's not like Master Shu's style." Mu Qing noticed it and joked with a smile.

"Pfft."

Yan Shu couldn't help laughing, and walked over to watch Muqing work.

"What do you want to say?" Mu Qing asked again.

"I was thinking just now that this bamboo tube is strung together with vines, much like a bucket that draws water into a well, and after being fixed with wood, it looks like the one that draws wine from a wine tank."

"That's it? What can't be said about this?" Mu Qing was puzzled.

"I'm afraid I'll say it, and you'll make another drink-making thing as soon as you slap your head."

"With a wine maker, you can make a wine tank as soon as you slap your head."

"We already have winemakers and wine tanks. How can we do without wine? You decide to make wine as soon as you slap your head."

"Rice is needed for wine making, so you're just scratching your head at this kind of rice." After speaking, Yan Shu looked at Muqing very seriously.

Muqing: ""

【Master Mu: I feel a pain in my forehead. 】

[Hahahaha, it really hurts to shoot like this. 】

[I'm dying of laughter, how did Lord Shu manage to not laugh. 】

【Seeing Master Shu's expression, she really doubts that Master Mu would do this. 】

【After all, Master Shu just mentioned a bucket, and Master Mu is ready to make it. 】

[A look of confidence. 】

【What should I do with this bucket?No matter how dense the bamboo slices are, there will be gaps between them, and there is no sealant. 】