I'm not a wild eater

Mu Qing wiped his mouth with his fingers, and said with a smirk.

"Hmph, just be arrogant, when you cry."

Yan Shu turned around and replied harshly.

Pour the boiled water in the small clay pot into two cups, wash it again, and take the water to boil water for drinking.

"Shu, let me teach you a trick to speak harsh words?"

Yan Shu ignored him.

"When you speak harsh words, it's useless to speak harshly, the main thing is to focus on your eyes."

"Keep your eyes fixed on each other, with a fierce look in your eyes, and the most important thing is not to blush!"

After Mu Qing finished speaking seriously, he resisted the urge to laugh out loud.

Pick up the needle and thread on the bed and continue knitting.

At this time, even if you hold back your internal injuries, you can't laugh.

Otherwise, it is possible to be beaten internally.

Yan Shu secretly pursed his lips and smiled, adding more firewood to the stove.

After getting the firewood, he went to the pottery kiln again and asked Mu Qing, "What about this stove?"

"Um"

Muqing hesitated for a moment. "Let's deal with it, it's quite annoying to leave it alone, it's not difficult to do, just do it when you need it in the future."

"Then I smashed it?" Yan Shu confirmed again.

"Well, let's smash it." Mu Qing nodded and said.

Yan Shu went to the camp, found a suitable piece of wood, and beat hard on the burnt pottery kiln.

There were bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang bangs.

Accompanied by Yan Shu's voice of "Hey! Ha! Yaya!", it sounds a bit weird.

Mu Qing peeked at it for a while, and couldn't help but suspect that Yan Shu took that pottery kiln as his own.

They beat and smashed, smashed and pried, and occasionally kicked a few times.

It took Yan Shu a lot of effort to destroy the entire pottery kiln.

"My God, it's much harder to dismantle this than to build it up." Yan Shu shook his hands, picked up a knocked-off mud clod and threw it down the mountain.

"Eh"

"What's wrong?" Yan Shu turned around and asked.

"It's nothing, forget it."

"Weird." Yan Shu muttered, and continued to throw it down.

Mu Qing originally wanted Yan Shu not to throw it away, and piled it aside so that it might be used in the future.

After thinking about it, it seems that there is really no place to use it.

After disposing of all the pottery kilns, there was a large hard pit on the ground where the soil layer was burned.

Yan Shu played around in it for a while, took a wooden stick and began to clean off the hard soil on the surface, and threw it all out.

Go out with the basket and dig under the wall of vines.

【Why?What is Master Shu doing? 】

[Dig the soil, isn't this obvious? 】

[It's as if no one has seen it, the key is what to do with the digging. 】

[It should be filling the pit. The soil dug out of the pit is taken up to make a pottery kiln and then smashed, so we can only dig other soil to fill it up. 】

[It's good to keep that hole, you can decorate it. 】

[There is a basket for storing things, and if you don’t fill it up and pay attention, you will trip people up. 】

【Even if Lord Shu doesn't fill it in, Lord Mu will fill it in. 】

Yan Shu dug a basket of soil, poured it into the big pit, and stepped on it.

I dug another basket when I went out, sprinkled some water after stepping on it, then dug a little dry soil to spread it, and stepped on it firmly with my feet.

It's all done, it's getting late.

Yan Shu picked up the big pot and set it on the stove to start cooking.

I took a piece of meat from the front of the shelter, chopped it up for later use, went to the dustpan outside the door, and brought back a large handful of shredded cassava.

When the water is ready, put the meat and shredded cassava into it and cook.

"Ready to eat."

When the shredded cassava was cooked soft, Yan Shu shouted.

"Okay, it will be ready soon, the last piece is already finishing."

"Huh?! So fast?"

Yan Shu came forward to look in surprise.

If this is done for her, even if it can be done, it will take midnight.

"Okay, take a look."

After finishing the last stitch, Muqing pulled out the wooden needle, tied the knot, and pulled off the excess.

There is still a small part of the coiled thread left.

In front of Muqing, there were six neatly woven plantain cloths.

"Wow, isn't this too particular?" Yan Shu picked up a piece and touched it.

I'm a bit reluctant to use it as an aunt's towel.

"After weaving, it is still a little rough, but fortunately, the touch is good."