I'm not a wild eater

"So fast?"

"Uh-huh."

"Don't you go to the bamboo forest first?"

"Come back and go to the bamboo forest. We can stay in the bamboo forest for ten or eight days, and then come back here to prepare to go back."

"Okay, then let's get ready and leave early tomorrow."

"Let's go early, can you get up?" Yan Shu squinted at Mu Qing.

Mu Qing straightened his back, took out the alarm clock from the pile of wood under the bed, set it to [-]:[-] in the morning, and put it beside the pillow.

【Ah, I said why I haven't seen the alarm clock for a long time. 】

[I thought I was put in the backpack by Master Mu, but I never expected it]

【This alarm clock might be worth tens of thousands, Lord Mu, you just throw it away like this. 】

【Master Mu is too lazy to put on a show right now. 】

[This is too much. 】

【Mu Ye: You can make money while lying down, why should I get up? 】

"With such a big posture, I'm afraid that you will turn off the alarm clock tomorrow, turn over and go back to sleep."

"Let me call you." Yan Shu joked with a smile.

Mu Qing was embarrassed.

It's not like this hasn't been done.

"Then what shall we do today?"

Mu Qing looked around in the camp.

Take the bottom and body of the barrel out.

The pine resin applied has dried out, and it seems that the degree of firmness is not enough.

"It's just such a bucket. It's been more than ten days since you said you wanted to do it."

"Should I finish it today?" Yan Shu couldn't help complaining.

"It might work."

Mu Qing smiled and took out a bamboo tube and handed it to Yan Shu, there was still some rosin in it.

Yan Shu took it, and tacitly blew up the fire in the stove to melt the solidified turpentine.

Muqing surrounded the bamboo, and put the main body of the bucket on the table.

Take out the shaped, round bottom of the bucket.

Put it in from above and adjust it slowly.

click.

Mu Qing bit by bit, constantly adjusting the round wooden piece that is the bottom of the bucket.

Finally, the wood chips are perfectly snapped into the previously thinned positions.

In terms of shape, I don't know whether it should be made of bamboo or wood, and the bucket has been completed.

"Is the resin ready?" Muqing asked loudly.

"It's already started to melt, we have to wait a bit."

After waiting for a while, Yan Shu came over with a bamboo tube.

Muqing turned the bucket upside down, and carefully brushed off all the remaining resin with a palm hair brush.

Do your best not to have any gaps.

Put the finished bucket on the table to dry.

Muqing planed out two more bamboos, made them into bamboo strips, and continued to perfect them with the large disc weaved earlier.

【Huh?Is this thing still useful? 】

[I don’t understand, I always thought this was used as a measuring tool. 】

【Is not it? 】

【Looking at Master Mu like this, I feel like weaving bamboo baskets. 】

[Anyway, the bottom is done, so it would be nice to weave a bamboo basket. 】

[This bucket is ready?Okay ah? 】

[I feel a little overwhelmed, just a little bit of turpentine, will it really not collapse when filled with water? 】

"Master Mu, this bucket is fine? Is it really not leaking?"

Yan Shu looked sideways.

I can't tell what's wrong, but I just feel that this bucket can really hold water, so there may be some problems with its practicality.

"Of course not."

"We didn't collect enough pine resin, and the bamboo wasn't thick enough to hold the underlying wood firmly."

"It's okay to make a small bucket or ladle, but it's definitely not good for such a big one. It will collapse after a few hits."

"I didn't realize the problem until I got it to the back."

The bamboo pieces in Muqing's hand flipped up and down, re-weaving the large round bamboo plate that was sparsely woven into a dense and tight one.

"Huh? That's not a waste of effort."

"However, it should be okay to keep it for other things, right?"

"Oh, I didn't expect our pastor to have a time of Waterloo?"

Yan Shu sighed at Muqing.

Full of a look of gloating.