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Tianlong got up very early this day, and by the way helped wake Hua up.

Both of them hadn't fully opened their eyes yet, they just yawned, warmed their bodies by the fire a little bit, took the opportunity of brushing their teeth to get used to the temperature, and ran outside.

The crude sleigh was covered with a thin layer of snow, and no one had worked out what connected the planks.

When the leader asked Wu Luo for something, the witch only gave them the necessary tools, that thing called a plane, and they made some planks, but they still don't know how to connect them together. Under the huge turmoil, they will soon collapse. They have already wasted some isinglass and gum. If they want to use a large amount, they may be directly beaten to death by the leader.

It didn't take long for Xiaoku to appear in the vast white snow. He yawned big, walked forward with sleepy eyes, and sat on the edge of the sleigh without any hesitation.

"Did you see anything?" Xiaoku asked.

Hua shook his head first, and he sighed, "No, there is nothing. I don't know how Yan made it, and why there are such things that feel a little different on each piece of wood."

What they were talking about was the iron nails used to fix them, and only the round and flat nail caps remained on the wooden board. No one could see what it was, and they dared not forcibly remove it, so they had to look at it in confusion.They saw the obvious nail caps on the second morning of the sled car, but they didn't understand the function of their connection at all. This crude car seemed to be made by nature, but the cracks at the edge could show that they were put together up.

At the beginning, Long also gave a reasonable explanation: "It must have been conjured by witches, or given to us by God."

But Amber quickly told them that this was a small car made by Yan, and since it was Yan, it was made by people.

So the three cobblers who had just taken office got together and thought for several days, and they had no other purpose except to make wooden flower crowns one after another.

Brother Xiaoku vaguely felt that this smooth and cold thing was a little familiar. It felt very close to stone, not like wood, much less like bone, and not pottery.

There are two types of pottery fired in the tribe. One is pottery clay, which can be cracked into rough particles, and the layers can be clearly seen. This is the roughest pottery, and it is also the most commonly used by them. It is very easy broken.But after the fire was fired, they had another kind of pottery. Wu called that kind of pottery half-porcelain, which means that it is very close to the semi-finished product of porcelain.

Nor is it semi-ceramic.

Half-porcelain is stronger than pottery, but the output is very small, even if it is fired ten times, a bowl may not be half-porcelain, and it is impossible for half-porcelain to not get into the wood.

Is it copper?But how can there be such a small copper, and how did it get in.

When Long and Xiaoku were entangled in the connecting nails, Hua had been thinking with him for a long time, so he simply stood up and stretched his waist, turned his head and looked around, the surroundings were quiet, and the few houses were silent Standing on the ground, he was so blessed that he suddenly said, "We have always wanted to learn from Yan, but if we don't use Yan's method, we can also make this thing."

"Ah?" Long subconsciously looked at Hua, wondering, "What should I do?"

"Look." Hua pointed to the room, "Just do it."

Before Long could react, Brother Xiaoku had recovered from the material analysis in his mind, he raised his head to look at Hua, then looked at the room, he was dazed for a moment, and suddenly understood what Hua meant, That is to say, we build such a box just like we build a house.”

"Yes." Hua nodded.

When the three of them were together, a stone flew in suddenly.

After many days of tempering, everyone has already become accustomed to it from being frightened. The three of them looked at each other in blank dismay. In the end, Brother Xiaoku, as the only one with sound limbs and healthy body among the three, could only stand up lamentingly, and said helplessly, "He's coming again!" It must be coming with a lot of stones, it’s really troublesome.”

The little monster was not killed by the witch. On the contrary, the next morning, the witch let him go and even gave him a basket.

Wu said to see if he could hire this little monster.

hire.

This is another puzzling new word for tribes. Usually, they only exist in a state of peace or hostility with other tribes. In a small number of cases, there will be integration or diversion. As for employment , is simply unheard of.Brother Xiaoku has a strong comprehension ability, and he roughly understands what it means to use benefits to lure people who cannot be trusted. He vaguely remembers that the witch said a long, long paragraph, but he can't remember the details clearly.

In short, the little monster is different from the captives. He doesn't need to feed him, and he doesn't need to take care of him. He brings a basket of stones, and they give food. It's just such a transaction.

Trading is much easier to understand than hiring.

"Hey—"

Brother Xiao Ku walked over to open the door resignedly, the little monster looked like a furry snow monster today, he was still wearing the animal skin that Ulo gave him, and he was carrying a huge basket full of animals of various sizes. There were some rocks and some sand accumulated inside. Seeing that the door was opened, I tried my best to sniff and search for the little cool brother.

"Wait, you come in first."

Xiaoku couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and opened the door a little more, allowing the little monster to walk in.

At first, no one understood why the witch hired little monsters. If they needed people to pick up rocks, they could go out and pick them up, but the leader seemed to understand soon.

It's just that the leader is different from Wu, who can't explain anything, and Xiaoku actually doesn't quite understand what she is thinking.

It was so strange, it was only one winter, everything changed, what Wu said was incomprehensible, and the leader was never as patient as Wu.

But this matter has nothing to do with Brother Cool, he is too busy to stop every day, those fires, those melting stones, and those coppers have taken up most of his time, and sometimes he even wants to Stay with the leader and Chen to draw pictures, and draw the "mold" pottery.

"Here it is."

When Amber opened the door and came out, she had already prepared food in her hand, and the little monster untied the basket conveniently, and threw herself on her.

Wild beasts wandering outside are of course not as docile as domestic cubs, so they have to go to great lengths to feed themselves. There are traces of repairs in the baskets, and there are baskets full of stones every day. The food they give to little monsters is not very sufficient. , if relying on this little food alone, it is impossible for the little monster to have the strength to clean up so many stones.

The food is from the tribe. Since the sleigh cart appeared, Xiaoku and the three of them got up early, and Amber entrusted the three of them to be responsible for entertaining the little monster—he always came early, which is also very strange.

After Amber handed the "salary" (that's what the witch said) to the little monster, he began to check the stones he brought. Uro once said that a standard should be established, starting from the little monster, and also for the people in the tribe.

Everyone is not a wholesale product that comes off the assembly line. Of course, there are various differences. It is like picking fruit and carrying soil. There is always more or less. The inertia that breeds people slows down the progress of the work, not to mention that they still have captives.

It's hard to say who's inferiority is, it's just the most normal situation, people are always more greedy for comfort.

Uro has high hopes for the little monster, and intends to experiment with true knowledge from him, so he specially told Amber to strictly measure the standards, and there can be slight deviations, but he can't completely indulge himself to make decisions according to his heart.From stones to ores, the little monster soon realized that the people in the tribe would distinguish those brightly colored stones, and he would get more things, so he deliberately took more ores.

Most of those ores were used as pigments, and some of them were given to Xiaoku for experimentation. After seeing the sharpness of copper, Amber let Xiaoku go to make some new items.

She had already realized that the witches were not as eager as before to try to give everything to the tribe, but were waiting and seeing what they could do by themselves.

This time there was a rather large piece of ore, and Hu Po gave the little monster some dried salted fish. Back up, the figure gradually merged with Bai Xue, if you don't look carefully, it seems like a basket is flying past on the road.

Amber stared, thoughtful.

She remembered that she accidentally saw Yan Zai asking Mo Mo what she could see in this little monster?

Mo can't see anything, and she can't see anything either. Is there anything different about this little monster?In fact, everyone is different. There are those who are easy to grow extremely tall, and many who are good at swimming. There are also those who can perceive what the bees are expressing. On the trading day in spring, Amber has been None of them were forgotten.

That means a bigger world.

What the hell is a little monster?What did Wu and Yan see?

Amber called people to come over and pick up stones one by one. She really needs a lot of stones. Stones can have many functions. They can be used for smashing, chiseling, sharpening, and building. Her totem pole needs huge stones .

As for the ore, there is no need to say more.

But after the stones and ores, Amber thought about it, and she could let the little monsters do other things, as long as they paid a little food.

Long was picking up the stones. When he was caught to distinguish them before, he was a little resentful, and couldn't help complaining, "Wu Zhen is troublesome, why do you want us to look at each stone, he gives us a stone, and we give a piece of meat. There are so many more, good stones, big stones, colored stones..."

Amber unconsciously repeated Uro's words, "Long, we have made the distinction, so he knows exactly what we want."

Long puffed up, obviously not understanding the meaning of this sentence, but Hu Po was in a daze.

Uro's sly smile is almost still in front of his eyes, and his deep voice can even be heard standard, which can guarantee interests and fairness.

Amber looked at the gradually brightening sky, and then stretched out, it was a vast expanse of white snow.