Fang Ru picked out the cotton seeds from the cotton and put them aside, and then put the big cotton aside for later use.

Then take out a stick about one foot long, and put a big fruit on one end, so that it has a little weight.

Tear the cotton into flakes and wind them on the stick. Hold the stick in one hand and twist the cotton with the other hand. After turning the stick, the cotton gradually turns into cotton thread and winds on the stick.

Seeing the shape of a long cotton thread, Fang Ru has a little more confidence in the next thing to do, but his craftsmanship is still a bit unsatisfactory, and the cotton thread is still a bit rough.

But Fang Ru's requirements are not high, he just wants this cotton thread to pass through the needle holes of his needles.

At the beginning, Fang Ru was still a little stumbling, but from the second piece of cotton, his craftsmanship became much more proficient, more and more cotton threads were formed, and the shape was much more beautiful than at the beginning.

After winding several times, Fang Ru also stopped, these cotton threads are enough to sew cushions, among other things.

Fang Ru really doesn't have much experience in sewing clothes. He only knows one sewing method, which he learned from his mother when he used to mend clothes.

With a needle, there is also a thread. Fang Ru pulled a piece of cotton thread and threaded it into the pinhole. The pinhole was a little small, and Fang Ru made the pinhole a little bigger. Still tired.

After adjusting the pinhole to a suitable size, the thread was threaded in, a knot was tied at the end of the thread, and set aside.

Immediately afterwards, he began to cut the long-footed cloth to a suitable size. This size is determined by the size of the snails. Each sheet is about two meters long. Due to the limitation of the long-footed cloth, only two sheets can be cut. Stitch them together to make a square two meters long and wide.

Then sew up the four sides of the quadrilateral long-foot cloth, leaving only an opening for stuffing cotton.

Then turn the whole cover over, start filling the cotton evenly inside, and finally sew up the gap.

Such a large mat, if left untreated, the cotton would run around and huddle together. Fang Ru sewed the cotton-stuffed mat into a nine-square grid to fix the cotton in the specified space.

In this way, the cotton inside will not run around.The whole mat is completed, although the stitches are a little crooked and unsightly, but at least it is a success.

Fang Ru put the completed mat on the floor, retracted the abdomen and legs into the shell, and the whole snail lay sideways on the mat, and the feeling of rolling up was still very good.

In addition, it may be possible to sew a cotton quilt to use, but Fang Ru does not know how to make cotton quilts, at most he sews cotton onto the cloth.

The amount of cotton he picked is enough for their large group of snails, but it takes a bit of time to sew. It would be great if their lightning snails could have long hands!At least I can help with some manual work.

But, unfortunately, these snail cubs don't know anything except for a few skills that have already opened up space storage, and most of them are not even differentiated.

Fang Ru's sewing movement became faster and faster, and at the back, even the stitches became fine and smooth.

He never imagined that one day he would be able to practice such a skill, but it is a pity that it is useless to practice. If he really returns to the earth, his craftsmanship will be useless at all. After all, where is the sewing machine? Useful.

The mats were gradually completed one by one, and Fang Ru put them aside. There are too many brothers in the family, and so many mats have to be made. To be honest, it is quite troublesome.

Fang Ru has been busy sewing for several days.

While he was busy, the black cat appeared like a ghost again.

His appearance didn't even attract anyone's attention. Fang Ru was busy, and the surroundings were basically snail cubs sleeping in a ball because the weather was getting colder.

There are quite a few mats on the ground, and the material on them is very familiar to Black Cat, isn't it the kind of cloth he used to mat the cat's nest?

This time, Bree seemed to be stuffed with something. The black cat was a little puzzled. He walked to a mat and pressed his cat's paw on it. After releasing the paw, the sunken place swelled up again.

He clicked a few times with interest, and then the whole cat jumped onto the mat, lay down and rolled on it.

Although it is not as good as Fangru's combing, it is quite comfortable to roll.

The black cat was rolling and rubbing against the mat. Fang Ru didn't know anything about it. When he finished another mat in his hand and was about to put it back into the pile of mats, he was lying on the white mat in a ball. Obvious dark...

Fang Ru: "..." He seemed a little dazzled.

He flicked the snail's tentacles, and took a closer look.

However, he was not dazzled, the black cat was lying on the mats he had sewed before, and he could guess that more than half of those mats had been slept on by this black cat.

Don't ask him why he has such keen observation skills.

Fang Ru picked up two mats casually, and the black cat hair stained on the mats was particularly obvious. The fighting power of a depilated black cat cannot be ignored!Like now.

He checked the mats one by one, and finally found four mats that had not been stained by cat fur. At this time, Fang Ru didn't know whether to cry or laugh. This is not an easy task, even if it is washed with water, it is difficult to remove all stubborn things like cat hair.

Fang Ru looked at the black cat sleeping soundly on the mat, and comforted himself. In fact, the cat's hair is also quite effective in keeping warm, so that's it...

So, he dropped the mat in his hand and threw it into the pile of mats.

Even rough leaf snails can resist, a little cat hair is nothing, they lightning snails can control it!

After all, Fang Ru couldn't calm down, and stretched out his claws towards the black cat on the mat, and slapped it several times.

Stimulated by his movement, the black cat opened its eyes and woke up.Perhaps because he was used to Fang Ru's touch, the black cat didn't react too much, but just exchanged a glance with Fang Ru.

Fang Ru sighed inwardly, and said, "Brother Mao, if you want a mat, you can choose the one you like, why do you have to roll aside?"

The black cat tilted its head innocently and just looked at Fang Ru like this, not feeling that there was anything wrong with occupying too much of the mat.

Shouldn't these cushions all be his?

Fang Ru's blood tank is empty!

Well, you are right.

It was all my fault.

Fang Ru really had no choice but to take the black cat, and the whole snail landed on the mat upright, falling into the mood of wanting to be lazy.

At this time, outside the window is the howling wind, and the evil wind is whistling like a roaring monster.

Hearing such a voice, Fang Ru felt dazed for a moment.

Just when he was in a daze, Hongye knocked on the wooden door outside the house.

Fang Ru had no choice but to get up from the mat, teleported to the door, and opened it.

As soon as a gap was opened, the strong wind from outside squeezed in, and Fang Ru almost couldn't press the door.

The leaves of the red leaves were also rustling, and he was a little anxious: "It's too windy outside, let me go in and hide."

Fang Ru also ignored the wind outside, opened the door to let Hongye in, and then closed the door with a bang.

The wind outside was very strong, Fang Ru opened another crack in the door, and saw the bubble outside that was swaying violently with the wind, and there were some plants planted on it.

Fearing that these bubbles would float away with the wind, Fang Ru closed the door, teleported out, and quickly put all the bubbles into the space.Then teleported back to the house again and breathed a sigh of relief.

Now the plants in the bubble have grown well, if the wind really blows away, I will really feel sorry for him.

There were some traces of soil on the floor of the living room, which were the loess yellow sand brought in by the strong wind just now. Fang Ru took out some broom leaves from the space, tied them into a ball, and cleaned the sand on the floor. It's just too clean.

Hongye found a place to stand in the living room: "The wind is so strong today that my leaves are about to be blown off." After fruiting, his leaves have reached the edge of falling off, and now they can still stick to the tree , It’s all under his control. In fact, these leaves are no longer absorbing his own nutrients, and the nutrients are all provided to the fruit itself.

If it weren't for the strong wind, he wouldn't have hid in the house.

"It's really windy today, and I don't know what's going on." Fang Ru agreed very much.

Hearing the movement in the living room, Xueban jumped out of the room and explained: "It's normal for the wind to blow up. Such a strong wind means that the sea water is about to recede, and it will probably snow soon."

Fang Ru sounded a bit like the north wind was coming, and then the cooling began.

However, the sea water will recede after the wind blows?Fang Ru didn't know why, but he was used to the strange things on this island.

In the next few days, the wind was blowing outside, Fang Ru and the others did not go out in such weather.

Lightning snails need to absorb a lot of water in order to maintain mucus secretion on their bodies. Standing outside is a gust of wind and sand, which is obviously not suitable for snails to go out.

They have nested in the house for a few days, with sufficient food and water, and it is not a problem to maintain them for a period of time.

A few days later, the howling wind outside the window has stopped, and everything has returned to the tranquility of the past.

When Fang Ru opened the door, a large pile of sand and soil fell into the house along with the force of the door opening, and the outside was also buried by about ten centimeters.

Seeing the yellow sand and loess on the ground, I have to feel that the wind on the wasteland is really strong.

The wind died down, and it was time for them to go out for food.According to Xue Ban, the snow is about to fall, and the food area will gradually decrease. This period is the best time to store food.

Fang Ru is planning to go out to look for food.

After the wind stopped, the waves on the sea had returned to calm just as Xue Ban said, and the sea water that had washed ashore and submerged a part of the island receded again. Although many creatures died, some still survived The sea water ebbed and survived tenaciously.

The edge of the island is coming back to life.

On the calm sea, there were almost no traces of the strong wind a few days ago.

Several figures appeared in midair, shuttled back and forth, as if they were looking for something.

The author has something to say: Today is only this chapter...

Lao Ba plans to go to bed early today, to see if he can adjust his sleep time, and strive to complete the update sooner.

三更,总有一天会被我日的,待老八养精蓄锐,再向它挑战!感谢在2020-04-1502:20:36~2020-04-1600:09:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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