In the days of surviving in the fairy forest

The backpack that Rick instructed to weave was quickly sent to the tree hole by the green caterpillars.

In addition to two backpacks, one big and one small, the green caterpillars also sent seven or eight wide and strong nets, as well as an extremely sharp long silk thread.

Rick tentatively touched the silk thread with his paw, but without any force, the tip of the paw immediately spattered blood.He exclaimed: "This is the most powerful caterpillar silk I have ever seen! Who vomited it, it's amazing!"

The green caterpillars looked at each other, and one of them hesitated: "This is the caterpillar silk made by the most powerful green caterpillar. We did him a little favor before, so he gave the silk to us. We keep it It's not very useful, so I give it to you, teacher."

"The most powerful green caterpillar?" Rick was startled, and exchanged glances with Ali, "It can't be the guy who loves to eat meat! Will he know that I keep his green caterpillar?"

Ali was even more exaggerated, pulling her ears with her two claws, and turning around in a circle: "Oh my god, it turned out to be the silk of that fat caterpillar? I will have nightmares at night!"

The green caterpillars: "..."

For some reason, their expressions were a little subtle.

Although the words were exaggerated, Rick still took the roll of worm silk, and together with Ali, Jane put it in the innermost layer of the stone box.

This kind of thing is the most powerful weapon if it is used skillfully. Even though he is afraid of the strength of the fat caterpillar, there is no reason to give up eating it because of choking.

At that time, the sun was shining, and birds were singing everywhere in the forest. Rick and Ali had just returned from the trap they had set up, and they still had a newly caught two-legged rabbit in their mouths.After sending the green caterpillar away, Rick threw the prey into the tree hole, patted his paws, eager to try:

"Let's burn clay pots today!"

On the small soil slope not far from the tree hole, Rick has already dug a hole as a kiln, and there are more than a dozen earthen pots of various shapes and sizes in it, which are exactly what he and the squirrels have been working overtime in recent days results.

There was no firewood in the kiln, only a slightly larger vent was left. Rick carefully sealed the jars, then took a step back, took a deep breath, and exhaled hot flames.

The flames fell to the ground and turned into small flame balls.

Before the lively flame balls had time to jump around, they were pinched by the fox and squirrel with their claws and thrown into the interlayer of the kiln.

"It's done!" Rick shook his ears happily, "The extremely high temperature flames on these grain reserves are simply the best magic weapon for burning ceramics!"

After kneading the mud, he changed several ways to make pottery, but no matter whether he fired it with a flame, gathered a pile of firewood or used both methods, he could not reach the temperature and time required for pottery.When he was in desperation, he suddenly thought of the summoned food reserve obtained in the volcanic forest, so he decided to try this method.

The temperature of the flames on the food reserves is no less than that of the magma in the volcanic forest, and it is more than enough to burn pottery.

After setting up the flame group, considering the powerful lethality of the scorching heat in the forest, and the repeatedly blocked pottery manufacturing plan, Rick did not leave, but squatted not far from the kiln, and glanced at the inside of the kiln from time to time. Case.

Before the kiln was fired, three gourd baboons sent by the gourd baboon king, who heard the news that Rick and Ali had returned to the forest, came with a large bag of baboons each.

"The grapes in the mountain grape grove are all picked, and we are busy saving food for the winter recently," the gourd baboon scratched the back of his head, not understanding what Rick was doing in the pit, but since the military officer said he couldn't leave, he obediently Sit on the side and accompany, "Tomorrow the whole family will go out to hunt."

"This winter should be very good," another gourd baboon sighed with a smile, "I saw the food that the king put in the caves in the back mountain. Five caves are full of raisins and bacon!"

"Wow! There are so many!" The other two gourd baboons were amazed. They tilted their heads and thought about how long the food in the five caves would last, and then grinned silly again.

"Remember not to show off everywhere," Rick Tuochi listened, first opened his eyes enviously, and then reminded, "If there are those beasts with ulterior motives, it will be very dangerous if they join forces to snatch the mountain grape forest in winter." .”

Ali nodded: "Yes! Since Rick set the trap, there have been more hyenas roaming around here, so you should be careful!"

The three gourd baboons nodded quickly.

They chatted with Rick and Ali for a while, and passed on the gourd baboon king's instructions about the coming of winter. They didn't swing branches to the mountain grape forest until the sun was setting.

Rick and Ali waved goodbye to them, and put the bacon they brought back into the tree hole and put it away. Seeing that the originally spacious tree hole is now crowded, only the rabbit blanket can lie down, happy and happy Sighed sadly.

The firing of pottery takes a day and a night, so Rick had to dig a small earth pit beside the kiln, and the two squirrels took turns to guard the night until noon the next day. It was estimated that there should be enough time before the four flame balls were taken out of the kiln. Fished out of the furnace.

The flames huddled together in aggrieved form, probably because they hadn't been exposed to the magma for a long time, so they couldn't even jump.

Rick hurriedly took them back.

He carefully lifted the clay-filled kiln and looked at the clay pots inside. The squirrel hurried over, stretched out its claws, and carefully flicked the surface of the clay pot.

Because no firewood was used, there was no trace of smoke and fire in the kiln, and dozens of pottery stood safely on the ground without any damage.I don't know if it's because the flame balls are piled up in the kiln, or because the clay that Rick found is different in texture. The pots in the middle are all black like ink dye, while the pots on the side are more natural, and they were knocked by the squirrel's paw. , making a crisp sound.

"Maybe it's because the temperature is too high. These pottery seem to be porcelain," Rick said with satisfaction. Although he regretted that he couldn't find the soil and materials for making porcelain, he was destined not to be able to make real porcelain. Porcelain pottery is already the best kind he expected, "This one is simply perfect!"

The squirrel nodded in agreement, looked around the pottery in the kiln, and couldn't bear to look directly: "...It would be better if it looked better."

Rick: "..."

He looked at the various clay pots and jars made by himself and the squirrel into weird shapes, opened his mouth, and couldn't think of anything to argue with, so he scratched Mao's head embarrassingly, and said to him from left to right: "Have you ever had chicken soup? Today I will cook chicken soup for you!"

A fox and a mouse worked together to transport the pots out of the kiln one by one.The clay pots they made this time are all small in size, with their tails circled and their claws held. The image is a bit funny, but fortunately they didn't break the pots.

Rick bit a bucket-shaped clay pot with a specially made handle, ran to a small river not far away to collect water, worked back and forth for a long time, cleaned all the clay pots, and placed them in front of the tree hole to dry .

"This is our cup, that is a bowl, that is a jug for holding water, that is a pot for cooking," Rick pointed to the squirrel one by one, "and that one, the entrance is very small and there are a lot of them. hole and a hook, that is a small house for green caterpillars."

"House?" Ali was shocked.

"Of course," Rick said confidently, "Don't look ugly now, it will look better after I add wooden windows, wooden doors and a wooden protective shell outside!"

While they were talking, they had already washed the clay pots used for cooking and filled them with fresh water from the river.Rick took a handful of dry twigs and put them under it, and the flame ball fell in the middle, and the pyre ignited.

Put in the processed ptarmigan meat, and then throw in a few sour fruits, mushrooms and chestnuts. Ali even wanted to pour in a little of the preserved honey, but Rick quickly stopped it.

After a while, the air was full of fresh fragrance, and a pot of delicious chicken soup was ready.

A layer of oily chicken soup with a golden color floated up, blowing it away with his mouth, and underneath it was a milky white mellow soup. Ali couldn't wait for Rick to extinguish the firewood, and plunged into it, happily gurgling.

Rick patted his forehead amusedly, picked up the squirrel with his paws, carried it to the edge of the clay pot and sat down, scooped a spoonful of chicken soup with a ceramic spoon, put it into a small ceramic bowl, and handed it to the squirrel: "Eat slowly, even if it is With fire resistance, you can't turn chicken soup into squirrel soup."

While talking, he also filled a large bowl for himself. Rick held the bowl in his paws, raised his neck and dried it, wiped his mouth, and smacked his mouth.

"It's delicious!" he exclaimed.

They were happily drinking soup when they suddenly heard a thin voice behind them: "Well, may I have a taste?"

The voice seemed familiar.Rick and Ali turned their heads, and they really saw the little caterpillar who bravely offered to lead the Thunderbird for them.

Both Ali and Rick have a good impression of this caterpillar.He is affectionate and righteous, and will risk his life to lure Thunderbird for the safety of his companions. He also loves to learn, and he can even ask for advice on how to weave insect silk nets.Compared with the rest of the companions who were arrested and could watch the show while eating leaves, it was obvious that there was too much to pick.

"Of course!" Rick held up the caterpillar with his claws, put it on the tip of his tail, and carefully moved closer to the clay pot.Without a pottery bowl, he found a clean banana leaf, folded it into a square shape, poured chicken soup into it, and added a small fruit on purpose.

In the Fairy Forest, not all animals can only eat diets within their race. Squirrels love rabbit meat, foxes also like sweet fruits, and green caterpillars eat some meat, which is nothing more than normal.

Fat caterpillar couldn't wait to lower his head and take a sip of the chicken soup, his peas eyes narrowed into a straight line, moved by the delicious taste, hundreds of fluffy legs danced together.Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the half steamed chicken left in the pot, then looked at the fox and squirrel, regretfully giving up the obvious thing of revealing his identity after eating a pot, the fat caterpillar licked the banana leaf with special care leftover chicken broth.

The bushes not far away moved, and four or five hyenas bared their teeth, peeping at them maliciously.

The fat caterpillar looked over keenly.A nearly transparent silk thread shot out from its mouth, soundlessly, cutting off the branch next to the ear of the leading hyena.

The hyena was startled, and quickly backed away, the sound of tree branches falling and footsteps clattering.Rick immediately assumed an attacking posture, swept his tail, and protected the green caterpillar and squirrel behind him, his mouth was full of flames, and his eyes were looking at the sound.

The hyenas stared at him in fear and fear, whimpering continuously in their throats, and in the blink of an eye, they fled quickly with their tails between their legs.

Rick was dumbfounded.

Touching his face with his paws, touching his ears, and looking at himself several times, Rick was full of doubts about life: "...Is my deterrent power so strong? Can it scare hyenas away?"

He thought there was a tough battle to be fought just now!

The squirrel didn't understand either, and jumped up to the fox to make gestures, trying to find out exactly what Rick did to scare away the always bold hyena.

The fat caterpillar lay silently on the fox's tail, while they were distracted from chatting, weaved a few silk threads into a small cloth bag quickly, quietly scooped a bag of soup from the pot and poured it into the banana leaf, then buried her head and continued Suck and suck hard.