One afternoon.

The two of them competed with the vines.

Before sunset, Shen Rong weaved three fish baskets with soft vines. Two rattan curtains, dustpans, rattan baskets, etc. were each woven. The remaining vines were torn apart and put aside to dry. Waiting for tomorrow.

time, continue.

Changxia rubbed the torn thin vines and made gestures on her feet.

"Changxia——" Shen Rong shouted softly to express his inquiry.

Chang Xia said: "I wonder if we can weave the thin rattan into straw sandals. No, they should be rattan sandals."

The beast tribe has thick skin and thick flesh, and is not particular about it.

Males often walk barefoot for hunting, while females will wrap themselves in animal skins. Changxia is not used to it, so he tried drilling two holes in the animal skin and tying it with straw rope to make simple animal skin sandals.

Straw rope is too brittle and easy to break.

The thin vine in front of her was torn into thin strips by Shen Rong. Changxia carefully rubbed it and it felt like a thick hemp rope, so she had an idea.
Chapter completed!