The breeze carried the drizzle, bending the pieces of yellow miscanthus and slowly sliding to the ground along the leaf stems. Many leaves as delicate as willow leaves could not withstand the pressure of the heavy rain and hung down into the yellow mud on the ground.

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The breeze is not gentle, and its tiny size makes the not-so-heavy rain seem so pouring, trying to spread and make the newly-born wheat bow its head.

The wheat is not afraid, absorbs the moisture of the rain, prepares for the first baptism of wheat, and then grows vigorously.

The wind was not willing to give up, and brought swirling raindrops to hit everyone in the distance.

Unexpectedly, the man was also prepared. He inserted several wooden spears into the ground and used bundled rolls of hay as a roof to block its erosion.

There are twenty or thirty of these simple hay tents, in which countless dried meats and excess hay are piled. As for people, the elderly and infirm are given priority to take shelter from the rain.

And Wang Yang, a good young man who respects the elderly and loves the young, naturally stands outside and accepts the baptism of the drizzle.

In the cool breeze and the raindrops slowly sliding down his body, Wang Yang closed his eyes, opened his hands, and uttered a seven-character quatrain: "I bought a watch last year."

Yes, his rude and disrespectful language ruined the beauty.

Wang Yang muttered that he didn't want to get wet in the rain, and the poetry of water and sky was not brewed when he was drenched into a drowned rat.

Maybe ten years ago, he would have been suffering from literary illness and said: "Wushan Mountain is cold and the rocks are cold, and the dreams are vaguely sad."

But what kind of scenery have I not seen now? When I encounter something bad, I don’t say anything and just scold my mother.

Looking at the green wheat field in front of him, he finally stopped complaining and smiled. Under the moisture of the rainy season, the wheat should grow by leaps and bounds.

He turned his head and looked at the hay loft where the dried meat was stored, and smacked his lips, feeling a little dissatisfied.

It is impossible for the hay tent to be completely watertight. There will always be a few raindrops falling into the dried meat.

This is not a good sign. In this humid and hot weather, it is easy to spoil. I definitely don’t want to eat smelly meat unless I am about to starve to death.

While he was thinking, the woman pulled Wang Yang and pointed at the painting on the ground, interrupting his thoughts.

Drawn on the ground is an alpaca.

It was obvious that she was still obsessed with the mythical beasts, and they wanted to have a taste of the meat of the beasts as they had never eaten much.

Everyone laughed when they saw her idea.

They eat too much meat. Meat, isn’t it just like that, can you still eat flowers?

You can really eat flowers, but it's a pity that Wang Yang is not allowed to study diet.

He smiled slightly and shook his head.

This group of people has been slowly integrating into the tribe. Although they cannot encounter tools and other things, and they cannot learn, they must at least be able to communicate.

So after being frightened by a bunch of scarecrows, they started to try to look at the pictures.

After looking at it for a long time, I finally understood the meaning. This does not mean that they are not intelligent, but that the most basic pictures are the memories of drawing them first. Wang Yang and others have no memory as him, nor do they have the same life.

Scenes and habits.

This is different from Wulong and others. The living environment of Wulong and others is similar to that of Wang Yang and others. The pictures of their weak and weak lives in the past are the memories of Wulong and others.

But to put it bluntly, these people are not stupid. After looking at the pictures repeatedly for a long time, they finally understood it. Recently, they have also begun to learn to use pictures to express their ideas.

This was very painful for Li Si. He once again fell into the crowd of curious babies. It was miserable to draw tens of thousands of images every day, and he had to consider whether they could understand or not.

Li Si stared at Wang Yang depressedly, wanting to ask them to find Wang Yang's paintings, but he didn't dare.

Whenever this happens, Wang Yang always has to hold back a bad smile and pat him on the shoulder. There is still a long way to go.

Li Si twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling so aggrieved that he almost cried.

The expeller came over at this time and asked Wang Yang what to do with the dried meat.

He had heard from Wang Yang that the rainy season would last for several months and would be more continuous than the previous spring rains. It was really not easy to preserve food in this climate.

Wang Yang lowered his head and pondered, he was also thinking.

In the short term, there is no need to worry about this. With the rainy season, there are more and more animals and plants. If some rot, you can still get fresh food.

But in the long run, how to effectively store the collected food is a problem that must be solved sooner or later.

He walked around in the rain, and the little guy also got wet. He swung it hard, and the rain splashed on Wang Yang's face. Wang Yang stuffed a small piece of wood into it and groaned slightly.

"Wood can't be found, making wooden boxes is not easy, waterproofing is also greatly reduced, and building clay boxes is even impossible."

"What else can I use now?"

After all, a person's head belongs to one person, and sometimes it is easy to fall into dead ends, so he decided to let everyone refer to it.

The expeller suggested: "Dig a hole in the ground."

"Pa!" Wang Yang stamped out the picture and sealed the suggestion. Only a fool did this. The rainwater must have seeped into the hole.

Xiaohong suggested: "Build a super thick hay house."

"Pa!" What a mess, can't you use your imagination? Imagination!

At this time, Zhang San stood up. He had no drawing skills and his skills were not good. He pointed directly at the dozen bags of tin powder with clean and neat movements.

Wang Yang's eyes suddenly lit up, he patted Zhang San on the shoulder and kept praising: "Talent! Talent! The country needs talents like you!"

Turning his head, he said to the others: "You should learn from Zhang San and see how fast his mind works."

Before everyone could figure it out, Wang Yang ran to the animal skin bag containing tin, his eyes shining brightly.

At this time, I actually forgot that due to the special properties of tin, it was widely used in the canning industry in my previous life. Because it is non-toxic and chemically stable, it will automatically generate a tin dioxide protective film at room temperature, making it no matter whether it is

No matter whether you soak it in water or do anything else, it will not rust easily.

Not to mention that Wang Yang extracted the tin at ultra-low temperatures. This kind of tin has a higher purity than ordinary tin and is less likely to deteriorate.

If you use it to make a box, not only will it not rust, it will automatically keep fresh!

Thinking of this, Wang Yang was very excited. It seemed that the first closed can was about to be born.

But before that, there is one more thing that needs to be done, and that is the tin template, which is the most important.

If there is no wooden formwork, use natural earth formwork.

He called everyone to help him find some slightly sticky soil, preferably fine, but if that didn't work, a little gravel would do the trick.
Chapter completed!