Xia Weiwei didn't know what Qingmei said to everyone, and she didn't guess what Qingmei thought after she said.

On the way, she broke a few fresh branches, and when she arrived at the water, she lit the fire and cooked the oil residue and started scraping it.

It is difficult to sharpen dry wooden sticks, and the wet wooden sticks do not affect her operation.

Naturally, she chose to do it herself without asking for help.

I didn't know if I could use a tag to make it, Xia Weiwei stopped after cutting out two wooden tags one after another. At this time, the water in the pot boiled and the lotus root slices were overwhelmed.

The lotus root was just past Xinxia Weiwei. When the lotus root was ripe and soft, she was already full.

Seeing that there were not many lotus root slices left, Xia Weiwei took the pot aside and planned to finish the rest before going in later.

Have a full meal today, eat some oil residue tomorrow morning and eat two raw lotus roots, so you don’t have to waste time cooking.

Without distraction, Xia Weiwei sorted out the soft velvet grass. After she put the not-too-neat grass leaves into bundles, she started rubbing them.

The soft velvet grass is slender and soft, and it is very quickly rubbed. It won’t be too late to get a ball of the boss in the bend of the knee.

Because I had only seen knitting in short videos, Xia Weiwei rubbed it out and started to tinker with it.

However, the short video saw such a simple thing, but it didn't mean that when it came to her.

No matter how you do it, you can't get the desired result. Xia Weiwei was a little discouraged for a moment, staring at the wooden sticks and straw ropes in her hand and didn't know what to do.

After a long time, she let out a light voice, put down the wooden sign and straw rope.

Xia Weiwei thought that Huang Tao and his daughter had to lay the straw beds every day, and it would be much more convenient to have a straw mat, so she prepared and drafted the mat.

Before there was no spring bed, the families in the village made the bed with straw mats, and in order to reduce the expenses at home, everyone was used to doing it themselves.

Unlike the knitting I saw in the unexpected way, the straw mat was made with her grandmother in the summer before college.

Nowadays, not only can she be familiar with the techniques of making straw mats, but at least she still remembers the steps.

Unlike before, although Xia Weiwei's movements were slow, she did everything in an orderly manner, and soon, the 1.5-meter-long straw rope under her feet expanded to a width of her palm.

When Grandpa Kezi arrived, Xia Weiwei was concentrating on compiling. Seeing her fingertips quickly tied up the messy hay, he stood up and watched.

Turning over the straw weaving, Xia Weiwei reached out to hold the grass.

Seeing that she couldn't hook her, Grandpa Kezi bent down silently to help.

"scare!!!"

“······”

My eyes met and my grandfather grabbed the shell of the hay and was speechless.

Xia Weiwei was speechless when she turned around but was shocked by the figure beside her.

"What are you doing?" Grandpa Kezi squatted down and handed out the hay in his hand.

Xia Weiwei, who felt at ease when she saw the figure clearly, naturally took it: "I want to weave a straw mat for Aunt Huang Tao and her daughter."

"Straw Pad?" What is that?

Grandpa Kezi's eyes fell on what Xia Weiwei called the straw mat.

He lit his chin and indicated that the straw mat was it. Xia Weiwei explained: "It's troublesome to hug the scattered hay. This straw mat is not only convenient to move but also easier to sleep."

The things Xia Weiwei made were already the same as the whole. After she said that, Grandpa Kezi understood its use.

Suddenly, stars appeared in my eyes.

"This straw mat is a good thing."

"Yeah." Xia Weiwei also thought it was very good.

Compared to hay that you don’t know if you roll two laps and pedal there, it is much better.

Her thoughts rolled around, and she asked, "Grandpa Kezi, is there something wrong with you here?"

Looking up, Grandpa Kezi looked at Xia Weiwei and looked at each other directly: "You should know what it is for me to come."

"Grandpa Kezi thinks Qingmei's mother is serious?" She lowered her head and continued to buy hay.

"No, Qingmei said it's a good thing." The children are also working hard for survival. They have no reason to take up their children's time. These days, they have ignored this point: "That thing is very useful. Let's decide to do it. Look, can it be done like this? I'll let Black Stone do it on your side and teach us."

Grandpa Kezi was not worried about whether Xia Weiwei was willing to teach them how to make a cart. He didn't even think much about how she came up with a cart.

Xia Weiwei pushed the cart over, and her intentions were not very obvious. Whether she thought it out by herself or “seeing” in her dream, it doesn’t matter. What’s important is that this thing appears in front of everyone.

So, he only asked Xia Weiwei if she could change jobs with them.

And Xia Weiwei, when she heard Grandpa Kezi's words, she understood that Qingmei's mother had helped her win this battle.

"I will teach you tonight. If you can learn it, you won't need to help. If you can't learn it, I have to do it for us, so as you say." A slap in the face, of course, you have to be a sweet date. The distance between her and the tribe must be maintained at a level that is not far or near.

Obviously, Xia Weiwei's words were not in Grandpa Kezi's plan. After hearing what she said, Grandpa Kezi was silent for a long time.

Afterwards, he said sadly: "Aque, you have to add hay even if you use a fire. If we continue to take advantage of you, this tribe is not worthy of your protection."

Grandpa Kezi really surprised Xia Weiwei.

He was undoubtedly telling her that her relationship with the tribe was a mutual use, and they should be clear.

Her eyes flashed slightly, and she said, "I will teach you how much time it takes, and Prince Black Stone will help me as much time as it takes."

"····Have." No one took advantage of anyone: "How long will it take?"

"Have you harvested your fish?"

"If you can go there immediately, you won't collect the remaining fish baskets."

Without an immediate answer, Xia Weiwei just speeded up her movements, and then stood up to clean up after weaving the added hay.

"A Que is here?"

"A Que is here?"

When they saw Xia Weiwei again, the women's faces were obviously embarrassed, and the more they said hello, they would be as dry as they would be.

It seemed as if she didn't see everyone feeling uncomfortable when facing her, Xia Wei nodded her head.

"Aque, everyone doesn't mean to take up your time, don't bother with everyone." said Ada gently.

I'm afraid the air will suddenly be quiet.

The stiff smile on the women's faces was cracked.

Xia Weiwei: What does she mean to be calculating with everyone? The one who cares about her is clearly Qingmei’s mother.

If there is really water, it will be poured directly on her, and there is no need to worry about splashing on her.

With a smile on his face, Xia Weiwei replied heartlessly: "Don't worry, Daddy, I don't care."

"It's good if you don't care." I reached out and rubbed the child's head. I felt relieved when Ah-da's face was like this: "We Ah-que are so amazing, we want to get such things."

"Haha~~" Xia Weiwei smiled proudly: "I think I'm very awesome, too."

When Ada opened his mouth, what else did Ada want to say, but Grandpa Kezi made a loud arrangement before he spoke: "Put down what he has in his hands first, let's learn from Aqu first."
Chapter completed!