This is not a deep mountain like Lucun, and the mining and transportation of stone is not very convenient. Therefore, many of their houses are supported by wooden pillars at the four corners, with wooden frames on top to lay the roofs, and some walls are also made of wooden boards.
The walls of more houses are made of rammed adobe. The adobe walls are afraid of being washed away by rain, so the eaves protrude farther from the wall. The courtyard walls are mostly made of gravel, and these stones should be used.
Zibaixi.
The wall that once protected the village must have been tall and strong back then, but now it has fallen into disrepair. There are gaps in many places, which should be to facilitate people's access, because many new houses have been built outside the wall. Not only that,
After leaving the village, on the high slope on the north bank opposite Baixi River, there is also a spread of houses and fields. Perhaps as the population in the village increased, some people moved there.
This remote village in the north of Feihong City has developed very prosperously in the past hundred years. The reason is also very simple. Because a powerful monk came here and became the lord of Feihong City, no one would come here.
Making trouble. In the past hundred years, the wall has been in vain, but has hindered people's convenience.
Nowadays, the population of Baixi Village has increased several times compared with a hundred years ago. Of course, people need to build more residences and open up more fields. The village has expanded outwards, and some people have even moved to the other side of the river. Although the old city lord was in the decades
He died many years ago, but the remaining power is still there. People here have never encountered any threats, and people have become accustomed to a comfortable life.
But today, rogue bandits finally incited the demon tribe to plunder the almost undefended Baixi Village, but the villagers still knew nothing about it.
Since it was early winter and there was not much farm work, the weather was not very good today and it was windy. People were hiding in their houses early in the morning. Huwa saw Baixi Village from a distance. There were already several walls surrounding the village.
There is a gap in the gap, and the middle of the gap has been stepped on to make a flat road. It can also be seen that the original village gate was on the side near Baixi, where there are steps leading down to the waterside.
There are many large flat stones on the waterside, with traces of manual grinding for many years. It should be the place where people in Baixi Village usually wash their clothes; and there is an inlet not far upstream with gentle and clear water, which should be
Where they usually draw water, Huwa walked along the Baixi River and saw a girl walking to the inlet to get water.
The girl was sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing linen clothes and an animal skin waistcoat. The leather waistcoat was old. The hair was bald in several places, exposing the leather underneath. She held
There was a clay pot with hemp ropes holding the ears of the pot. Just as he was about to fetch water, he heard Huwa's voice asking: "Girl, are you from Baixi Village?"
When she came, she didn't see anyone, but suddenly she heard a strange voice behind her. The girl was so frightened that she exclaimed "Oh!" and the pottery jar fell from her hand and fell to pieces on the pebble-strewn river beach.
This is also due to Huwa's bad habits. When he was traveling in the wild, he most often went back and forth between Lucun and Taihao ruins. The mountain god told him and Panhu to keep their voices low and conceal their whereabouts as much as possible. This habit has become
After getting used to it, even if there is no need to cast a spell to hide the sound at the moment, when Huwa and Panhu came, even if they stepped on the gravel beach, their footsteps were very gentle. The girl did not look this way, so she didn't notice it at all.
them.
The pottery jar fell to the ground and shattered. Panhu was also startled, and she took a big step back before standing still. The girl turned around and saw the tiger baby and the dog, and squatted down to pick up the pottery fragments.
The pottery pot was obviously irreparable. When she raised her head again, she was in tears and said in a voice that was about to burst into tears: "Where did you come from and why did you scare me like this?... The pot broke.
What to do!”
Huwa also realized that he had gotten into trouble. He said apologetically: "I'm really sorry. I'm from a foreign country. I happened to pass by here and I accidentally shocked you just now... It doesn't matter if the jar is broken. I'll pay you for it."
yes."
The girl said aggrievedly: "You didn't break it. I didn't hold it properly. How can I ask you to compensate?... This is the jar from the patriarch's family, not an ordinary pottery..." As she spoke, she
Almost crying again.
Huwa is not only good at making weapons, but he is also good at distinguishing them. This clay pot is nothing in his eyes, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it can be regarded as a delicate and precious thing. It has "ears" and can be used
When carrying a hemp rope through it, you don’t need to bend down when fetching water, and you can also drop it to a very deep place to fetch water. The pottery is easily broken during the firing process, and with such a pair of hollow ears, the pottery is
It is much more difficult than ordinary pottery.
Not only that, the blank of this pottery pot is very delicate, and the shape of the pot is also very delicate. It is obviously made with great care. It turned out to be the pot of the patriarch of Baixi Village. Huwa warmly comforted: "Don't worry, if I hadn't scared you."
You won't break the jar if I tell you, and I will definitely compensate you if I tell you to."
The girl looked at him curiously and asked: "What are you going to pay for, the dog? ... No, I'll tell the clan leader myself, I can't blame you."
Huwa was wearing thin Gebu clothes in this weather, and it looked like he didn't have anything on him. As for the piece of gold hidden in his arms, the girl certainly didn't see it and couldn't think of it at all. Obviously, the boy only had this dog beside him, so why?
Can he use it as compensation for his clay pot?
Panhu glanced at the girl with disdain, looking very dissatisfied. Huwa smiled and said: "Of course I can't compensate you for this dog, it is my friend. When I say a jar, it is a jar, and what you just said is a jar."
The exact same jar that I broke."
As he spoke, he turned around and walked a few steps higher. He left the gravel beach and reached the exposed soil. He squatted down and started squeezing the mud with his hands. The girl was stunned. She didn't know what this boy wanted to do. Was there something wrong with his brain?
Do you just want to make a pot out of clay to compensate her? Moreover, the soil used for making pottery is very particular. The mud here has many impurities and is not suitable for making pottery at all.
And Huwa was actually squeezing the jar with his hands, digging out the mud from the riverside, and spinning it into shape in his hands. Later, he was no longer squeezing it with his hands, but the mud ball was moving on its own. Not long after,
A jar with the same shape as before appeared in Huwa's hand. He stood up, held the jar in both hands, handed it to the girl and said, "Take it, I'll compensate you."
But the girl did not dare to reach out and take it. She subconsciously took a step back and said: "This, this, this... who are you? Although you have made an identical clay clay, it is not a clay pot!"
Huwa smiled and said, "If I say it's a clay pot, it's a clay pot. You'll know after you take it." As he spoke, he bent down and picked up the hemp rope on the ground, and smashed the broken pot ear that was still attached to one end of the rope.
He tied it to the ears of the new can and handed it over by hand.
The girl was shocked. Since she could lift it with a rope, it was obviously not a clay pot. She took the jar at a loss, touched it with her hand for a long time, and knocked it subconsciously. Sure enough, it was a pottery that had been fired.
, and still a little warm and hot.
Huwa is not showing off, he just uses the weapon refining skills naturally. He used the five-color sacred mud to make a magic weapon pottery pot, and firing such an ordinary pot was just a casual thing. This is what he did
He was the one who caused the trouble, so he didn’t hesitate to use his magical powers. But the skills he acquired casually were definitely not something that ordinary monks could achieve!
He was afraid that the girl would be impatient, so he refined the weapon very quickly. The softness of his magic power and the subtlety of his spiritual consciousness had been used to the extreme. At this moment, there was a slight sweat on the tip of his nose. The jar he refined was better than the one the girl had just broken.
That one is much better. It can be regarded as a low-grade treasure. At least it is difficult to break it with ordinary strength.
The dazed girl suddenly came to her senses, hugged the pot in her arms, bowed and saluted with a frightened expression: "Weiwei was rude just now, I didn't know you were actually a passing Gonggong Master... I let you do this.
Use your magical powers to refine a jar for me. I wonder what I can do for you?"
It turned out that this girl's name was Weiwei. After all, she lived in a village with a rich heritage like Baixi Village. When she saw Huwa squeezing mud with her bare hands and making a pottery pot out of thin air without going into the kiln, she guessed who she was.
He was a legendary Gonggong. When Gonggong in the city went out and passed certain villages, he would often do something at the request of the village residents.
But she has never heard of a Gonggong master who used such a magical skill just to make an ordinary clay pot. Under normal circumstances, a certain village asked a Gonggong to spend his cultivation mana to perform such a magical skill.
The price to pay for help is not small, even if a girl like Weiwei is compensated to Mr. Gonggong.
And this Master Gonggong has already taken action, what kind of demands will he make, and how can she satisfy them? So Miss Weiwei is very uneasy.
She does not look as strong and strong as many women in the wild tribes. Her figure is a bit delicate, her skin is very fair, there are a few freckles on both sides of her nose, her facial features are very delicate, and although her figure is a bit thin, she is also graceful and graceful. I don’t know why.
, Huwa thought her silly look just now was very pretty, and the frightened look she was standing in the cold wind now was also very pitiful.
Huwa said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I don't look scary! I don't need you to do anything for me, I just want to give you a jar. Your jar is indeed very good, and it is very difficult for ordinary people to make it successfully.
It turns out you are from the patriarch’s family, so you are also a child of the patriarch’s family, right?”
Miss Weiwei quickly shook her head and said: "How can I be the child of the patriarch's family? I live next to the patriarch's house. It's a bit cold today. The patriarch asked me to come and fetch water for his house... Mr. Gonggong, please come to us
Is there anything going on in the village?"
Huwa asked curiously: "Is your clan leader sick?"
The girl also asked curiously: "No, the patriarch is very good. Why do you ask like this?"
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