Long Ao took it over and liked the pink handle very much.
Now, even if everyone has it, theirs is different from mine.
Seeing that Long Ao's mood finally improved, Hu Ling'er said to Long Ao: "You are the strongest. We still have a lot of things for you to do in the future, so you can't leave."
"Yes." Long Ao regarded this sentence as a promise, and he felt particularly energetic when working for several days in a row.
With everyone's concerted efforts, the Fanshan tribe's life became more and more prosperous, but no one expected that something would happen after a heavy rain.
On this day, Hu Ling'er and Mrs. Hu were working in the fields as usual, but they saw the sound of monkeys coming to the field to call the female sheep You: "Yang Chu, go back and take a look quickly, Sheep You is injured."
"What?" Yang Chu was so frightened that he threw away the weeds in his hands and stood up: "How did you get hurt?"
"Come on, don't talk to me on the way back." The monkey voice waved to her, and the two of them left in a hurry.
The remaining females in the field were in a panic, and no one knew what was going on.
It wasn't until Hushan came to report that everyone knew that it had rained last night and washed away a section of the wall they built.
Yang You was unlucky. He happened to walk under the collapsed wall and was hit by a stone. When he was rescued, his head was covered with blood.
"Why is it happening like that?"
"Yes! This wall is too weak."
"I heard that the rain was too heavy and the clay was washed away, so the stones fell."
"This won't work. It's rained a lot recently. If we don't build it now, we won't be able to build it until the cold season."
"..."
Everyone was talking about it, everyone said whatever they wanted.
Hu Ling'er asked around and found out that the tribesmen used a kind of clay from the mountain to build the wall.
Everyone has been using this kind of soil, and it is very strong after it is glued firmly. However, the disadvantage is that it is not easy to dry. Before it dries, it is no different from other soils and has no effect at all.
Some time ago, the weather was good, and the clay was filled in between the stones, and it dried after being exposed to the sun for ten days. But recently, it rained a lot, and it was pouring. There was a small field every two days, and a big field every seven days. The clay filled between the stones was basically dry.
It cannot be dried, and some of them have even been washed away by the rain.
As a result, progress was delayed, and incidents that hurt people occurred.
When Tiger Boss came home at night, he kept sighing.
Sheep You was lucky today. He only suffered a bruise on his head and no serious injuries to his hands and feet.
The witch doctor Yuantai has applied medicine on him and he will recover in two days.
But what to do next?
According to Hutian's experience, at this time in previous years, rains were irregular, and no one knew whether there would be rain within ten days. Therefore, the current work of building the fence was neither possible nor feasible.
"Why don't you look for other materials and see if there is any other clay that can be used." Mrs. Hu suggested.
"This is not easy to do. We only have gray clay in that area in the mountains, and the quantity is not very large, so we use it as little as possible. A lot of it has been washed away by the rain in the past two days, and it was all wasted." Hu.
The boss replied.
"Didn't I say two days ago that there is another kind of yellow clay? Can't that be used?" asked Mrs. Hu.
Their tribe rarely used this kind of thing, so everyone didn't pay much attention to it. It wasn't until they started building walls that they started to use it more.
"The yellow one doesn't feel as useful as this one." Boss Tiger still frowned.
"Why don't you try mixing the two together?" Hu Ling'er said suddenly.
"Yes!" Boss Tiger clapped his head after hearing this. Why didn't I think of it? I'll let them try it tomorrow.
As a result, when Boss Tiger came back the next day, he was still dejected.
"After the two kinds of clay are mixed together, it is not as useful as the original one. I have asked them to go to the mountains to collect stones. There is nothing else to do now anyway, so prepare the stones first."
"Let's take a look together tomorrow," Hu Ling'er said.
As a girl, she had never been interested in architecture before.
Coincidentally, an uncle who was a worker on the farm once said during a break in work that in ancient times, when doing construction, lime, yellow clay, and sand were often mixed together to act as cement.
If the mixing ratio is right, or some dried shell powder or rice soup can be added, the effect will be even better than cement.
Lu Ling'er didn't believe it at first, but now she wants to use it as a golden rule. Now there is no need to think about shell powder and rice soup, but according to Boss Hu, the clay in the mountains is still enough.
The next day, Hu Ling'er, Long Ao and Hu Dong followed Boss Hu up the mountain to find a solution.
Hu Lao Er and Xiong Lao Er have arrived early, and they are trying different mixing ratios.
"Here you are, help us think of a solution. We have been trying all morning and still haven't succeeded." Tiger Er Er greeted the cubs.
Hu Ling'er was not in a hurry, but took out the dry food prepared by Hu Yue from the basket he brought with him, "You guys eat first, let Long Ao and the second brother take a look first."
Dry food is made from Huangguo fruit.
This year's Huangguoguo finally matured, and Huyue also learned to use the fruit noodles to make various kinds of pasta. This method of sandwiching meat with noodles was something she had just developed based on Hu Ling'er's description.
Soak the fruit dough in water and let it sit for a period of time, then press the dough into individual pancakes and put them in an oven made of yellow mud to bake until they are charred on the outside and soft on the inside.
Then cut the dough into pieces and stuff it with chopped green-footed animal meat.
The meat was stewed in the pot last night. When it was cut, it was already very soft and tasty.
This was not the first time that Hu Laoer had eaten this kind of meat pie. He picked one up from the basket and started chewing it.
But it was the first time for Xiong Laoer to eat it. His mouth was full of oil and he was full of praises. "This is too fragrant. How do you make it so delicious? I have to let my Xiong Shuang learn from it."
"Go and learn from my aunt," Hu Ling'er said quickly.
"Okay, okay, I understand. Your aunt's cooking is the best. Everyone in our clan knows this." Xiong Laoer responded to her.
"I also want Xiong Shuang and your mother to learn how to cut hair. The Hu family is just different. The females in the family are more capable than the other."
It was originally an unintentional sentence, but it was a bit harsh in Hu Lao Er's ears. He thought of Hu Jiao, and his mood was a little low, and even his chewing movements slowed down.
Xiong Laoer was a little embarrassed. He was just about to say something to make up for it, when he heard Hu Dong and Long Ao shouting over there: "Uncle, come here, let me show you this."
(I’m late today, I’ll try to update earlier tomorrow, good night!)
