Traveling through ancient times to flee from famine, take the time and space gate with you

Li held her soft little fleshy hand, and it was hard to imagine that those branches as thick as her wrist could be broken off so easily by this little girl.

Jiayin raised her round chin and said proudly: "I am born with such great strength. My mother even praised me that I will be a female overlord in the future. No one dares to mess with me!"

Li Shixin said that was really not a compliment. Your mother must be worried that no one will dare to ask for you in the future...

Because of the addition of good news, there was enough firewood now, so they stopped picking it up.

A fire was lit on the ground between the four trees. Spread the fire as far as possible to cover a larger area and dry out the open space so that you can sleep here at night.

Fang Youwei made several trips back and forth, cutting down dozens of branches that were seven to eight feet long and as thick as a wrist, and once brought back a pheasant with gorgeous feathers!

Fang Zhiyuan's eyes flashed and he ran to his father, "Dad! You caught a pheasant! It's great that we have chicken to eat tonight!"

Mrs. Li also walked forward with Jiayin in hand and took the pheasant from her husband's hand, "How do you want to eat this chicken? Or just stew the chicken below and put multi-grain noodles on it?"

Fang Youwei put down the branch he was carrying on his other shoulder and said to Mrs. Li, "My wife has the final say. My wife is a superb cook and everything she cooks is delicious."

Mrs. Li yelled at him, "What are you talking about? Children are listening!" She lowered her head and saw Jiayin blinking at her with a pair of big, talkative eyes. Her face turned red and she said, "I'll go clean it up."

The pheasant quickly walked away.

Fang Youwei laughed softly when he saw this scene and waved to Jiayin, "Come on, uncle will take you to wash your little hands. After a while, your aunt has put away the chicken, and uncle used those beautiful feathers to

You make a shuttlecock and play."

Jiayin was immediately attracted and asked curiously: "What is shuttlecock? Is it fun?"

"It's fun. Just tie chicken feathers together and tie a copper plate underneath. Once you're done, let your big brother teach you." Fang Youwei held her little hand. The two of them had already walked to the nearest puddle. He used his hand to

He washed Jiayin's hands with some water and dried them with the layer of clothes he had underneath.

He sent the good news to Fang Zhiyuan and said to her: "Okay, clean up. You are still young and don't have to work. You can play with your brother. I'll call you when the meal is ready."

After saying that, he went on to build a shed for resting at night.

Cut off the twigs on the thicker long branches, place them horizontally on the branches of four trees at the height of one person, and tie them with hemp rope to fix them, so that they form a square frame, and then tie the remaining

The branches are woven on top like a basket, and a simple roof is ready.

Fang Youwei cut some thinner branches and braided them on three sides in the same way to form a simple wall, and put a layer of yellow mud on the outside to keep warm. Although it was summer, the temperature difference between day and night was large here, and it was still quite cold at night.

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Jiayin and Fang Zhiyuan stood aside and watched, very interested in this, but Fang Youwei didn't let them follow it for fear of hurting their hands. After all, there were many sharp and thin branches on it.

However, he still explained to them while working, how these were done and what their functions were. Both children listened with interest.

Old Mrs. Yang has already set up the pot next to her. The stove below is very simple. She just digs a small trench with a deep middle and gentle slopes on both sides. Just put the pot directly on top and the fire can be made below.

The pot is already boiling water, which was drawn from the small puddle. It looks very clear after settling.

Mrs. Li came back with the prepared pheasant in a wooden basin. The chicken had been chopped into small pieces with a knife and poured directly into the pot to blanch it in water.

Because the branches were a little moist, the smoke was very strong, which made Mrs. Yang and Mr. Li wipe their eyes while cooking.

Seeing this, Jiayin tilted her head and thought for a while. She picked up a branch with her little hand and tried to extract the water from it. After a while, the branch became very dry, but she also felt a little dizzy. It seemed that it didn't work. Jiayin sighed.

She took a breath, there was no fairy spirit here, and she couldn't use her magic power.

The pheasant has been stewed over there, and the multigrain pancakes have been pasted. Mrs. Li is left alone watching the fire.

Old Mrs. Yang came over and moved the fire in the shed to dry the ground as much as possible.

Fang Youwei had already wiped the yellow mud outside. It had just rained, and the yellow mud was ready-made, which saved him a lot of effort.

He washed his hands and went to the forest on the mountain again. He came back after the sun went down. This time he brought back a hare and a tree stump.