It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 181

In the early morning, the warm sunlight penetrated the mountains and forests, driving away all the dampness from the river geese.

Jiang Yan sat on a tree branch with his hands raised high, his legs pressed down, and he groaned for a long time before falling to the ground.

The fire that had been burning for half the night only had a little residual heat left in the center. Jiang Yan carefully dug out the ashes and found three complete deep-mouthed yellow clay pots and a small yellow clay stove.

Jiang Yan grabbed a handful of grass leaves and wiped it, then checked it inside and out under the sunlight. It was good, there were no cracks on the surface.

Then he took the yellow clay pot and walked quickly to the stream to wash it. He filled it with water and waited for a while, but there was no leakage.

Take another one and put it on the yellow clay stove to boil water. When the water boils, neither the pot nor the stove will break.

Jiang Yan's days of melancholy vanished. After two days and eight experiments, she finally managed to create a high-quality container. She no longer had to worry about it cracking while in use, and she no longer had to worry about it turning into ash.

For this reason, Jiang Yan deliberately slowed down his pace and had a long-awaited hearty meal to celebrate.

Perhaps the taut string had loosened a little. Jiang Yan had just leaned against the tree trunk and felt dizzy when inspiration came one after another.

What a good sign!

Jiang Yan was no longer confused, and he was full of energy. Not long after he reached the stream, he brought back a bunch of long cattails and started weaving a straw basket.

She must have been sick and confused before, forgetting that she could use a straw basket to catch fish and shrimp.

Although her straw basket weaving skills were average, no matter how careless she was, the success rate was higher than using a "javelin" to catch fish. Moreover, she had enough cattails, so she could at least weave a few more layers to cover the hole.

But... Jiang Yan remembered that when her grandparents in Dongshan Village taught her this craft, they were holding dry cattail in their hands.

She stared at the half-woven straw bag in her hands, then looked out at the straw basket that had been lowered into the stream. Its lush green appearance was truly fresh and juicy. How long could these unseasoned straw products last?

Jiang Yan was worried that he had not learned the skills well enough and did not have enough time to wait for the sun to dry.

After hesitating for a while, Jiang Yan simply decided to stay where he was today, make a set of fresh ones and a set of dry ones, and if one set broke, there would be another one.

Jiang Yan found some thick and long branches to build a drying frame, tied the picked cattails into bunches and spread them flat on it, and then lit some dead branches underneath.

There are also some requirements for this dead branch. It must be completely dry and make a crisp sound when you step on it, and it should produce less smoke when burned.

If the water content is too high, thick smoke will be produced when it burns. Jiang Yanguang felt that it was not feasible. How could there be straw that would leave a black palm when picked up?

Jiang Yan knitted for a whole day. Before her fingers were bent into chicken claws, she had knitted the following for herself:

There are two large straw bags, one green and one yellow, used to store collected wild vegetables and fruits, wooden boxes, flints and other miscellaneous items.

Four rectangular straw mats, two green and two yellow, are used to isolate the ground from moisture when sitting on the ground, hugged as warm clothing when sleeping, and held on the head and around the body to prevent getting wet when it rains.

There were also several straw ropes. The thicker ones were used to tie up the yellow clay stove and yellow clay pot, making it easier to carry them on the road. The thinner ones that would break if pulled hard were more convenient for fixing and tying things together.

Jiang Yan put the fruits of his hard work for the day in a proper place, humming a tune as he carried the straw basket back to the camp before sunset.

The water in the yellow clay pot was already boiling. Jiang Yan couldn't wait to turn the straw basket upside down and shake it a few times. Two unknown small fish as long as the index finger and four or five transparent shrimps bouncing on the ground fell out.

Jiang Yan couldn't control the corners of her mouth from rising. Nothing could stop her from getting naughty tonight.