I'm not a wild eater

After chatting for a while to digest and digest, simply clean up the pots and bowls.

Add wood to the campfire in the living area to keep it lit.

Soon fell asleep together.

"Ah this..."

Waking up the next day, Mu Qing was dazed.

It has been raining all night, and there is still no intention of stopping.

"When will it rain?!" Yan Shu sighed.

Compared with last night, the rain has been much lighter, from heavy rain to heavy rain.

Without tools to keep out the rain, it is still impossible to go out.

"We're kind of lucky to have this situation near the end."

"And there's plenty of food in the camp."

Mu Qing sat up, looked at the jungle under the rain curtain and said.

"But if you don't go out, this day will be very boring."

"We can do something we love." Mu Qing looked at Yan Shu with a smirk.

"Right."

"Half of the stinky yellow wattle I picked last time is left, I will make jelly to eat."

Yan Shu clapped his hands together, and suddenly had an idea.

"Hey, this is what you love to do?" Mu Qing pulled Yan Shu back.

"Food is the most important thing for the people, let alone rainy days."

Just do it.

Yan Shu got his shoes on the bed and was ready to go out.

"Pass through here, and you won't be caught in the rain."

Muqing reached out to hold her again, sighed, and turned on the live broadcast.

He took a machete and cut off the bamboo strips that fixed the fence, and removed the fence at the bottom of the bed.

This way you can come and go directly from the end of the bed without getting caught in the rain at all.

[This design is really quite good. 】

[When it's not raining, you can also fence it up again. 】

[Will the rain stop today? It's boring when it rains. 】

[Anyway, what we are watching is eating and broadcasting, as long as it does not affect eating. 】

[Impact, I can't even go out to wash the rice bucket. 】

[Master Mu should make the living area a little bigger, and directly make it the place of the stove. 】

[Wouldn't it be better to just cover the entire camp? 】

Yan Shu found the stinky yellow wattle, made a small bowl of honey water, and started cooking.

Muqing was bored and played with the king.

"Xiao Shu, how much meat did you cut for the king yesterday?"

Mu Qing noticed that there was still a lot of meat left beside the cat's nest.

"Only three or four slices, exactly according to its food intake?"

"What's wrong?" Yan Shu said without raising his head, holding the stinky yellow thorn.

"There are two slices of meat left, I thought you cut too much."

Muqing picked up the sliced ​​meat and smelled it, and if there was no bad smell, he put it back next to the cat litter.

"Maybe it's because I didn't go out yesterday, so it's not good to consume a small appetite." Yan Shu said casually.

"may be."

Mu Qing turned back and put the king back into the cat's nest.

Go to the side of the living area and pick and choose among the piles of leftover bamboo from weaving.

Pick out the tops of seven or eight new bamboos, and add a few bamboo tubes with two or three knots.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Shu asked.

"If you have nothing to do, make a wind chime."

Muqing sorted out bamboo tubes of similar size, took out one of them, and cut off two-thirds of the upper half.

Cut it so that the lower half is a bamboo tube and the upper half is a bamboo slice.

"If it's not raining, it's just a little breeze. What's the use of making wind chimes?"

Yan Shu complained.

"It looks good when hung."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really particular."

The juice of the stinky yellow wattle is ready.

Yan Shu took the big pot and small pot to catch the rainwater and washed it clean.

In the small pottery pot, half of the pot of water was connected again, and I ran to the bottom of the stove to start a fire to boil the water.

After finishing it, I dug some plant ash with the bamboo slices on the side and ran back.

After receiving the water to clarify the plant ash, continue to make the sweet green jelly.

After processing the bamboo tube for the pronunciation part, Muqing found a long bamboo tube, split it into bamboo strips, and started to knit things.

Yan Shu didn't care about it either.