Magician's Live Stocking Daily [Infinite]

Under the curious gazes of the people around, pieces of pottery were laid out on the ground next to the pit.

The soft clay products have become hard and fixed under the firing of flames. The original brown-yellow color of the clay can still be seen on the outside, but most of them are covered with patches of black spots. This may be caused by uneven heating during firing, or it may simply be that the soil is defective.

It turns out that this random burning method doesn't really work.

The ground was littered with pieces of clay, and the few intact pieces were full of cracks and could not hold water at all.

However, this did not affect the surprise of everyone who was immersed in discovering new things.

As they watched the excitement, they banged on the fragments and cheered:

"Is this pottery? It's much harder than clay!"

"It is also fireproof and can be used to make soup."

↑The person who said this was one of the people in the farming group, and it was obvious that he had experience in cooking.

Jiang Ming also squatted down, carefully picked up the most intact small bowl, looked at it over and over again, and touched the wood ash that was still emitting hot water. He felt like he had opened the door to a new world.

"If you want to try again, you can go find some more soil tomorrow." Li Yang encouraged him.

Jiang Ming nodded vigorously, his eyes sparkling.

It was already completely dark, and it was time for those who had seen the miracle to find a place to rest.

"Jesse, wait a minute." Li Yang spoke in time.

"Do you have any instructions?" Jesse stopped hesitantly. It was his first time to talk directly with the goddess and he felt nervous.

"I just wanted to ask if you have any ideas about the construction of the stone house?"

Is this a test?

Jesse knew that Jiang Xun and Li Wangyue had both received rewards from the goddess. Perhaps this precious opportunity had now fallen on him.

The goddess seemed to mean that she hoped everyone could have their own independent residence, like the yard across the river.

His brain was working rapidly as he considered his answer:

"You know, there aren't that many people in our tribe, but you all may not be familiar with each other yet. At the same time, for safety reasons, the stone houses should not be built too big or too small. Three people in one room is a better choice at first, and new ones can be built later based on the situation."

The civilization of the dwarves is relatively advanced, and in the dwarven crypts, almost every household has its own private room.

As a modern person, Li Yang also thinks so:

"Then let's build six stone houses first. When can we collect all the stones and other materials?"

"No more than three days." Jesse answered confidently.

In fact, if the weather wasn't so hot and the wind wasn't so strong, their speed would have been even faster.

The dwarves are an honest group. They did not falsely report the progress. Three days later, the mined rocks and stones collected from various places had piled up into a small hill by the river.

The construction of the stone house officially began.

For primitive people, this was undoubtedly a big event. Before holding such a big event, a shaman would need to perform a ritual and listen to the voices of nature and gods.

This was the first time that Li Yang saw Ji Siyuan take off the treasures tied in her hair so formally. She placed the colorful ropes, ivory, and shells on the ground in an orderly manner, forming a small circle, and then she crawled in the circle and hummed slowly.

Her hair is grey and her volume is not high.

Li Yang couldn't understand her words, but she seemed to see her voice piercing through the clouds and floating to an unknown distance.

Along with the strangely rhythmic singing, a large number of strange insects quickly gathered on the ground. They crawled onto the singer's body and then quickly disappeared.

Looking at Ji Siyuan again at this time, you can find that her pupils have become completely black, empty yet containing magic.

No one disturbed her, including Li Yang.

The singing lasted only about ten minutes. The moment it stopped, Li Yang woke up from the music and looked up in surprise.

It was as if a bolt of thunder struck her chest, her heart suddenly ringing, and the emotions of surprise and doubt swept through her entire body in an instant like a strong wind.

Just now, she suddenly felt a gaze reaching down from the depths of the clouds and falling on her.

People who have been in danger for a long time have extremely keen perception of sight. Li Yang was sure that what she saw just now was definitely not an illusion.

So, what kind of spirit is Ji Siyuan's ability of clairvoyance?

Li Yang carefully observed the expressions of others. It seemed that everyone was used to it and was not too surprised.

"What did the witch know?" she asked.

Ji Siyuan slowly straightened up and brushed her gray hair behind her. Her pupils had returned to normal, and a smile crept onto her wrinkled face. Her voice was still soft and sharp:

"I saw our tribe become the strongest, and I saw the Goddess lead us to victory in the battle."

The crowd burst into enthusiastic cheers, they danced hand in hand and sang hymns.

Amidst the laughter and chatter, Wu seemed to be tired.

She hunched over and walked out of the cheering center.

When she passed by Li Yang, she heard her singing in a lighter voice:

“I saw—

Blood dyes the loess red, and night and dawn go their separate ways.

The mud cries out the misery of the world, and the rotten flowers stretch their bones.

The devout believers sang along the way.

The weeping goddess is glorious,

In the name of justice, the day will last forever and the fire will never go out. "