Cheng Muyan felt that he should be the boss, but why did this boy's eyes become more and more fierce? Could it be that he was really asked to do too much work?
Qing Huan had known what this heartless little girl was thinking, and she felt sorry for him, but she couldn't bear to be so exhausted that he had no one to help him with the work, but who made him so happy, and he was afraid that the little girl would be exhausted and work hard.
You have to do more work without taking a break.
Take Guoguo and Bai Zelin, how dare they try to instruct him to work?
Therefore, if one is willing to fight and the other is willing to endure, there is no one to blame.
In fact, Qing Huan's chest was bulging, and his heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat. The little girl's love words, which may not be words of promise to the girl, could make his heart heat up, and he was so moved that he wanted to do it for the person next to him.
What does the little lady do?
The breeze blew gently on their faces, and the emotions in the boy's chest became more and more intense and turbulent, like the waves of a river converging together.
Cheng Muyan touched the clay bowl next to the edge again and found that the thickness was almost even, so he put the clay bowl aside to dry under the shade of a tree.
There were already many clay bowls, bottles, and other things placed under the shade of the tree. The largest was a water tank about the size of three basins and half as high as an elbow.
The yellow mud Cheng Muyan found was fine, and she wrapped it with spiritual power and shook it for a while. The mixture was actually very good, and with the control of her mental power, except for a few cracks or crooked ones at the beginning, the ones that followed became more and more smooth.
The more uniform it is, the better it looks.
She put away the clay pottery she made and turned to look at the one in Qing Huan's hand.
"Your area is a bit thick, so you need to pinch it thinner, and you can use your mental power to control and sense them. It's best to pinch them evenly, so that the clay pottery won't break when burned." Qing Huan clicked.
Holding a pottery bowl in her hand, Cheng Muyan spoke.
Guo Guo and Bai Zelin heard them talking and slipped over. Each of them held a lump of mud in their hands. They were so crooked that they couldn't understand what they were holding. Especially the one in Guo Guo's hand was actually a lump of mud.
A hollow tube with bottomless ends at both ends.
"What are you doing? The pottery pipe can be made thick at the top and thin at the bottom. The thickness is uneven and it will crack immediately after being burned." Cheng Muyan has done a lot of homework.
Guoguo smiled awkwardly and tried to grab her hair. She saw there was mud on her hand and put it down again, saying: "Actually, I wanted to hold a pen holder, but the base was too thin and fell off, wasn't it? I was going to make one.
It’s spliced. When the time comes, the upper barrel will be kneaded and then the bottom will be made.”
Bai Zelin gave him a thumbs up and praised him without hesitation: "You are so smart."
Why does Cheng Muyan feel so awkward? Isn't there a tutorial on splicing in the video? What's so clever about this? Moreover, the barrel body and other stuff can be flattened and wrapped around it, and then pinched bit by bit to make it thicker.
average.
The mud on Guoguo's hand had small pebbles on it, and she couldn't stand it anymore.
Qing Huan was also very upright and did not give him any face. He pointed directly at his pen holder and said, "What you did is worse than what I did. There are still pebbles in the mud. Why don't you touch it?"
"
Guoguo lowered her head and took a look, as if she had just discovered the small stone. She twisted it out of the mud and laughed, "Don't tell me I almost didn't find it."
Throwing the pebble away, Tuanba Tuanba held the mud in his hand and said, "Okay, it's gone now."
Cheng Muyan didn't want to pay attention to his sand sculpture, so she turned around and pointed at Qing Huan to squeeze his clay bowl.
After much stumbling, it was finally kneaded under Cheng Muyan's guidance. Cheng Muyan solemnly placed it under the shade of the tree to dry.
Guoguo finally finished his pen holder, but Cheng Muyan felt that the pen holder was a little crooked. It felt like it was about to fall over.
"Why don't you knead the barrel a little thicker? Knead it again?" Cheng Muyan made good suggestions.
Guo Guo looked at her masterpiece and shook her head: "No, this is my first work. I don't want it to disappear. At least I can see it."
At this time, Bai Zelin also brought over the clay pottery and made a bowl of it honestly. It looked pretty decent. He had also listened a lot when Cheng Muyan was giving instructions to Qing Huan. This was something he could use immediately.
Up.
Cheng Muyan placed a few pottery bowls and jars in the dug pit, then put in the firewood and other things that he had prepared before, and placed them evenly on top for burning. They looked pretty decent.
While burning firewood, the four of them went to the shallow water of the river to wash off the mud on their legs and hands, and then set up a table in a clean open space next to them to eat fried rice.
Except for Bai Zelin, the other three people have a lot of things in their spatial storage rings. If one of them puts a little bit on it, the entire table will be filled.
There are fruit drinks, pastries and candies, as well as cold dishes and stir-fry dishes, which looks quite rich.
Especially there are water and fish around, the scenery is beautiful, the weather is good, and there is a large parasol erected above the head, it is no different from an ordinary outing.
After lunch, Cheng Muyan peeled off a candy and held it in her mouth, then went to see the fire where the pottery was being made, and then came back to watch them fight at the card table.
After being kneaded, Qing Huan's anger was indeed released. She didn't have the momentum that she had in the morning to kill Guoguo and Bai Zelin. The fight was fairly peaceful, but Guoguo and Baize were still the losers.
Lin.
Guo Guo was okay. For some reason, her luck helped her every time, and she lost relatively little. Bai Zelin alone became a stepping stone for them.
Cheng Muyan saw that Bai Zelin's defeat was so miserable that she felt a little heartbroken for him. She handed over a basic space receiving ring and said: "The space receiving rings for our senior administrators of Yuxian Pavilion are all gifts.
, you can be regarded as half a clerk, and this will be regarded as a benefit for you."
This basic space ring is only average, with an internal space of only 80 square meters. It is not too big or small, but it can be compared to the nearly 300 square meters of space in Guoguo, Yan Mengxue and Lan Wenqian's hands.
Na Jie is a bit unsatisfactory.
Not to mention Qing Huan, Qing Jiu, Cheng Mo Dao and Cheng Muyan, the space ring in their own hands is enough to cover 800 square meters of space. This is also the largest space ring that Cheng Muyan has been able to refine so far, and
I also referred to some of Qingjiu’s and others’ calculations about the virtual world in time and space.
However, for Bai Zelin, it was indeed pretty good. After all... many of the stewards and officers of Yuxian Pavilion bought these things out of their own pockets.
And Cheng Muyan gave him the space ring, which actually showed his trust. Bai Zelin didn't dare to buy the space ring before. Now that he has passed this clear path, of course he can save money and buy a good one by himself.