The next morning, Wang Wei woke up by the cold.

When the tribe members gradually woke up, the sky was still gloomy.

Many people rub their hands and gather around the fire to keep warm.

Wang Er didn't care about the cold and ran to the pigpen. Under Wang Sha's supervision, he checked the piglets who ate sashimi last night.

Then, he hugged a pig and ran towards the bonfire.

Wang Sha was stunned for a moment, then chased after him in anger.

"Hahaha, I'm right, there's no worms, this fish has no worms!" Wang Er held the pig next to the bonfire and insisted that the fish has no worms.

Everyone looked at him with an idiot expression. The baby was covered in fishy smell. No one wanted to squeeze into sleep with him last night. Could it be that he was so stupid that he was frozen.

Before Wang Er was happy for two seconds, he was pressed to the ground by Wang Sha.

He first snatched the pig, put it aside, and then blew the hammer at Wang Er.

When the pig ran away with a small step, Wang Sha hurriedly let go of Wang Er and hurriedly followed him.

Although Wang Er was beaten to a bruised and swollen face, his face was full of smiles.

The men had a meal in the morning, but Wang Er did not ask for green dragon meat, but took a fish himself without even the scales. He cut open his stomach, squeezed out the internal organs and fish roe, and then inserted it with a wooden stick and put it on the bonfire and roasted it.

After a while, when the big fish was half-baked, he grabbed it and ate it in the horror of his tribe members.

Wang Zhuang, who was standing beside him, was stunned, first shocked, then puzzled, and then a strange look appeared on his face.

Wang Wei found that Wang Zhuang's expression was a bit unsimple at this moment.

Sure enough, Wang Zhuang, who was the first to react, threw Wang Er to the ground, stuck him tightly and shouted: "Duty water! Go and scoop the dung water!"

Wang Er's original intention was to prove himself in front of his tribe members, and he could tell which fish had insects and which fish had no insects. Now, after hearing Wang Zhuang's words, his eyes suddenly popped out.

In an instant, he felt like he was pretending not to become a fool.

"That fish has no insects, I know better than you, don't whimper!" Wang Er shouted, but before he finished speaking, he was covered by Wang Zhuang, who was morbid and flushed on his face.

"Don't listen to him. He was injured by the insects. Don't stand there. Go and scoop up the feces!" Wang Zhuang shouted.

The scene that happened in front of him shocked Wang Wei's chin.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Er was pressed by seven or eight strong men and could not move.

Then, a whole bucket of manure was scooped up by a tribe member.

When Wang Wei saw it, he was furious.

Damn, if you do this once, who will dare to drink water if you burn in the future?

"Stop!" Wang Wei shouted.

After hearing Wang Wei's voice, the tribe members who were about to fill Wang Er with feces stopped immediately.

"You are stupid and don't let people boil water to drink it? Didn't Wang Er have found the grass juice for deworming? How can you still need to fill the feces?" Wang Wei kicked the tribe member who filled the feces and said angrily.

After hearing Wang Wei's words, Wang Zhuang sat on the ground as if he had lost his energy and murmured quietly.

"There is grass juice, so don't drink feces anymore. If there is grass juice, you don't drink feces anymore..."

Wang Er, who was let go, got up and fled behind Wang Wei's butt, and then he missed his head, looking lingering in fear.

Things like snakes, insects, rats and ants are easy to get into these gaps.

What's more, the weather is still very cold now. If you live in such a small house and the cold wind blows at night, it's better to live under the cliff and use a bonfire to keep warm.

Therefore, there is naturally a need to paste mud on the bamboo wall to ensure that it is not airtight.

Not only the exterior walls need to be muddy, but also the interior walls need to be muddy.

However, if ordinary mud is used directly to paste the wall, it will easily crack and fall off after it is dried.

So Wang Wei needs to practice mud.

Mix tough long-leaf clover into the clay, then stir and stomp.

Finally, it will not fall off if the bamboo wall is pasted inside and outside.

At the beginning, Wang Wei planned to make a batch of bamboo houses.

At that time, it would be more convenient for five or six people to live in a room.

However, now, due to the tight time and the fact that the tribe members may not be used to sleeping separately, Wang Wei finally decided to build only two rooms.

The people are so crowded that they are powerful, but they are just the simplest vertical bamboo pole. With the efforts of everyone, the frames of two slightly higher bamboo houses were built in just one day.

The house is not small, with an area of ​​six meters by eight meters, which is a total of forty-eight square meters.

Four windows and two front and rear doors were reserved.

Inside the room, a semicircular stove with a sealed ceiling was piled near the rear window.

A hole was left behind the stove, and a middle-passing bamboo was opened to the window.

And outside the bamboo, a thick layer of clay was pasted.

When it comes to exhausting smoke, even if the heat is too high, it will not be inconvenient to burn the bamboo tube.
Chapter completed!