Dee knelt down, wiped the stone dry, and began to tinker with it.

After a while, the fire started.

Although the smoke was a bit strong, He Chen still breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the warmth.

He roasted the large leaves by the way, dried them and then spliced ​​them together: "Xiao Bai, wrap them with silk."

"puff--"

Xiaobai spit out pure white silk thread.

After a while, the leaves and branches were wrapped up.

The umbrella is taking shape!

This umbrella is made of four fat leaves spliced ​​together, with a wooden stick as the handle, and the entire umbrella body is wrapped with silk thread.

"It's a bit loose, but it should work." He Chen carried the silk umbrella and walked out.

"Pata, pata -"

"Okay!" He Chen felt happy when he saw that the silk thread umbrella could withstand the beating of raindrops.

Di and Xiaobai looked curious.

He Chen returned to the house and smiled: "Come on, make an umbrella!"

…

After making more than ten umbrellas, He Chen was fine, but Xiaobai lay on He Chen's head as if his body had been hollowed out.

He Chen looked at the orchard and found that although the saplings were young, they were surprisingly resilient.

Perhaps because they have been growing in this environment for a long time, the saplings are very adaptable to rain and are becoming more and more green.

However, the original flowers on the mountainside were in bad luck. All the flowers were knocked down by the raindrops, and petals were scattered all over the ground.

The big beast in the pool at the foot of the mountain was very active and had a good appetite and ate one more cat-shaped fruit.

Towards the afternoon, Tu came back with a few women and a lot of flowers and plants.

It rained and the road was muddy and difficult to walk on. Their feet were covered in mud.

Although the straw sandals were made, not many were made. He Chen planned to send them out in two days.

"Uncle Tu, you're back!" He Chen said hello and went to greet him.

A group of people came to Tu's wooden house.

The earthen wooden house is very spacious, but there is nothing there, only hay and some tree fruits for feeding the butterfly.

Several people threw flowers and grass on the ground.

"Chen Wu, I don't know which one you are talking about, so I brought them all back." Tu Hanhonly scratched his head.

He Chen waved his hand and said it was okay, then squatted down and looked carefully.

Pull it on the left side, pull it on the right side, and look at each plant carefully.

To his disappointment, after looking for a long time, he didn't see the food he imagined.

But at this moment, a small grass caught his attention.
Chapter completed!