Xu Chen was busy covering the pottery bowl.

"I saw it!"

A very small voice muttered in the darkness.

Xu Chen had no choice but to let go of his hand, smiled and pulled Ye in, reached out and rubbed her hair and said, "I won't sleep so late, come to my room?"

Ye pouted and said nothing.

Xu Chen didn't care, but sat down and took another bite of fruit wine, then gently picked the pine wood blocks inside the pottery lamp with a wooden stick to make the flame brighter.

There are many miscellaneous trees on the nearby mountains, and there are many pine trees. Last time I repaired the house, I cut a lot of them, leaving behind many turpentines and pine resin. A group of women collected them together to attract fire. After seeing this, Xu Chen had an idea and thought it could be used to make lighting objects, so he made a batch of small pottery lamps in the kiln factory.

It is called a pottery lamp, but it is actually a long-legged shallow-mouthed cup, just like the structure of the Holy Grail. There is a base half a foot high below. There are some turpentines split into small pieces in the mouth of the cup. Because the turpentines contain a lot of pine resin, they can burn for a long time after ignition. If you want to use them for a longer time, you can also put some pine resin. The oil smoke is very large when burning. After only half a month, a large piece of it was already blackened on the wall.

However, since we have this turpentine pottery lamp, lighting at night has become much more convenient. After dark, you don’t have to stand in the yard and watch the stars and moons bored, but you can write something alone in the room.

Since moving to the foot of the mountain, I have nowhere to write a diary.

Xu Chen could only make some animal skins that could not be made into clothes, scraped them cleanly and cut them into small pieces half a foot a foot, put the wooden stick on the pottery lamp until it started to carbonize, dip them in some melted rosin inside the pottery lamp, and then write on the animal skin.

This method is quite troublesome. Write very slowly. Basically, you have to burn a word to write, but the effect is still good. The word is very firm after writing it, but the color is not easy to control. Therefore, the skin of the animal after writing the word is like rotten leather, which looks very strange.

Because the carrier is limited, recording is troublesome and long-term discussions are not allowed. Xu Chen can only cherish the ink like the ancients. Basically, everything recorded is only a few words. Some major events will be marked with time, but it is also simple, only year, month and day.

In terms of time, it has been less than a year since he traveled through time, but in terms of natural changes, it is already the second year, so the most recent recorded time starts with two years.

Ye suddenly came in and broke him and stole the fruit wine. Xu Chen didn't care about it either.

The little mother is kind-hearted and will never speak out.

Therefore, he sat down in front of the desk made of cottage bricks, picked up a animal skin with a lot of words, put the wooden stick that he wrote on a daily basis on the oil lamp for a while, dipped it in a little bit of rosin, and then began to write it in a stroke by stroke on the animal skin.

Although Ye didn't say anything, he still took a small step behind him, staring at him quietly with wide eyes and serious eyes.

"Dig a well..."

Looking at the two words that Xu Chen slowly drew out with strokes, Ye whispered behind him.

"Do you think there will be water?"

After Xu Chen finished writing, he fed a spoonful of fruit wine into his mouth and asked with a smile.

"Moga!" Ye replied in a low voice.

"Why?" Xu Chen turned his head to look at the little mother's savage cousin.

"There is water on the mountain..."

Ye’s voice is very small, so he tries to use the language taught to Xu Chen to slowly organize his ideas.

"Why is there water in the river?" Xu Chen asked back.

The little mother savage cousin was stunned, grabbed her skirt and thought for a long time and said in a low voice: "The mountain... is drooling!"

Xu Chen corrected his dark face: "It's shedding, not dirty!"

Ye muttered and asked: "It's okay to rain... it's not bad..."

Yes? Why can it rain, but it can't be deaf?

Xu Chen thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't figure out why the word he was once familiar with had an impure atmosphere.

Why is ignorant associated with gangsters? Where is the origin of this word?

But he would not admit defeat, so he said with a slight face: "If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. You are not allowed to say the word "she" in the future."

After saying that, he smiled and reached out to rub her messy hair, nodded with a smile, "But you are right, the water in the river flows down from the mountain."

Ye Que's body shook with the light, and seemed a little joyful, but he deliberately stretched his face and pouted to show that he knew what he knew.

"It seems you are unhappy. Come and have a bite of fruit wine and have fun!"

Xu Chen scooped a spoonful of fruit wine and handed it to Ye's mouth.

Under the temptation of the strong aroma of fruit wine, Ye shook his head and couldn't help swallowing a saliva. In the end, he couldn't help but stick it out and gently added the fruit wine, and then slowly took the pottery spoon in one sip.

"Gudong!"

Seeing the little mother savage cousin eating food, Xu Chen couldn't help but hold his Adam's apple up.

My little cousin's tongue is so flexible!

This is dark and illuminated, lonely man and widowed woman...

Although he doesn't think about things on weekdays, he has been doing it for too long. Although his body is small, his soul is thirty years old and hasn't touched a woman for a long time.

The little cousin in front of him was different from the little mother who wore furs before. Although she was still dark and thin, she did not meet his aesthetic concept, but she couldn't see clearly at night. The hazy vagueness made him feel a little uncontrollable.

"Chenga..."

Seeing a little cousin's seemingly bad eyes, Ye instantly felt a fever on his cheeks and nervously grabbed his skirt.

"Oh, oh, is it delicious? Do you want to have another bite?"

Xu Chen instantly returned to his soul and took back the spoon.

"No... I want to get drunk!" Ye lowered his head and hummed in a low voice.

"Then go back to bed!"

Xu Chen remembered that the last time Ye was drunk with sashimi, so he forced himself to sleep all night. Then the men and women in the whole tribe looked at him with strange looks. He felt that it was better not to make such humanity mistakes.

"oh!"

Ye seemed to be a little dizzy, so he turned around and walked out. Not long after he left the door, Xu Chen heard a thud from outside the door. He quickly went out. Taking advantage of the cold moonlight, he found Ye staggeringly getting up from the dripping ditch. He had just walked two steps and fell to the ground with a thud.

Xu Chen was so amused that he hurried up and helped the leaves up.

"I'll carry you back!" Xu Chen carried the Ye on his shoulder.

"Mo...Moga, Moga, Mogaca scolds!"

Ye lay on Xu Chen's shoulder. Although he was drunk, he still knew what he wanted. He hugged Xu Chen's neck nervously and shook his head hard.

So Xu Chen had to carry her little cousin back to her room, take off her dirty straw sandals, and go to the fire pit to get a basin of warm water to help her carefully scrub her hands, face and feet, and then throw it on the warm big bed and cover it with a luxurious tiger skin quilt.

My little cousin's alcohol tolerance is too poor and she pours it in one gulp. It seems that she will never be able to give her fruit wine in the future.

This is the first time he has taken care of a woman so carefully, and he is a savage.

This is something Xu Chen never thought of.

Seeing Ye smirking and falling asleep while hugging the tiger-skin blanket, Xu Chen could only sigh in his heart.

I'm afraid that when the savages in the yard will look at him again with strange looks

...

The next morning, Xu Chen was awakened by the sound of gnawing outside and digging the ground.

Touching around, the savage little cousin was gone.

He walked out of the room with two panda eyes yawning.

Another bright day of spring.

More than a dozen transplanted wild fruit trees in the yard are swaying branches and leaves, and there are many green fruits of fingers mixed with fingers. They sway gently under the warm morning breeze, which looks very pleasant.

Gu Heju and his wife have already begun to continue digging wells.

In the yard, men and women are busy tidying up the fishing nets, tidying up the bows and arrows, tidying up the rattan baskets, and many women are carrying baskets to go out.

When everyone saw Xu Chen get up, there was indeed a strange look on their faces. After a brief quietness, they continued to work on their own affairs.

Xu Chen was very helpless. Although he slept with his little cousin for another night, he really did nothing.

Ye Qian slept well in the middle of the night. After waking up in the middle of the night, he was like a wild doll with a small motor, tossing and turning on the bed, which made Xu Chen not sleep well in the middle of the night.

But there seemed to be no explanation for this kind of thing. He sucked his eyes and fucked water to wash his face and hands. Ye shyly helped him serve a large warm bowl of fish, meat, and vegetable porridge, stuffed it into his hand and turned around and ran away.

There are two peeled wild duck eggs inside.

"A Qi Gaga!"

Mother Ba had a weird and kind smile on her face, and gently touched his head and turned around to work.
Chapter completed!