There is a country in the south called Wuge, its people pick mountain streams and rattan to make nails, reuse tung oil to soak, salvage and dry after a few months, and then soak again, so several times, its armor is made, invulnerable, cross the river and do not sink.

Suddenly, Ji Thief thought of the rattan armor worn by the Ugo Kingdom when Zhuge Liang captured Meng Shu in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

That defense is just against the sky, okay.

If it weren't for the fatal flaw of fear of fire, it could be said that this was the most perfect armor in ancient times.

Why don't you create rattan armor for Ah Ju and them to equip the army?

Anyway, in the large mountain range, only the Frost Valley tribe has fire, and the other tribes, even if they know the weakness of the vine armor, but they don't have fire, they can only stare dryly, there is no way!

"Haha, Usma, I thought about it. With a moment of joy in his heart, the thief couldn't help but shout.

Usma looked up at the thief in a daze: "Warrior, what do you think?"

Ji Thief sniffed and said, "In this way, Usma, you pick out some clansmen, and go out with me tomorrow to find the tung tree." ”

"Tung tree?"

"Well, the seeds of the tung tree can be pressed into tung oil, and soaking the rattan with tung oil can make the rattan stronger and more resilient. ”

Listening to the thief's words, Usma's face was a little suspicious: "Really, Lord Warrior?"

Ji Thief pursed his lips: "Why am I lying to you, okay, go and arrange it." ”

Usma sighed, and had to nod, "Okay, okay, listen to you, Lord Warrior." ”

As he spoke, Usma agreed.

The thief stayed here for a while longer, and when he felt bored, he got up and prepared to go back.

As he walked out, he wondered where he would go tomorrow to find the tung trees.

However, the thief, who was only thinking with his head down, didn't notice that there was a person who walked in quickly on the other side.

For a while, the two people who didn't notice the situation on the other side collided with each other, and with a pop, the two fell to the ground at the same time.

"Ouch~"

The familiar voice came into his ears, and the thief was stunned: "Master Wizard?"

Looking up, facing the one who was sitting down on the ground by himself, wasn't it a witch?

"Warriors!"

Seeing that it was a thief, the witch also exclaimed and stood up with a pout.

The two of them stood together for three or four steps, and for some reason, they recalled at the same time what happened outside the cave that day, and for a while, they both blushed at the same time.

The witch is shy, and the thief is a little scared, after all, she accidentally saw the scene of the witch's self-generation, what if the witch came to seek revenge?

"You, why are you here?" said the witch, subconsciously stammering.

Hearing this, the thief snorted, sucked his saliva, reached out and wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "Then, what, isn't this Usma saying that there is something to do with me, Lord Wizard, what about you?"

The witch picked up some wound medicine in her hand and explained calmly: "The clansmen in the department are busy, so I'll come over and send some medicine to Usma, and check on his situation by the way." ”

Although the witch had tried to calm her voice, her blood-red, hurried face had betrayed her.

Look at the thief who heard the witch's words, just oh, and then, there is no more.

For a long time, both of them were silent, looking at each other without saying a word.

Usma walked over and asked with a puzzled expression, "Wizard, Warrior, what's wrong?"

"Ahem, it's none of your business. The thief waved Usma away.

Immediately after, he looked at the witch a little nervously: "Otherwise, Master Wizard, you will be busy first, and I will go back." ”

After the thief finished speaking, he didn't give the witch any chance to speak, and hurriedly bypassed the witch and walked out.

It's just that when he just walked to the mouth of the cave, behind him, the witch suddenly shouted: "Warrior!"

The thief, who was about to go out, stopped the moment he heard the witch's shout, stood where he was, shook his head and sighed, and sighed in his heart, "Come on, come on, still come! Damn, I should have pretended to be sick to the end that day, and I should not have come out of that cave."

Otherwise, I wouldn't have bumped into your self-generated appearance.,You can't blame me at all.,Besides.,Who's self-generating doesn't hide.,It's just in the big court.。

You're playing shame play.

Turning back with a worried face, the thief looked at the witch with an expression that made the storm more violent: "Lord Wizard, is there anything else you have to do?"

I saw that the witch's face was calm, and she coughed and said: "It's nothing, just to remind you not to be too tired, pay more attention to rest, after all, you are the pillar of everyone." ”

When the words fell, Ji Thief was stunned: "Huh, is that all?"

The witch blushed and asked the thief, "What else do you think? As a sorcerer in the tribe, shouldn't I care about my own people?"

Ji Thief waved his arm in a panic: "Yes, yes, if you're okay, then Master Wizard, I'll leave first." ”

The words fell, and without waiting for the witch to respond, the thief fled away from Usma's cave.

When the thief left, for a while, the corners of the witch's mouth suddenly rose and she chuckled, her face full of tsundere.

"Hmph. ”

At this moment, Usma, who didn't know how to be funny, came over again, and as he walked, he said embarrassedly: "Master Wizard, I'm sorry for you again." ”

However, before Usma could say a few polite words, the witch who was interrupted by Usma came back to her senses, and with a complaining look on Usma's face, she slapped the wound medicine into Usma's hand and said, "What's the trouble, you can take it yourself." ”

Usma: "???"

"Myself, Lord Wizard, I can't do it myself. Usma was in a quandary.

The witch gave Usma a blank look, "No, you can't learn, really, I'm busy." ”

As she spoke, she did not give Usma any chance to speak, and went out, but as she walked, she suddenly jumped up, and jumped up and down, very cheerful.

Instead, it was Usma, with the wound medicine in her hand, looking forward at the witch's back with a confused expression on her face.

Wizard, is this the wrong medicine?

Usma couldn't help but think to herself.

As soon as the picture turned, the thief finally breathed a sigh of relief from the smoke of the Usma cave and returned to his residence, sat down, touched his heart with his hand, and plopped and jumped is amazing.

"the thief is exciting. ”

I thought that when I met the witch again, the latter would warn or threaten me somewhat, but I didn't think about it, but nothing happened.

Pinching his chin, Ji Thief couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "Is it because I'm too handsome, and the shy witch is embarrassed to teach herself?"

Thinking narcissistically in his heart, Ji Thief nodded even harder.

Well, yes, it must be so, yes.

Other than that, you can't explain why a witch would let her go.

After a while of his appearance, Ji Thief sighed: "Alas, there is no face brushing machine in this era, and handsome can't be eaten." ”

Shamelessly complaining, Ji Thief took out the jar that he had put away again, opened it, poured the sugarcane juice inside into a bowl, and held his chin to look at it.

In the end, what method should be used to make sugar?

Well, how about boiling it?

When I was a child, I once saw the scene of my neighbors making gummies, they used a large iron pot to boil the syrup into a viscous shape, then cool and cut it into pieces, sprinkle it with powdered sugar, wrap it in wrapping paper, well, not to mention, it's quite sweet.

"Yes, I'll try it too. ”

So saying, the thief brought some charcoal and threw it into the kiln, lit it, and put the clay pot with the sugar cane juice stored on it.

Until dinner was about to be eaten in the evening, the thief was preparing the candy.

Xue came over and urged the thief several times, and in the end, the thief really couldn't leave, so he beckoned to the snow and said, "That girl, why don't you bring me the food." ”

Xue tilted her head and thought about it, and finally nodded obediently: "Okay." ”

It was ten minutes before and after, and the snow that had gone and returned came back, but she didn't come back alone, she still brought someone with her.

"What are you busy with, warrior?"

Ji Thief didn't raise his head: "Oh, this is not going to make sugar... I'll go. ”

The thief, who was about to answer, heard the sound outside the snow coldly, and when he looked up, he saw the witch holding a bowl of broth, looking at him with a smile.