"Stand upright, take a break, turn right~"

Song Yong, who was pulling his throat, immediately felt a hot pain in his pitiful throat after shouting such a password.

When Song Yong turned into this valley, he forgot to ask someone to send his royal electric horn over as well.

As a result, it was just over half of the afternoon, and his poor throat was completely broken.

If the training effect of the captives is good, Song Yong can barely accept this result;

It's a pity that when he shouted the command 'turn right', he almost fell in utter despair after watching the reactions of these guys in front of him.

Just now, he took more than two dozen guards and tossed for more than an hour.

Only then did the two hundred or so people arrange such a team, each row of ten people, a total of twenty rows.

After that, under such a simple 'turn to the right' command, it was finally the queue that had just been lined up, and it was immediately chaotic again.

Of the two hundred, there were about fifty or sixty, and half of them had turned in the right direction.

Some of the rest of the people went in the wrong direction.

There is also a considerable part, after trying to recall where the right side is, I found that I really can't determine this huge problem, so where the damn right side is.

Eventually, like a stupid roe deer, they froze and didn't dare to move.

They looked at the noble gray rabbit in front of them with blank pitiful eyes, a little at a loss, and seeing this, Song Yong slapped his forehead and closed his eyes in pain.

Then, the gangsters and others who were guarding on the side laughed out loud with a 'haha' in their mouths.

At this moment, their hearts were filled with indescribable joy, mainly because they thought of the kind of sand sculpture-like reaction they had when they were trained by Brother Yong.

Then, this gloating goods didn't last long before Song Yong rushed up in annoyance, and he jumped to the ground directly......

No matter how difficult life is, you must always keep going.

In the same way, no matter what these captives have in their heads, they are filled with mush-like things, and for the success of that big review, Song Yong still has to continue training.

Squatting alone on the side, chewing gum in his mouth, Song Yong drew circles on the ground depressedly.

I want to use this unique way to relieve the depression in my heart.

It took a little time, and when the chewing gum was tasteless, he not only adjusted his emotions, but also sorted out a little training method.

First of all, he urgently needs to do the problem of making these sand sculptures proficient in remembering the left and right directions.

In fact, the sages of the modern plane have a lot of experience in this: for example, just roll up one of the trouser legs.

And when he was training hooligans and others, Song Yong also used this method.

The problem is that the gangsters and others were wearing strips of brightly colored leggings on their thick legs at that time, although it was a little more difficult to roll them up, there was always a trouser leg for them to roll up.

However, these captives, in this early summer weather, basically wore a hide around their waists.

They have a woolen leg on their leg that can be rolled up.

Fortunately, after kicking over the hooligan, Song Yong's confused mind was a little clearer, and he asked all the captives to rub a straw rope and tie it to his right leg.

In this way, the problem of left and right directions is easily solved.

When Song Yong once again shouted a 'turn to the left' command from his mouth, he watched nearly eighty percent of the personnel turn around successfully.

At that time, his poor young man shed tears of excitement.

Then, naturally, he rushed into the queue brandishing a thick wooden stick and whipped the guys who turned wrong.

Secondly, Song Yong felt that he needed to train these guys who were a little basic first.

In the future, this kind of thing of training novices can be handed over to them to do, otherwise, Song Yong estimates that every batch of people he trains will be able to shorten his life for at least two years.

So, the hooligans and others who could still stand by and watch this scene also joined the training with a bitter face.

As pacesetters, they not only demonstrated to the natives, but also worked hard to master their Yongge's training methods as soon as possible.

Now, it's their turn to cry and they can't cry.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the fourth day of Song Yong's residence in the valley.

After three days, for Song Yong and those captives, it was a hellish training, and the first batch of captives were barely trained.

Of course, it means being able to kick down the right step and maintain a basic queue.

Early this morning, the second and last group of captives were also pulled into the valley to be tortured.

It's just that unlike the previous two days, the training officer in charge today has become a hooligan, and this thing is now looking at the chaotic crowd, which is called a life without love.

As for Song Yong's words, in the early morning, he was barefoot with Liuzhi and several other craftsmen, constantly trampling back and forth in a pile of mud.

The red mud that was trampled under his feet was carried back from the waterfall.

Now that Song Yong is idle, he naturally seized the time that was not too abundant and began to plan the pottery business for a long time.

Mainly because of the big military parade a few days later, Song Yong didn't want to give those small goods from the two-dollar store as exquisite gifts as a promise to the guests who came to watch the ceremony.

He thinks that the high-quality salt that better reflects the achievements of the construction of the Gray Rabbit tribe is the best small gift.

And the container used to hold salt, using those bamboo tubes that have been dried and cleaned, does not mean that it is not okay at all.

However, Song Yong felt that if he could use the pottery produced by the Gray Rabbit Tribe, it would probably be more reflective of the cattle fork of the Gray Rabbit Tribe.

So, Song Yong, who estimated that there was still time, took the craftsmen to get busy.

First, after mixing the mud, Song Yong began to demonstrate on a turntable.

For the sake of this current scene, Song Yong did not forget to squeeze out an hour or two of his time in the modern plane, even if he was wrapped in the same embarrassment as a zongzi, and went to the kind of handicraft shop specializing in making pottery.

In the handicraft shop, Song Yong was under the guidance of the boss, but it took a while of effort to make a crooked pottery bowl.

In the end, in the mouth of the boss who was holding back a smile, he got an evaluation that this thing should not leak.

Therefore, in the demonstration that the result was not very good, Song Yong was busy for a whole morning to pinch out a clay pot that was so ugly that he cried.

But even so, the eyes of the craftsmen of the six fingers and others were straight.

Because these indigenous craftsmen, who are accustomed to living a hard life, firmly believe in their hearts: "It's good to be able to use the tools, what should you do if you want to look so good, can you eat them?"

In this way, on the afternoon of the sixth day after Song Yong entered the valley.

When the charcoal fire that had been burning for a long time had not been completely extinguished, Six Fingers and the others didn't care about the hot hands, and pulled off the layer of charcoal fire on top, revealing a formed clay pot below.

Holding this clay pot made by Song Yong, which looks ugly and crying, in this moment of time, the six fingers seem to be holding the most precious treasure in the world.