This pine cone broke the calm of the lake like a stone, and after a chaotic sound, a rain of pine cones poured down on the head. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Ansu's body flickered, and he broke a pine branch and waved it quickly, forming a green barrier around his body. All the pine cones that came into contact with this barrier were either knocked away or directly beaten back the way they came.

Squeak squeak --

The two-tailed squirrel was beaten and screamed, jumping up and down to avoid the pine cones that Ansu had struck back, and made a mess. The branches were knocked and shook constantly, and some squirrels accidentally fell to the ground, but as if they had been pricked by needles, they jumped up quickly and crawled back to the tree, squatting on the branches, and once again showed a threatening expression to Ansu, but they didn't dare to shoot casually anymore.

Simon grinned at the cunning little guys, but the captain still had a way to counter violence with violence, and deter them as soon as he made a move. At that time, I should have been tougher, so that I would not be constantly harassed by them in the process of cutting pine branches, and I suffered a little loss.

A few more pine cones were tentatively thrown down, but Ansu gently waved them away. Ansu saw those two-tailed squirrels with their front paws on the branches, pouting their buttocks, and constantly waving their fried tails, trying to make themselves look stronger and more ferocious, but none of them dared to come down.

Ansu glanced at the ground, looked up at the angry squirrels in the trees, and turned to beckon to Simon. Simon immediately staggered over.

An Su pointed to the pine cones scattered around: "Don't waste it, pick them all up." ”

At the end of the cedar forest is a waterfall of relatively small width and small drop, on the opposite side of the waterfall there are a few cedars growing sparsely, and in the distance is a mirror-like smooth cliff, which barely grows except for a few moss marks on it.

Ansu's eyes swept over the stones by the waterfall, and suddenly she noticed a black stone protruding from the rubble. She stepped forward, waded through the cold water, removed the other stones, and lifted it up.

"It's flint."

She struck it with her dagger, sending out tiny sparks.

The stone in Ansuto's hand was basin-shaped, pitch-black and looked very similar to the flint used by the Ammanra, but the flint lacked iron. The main component of flint is silica, and when it collides with iron, it produces sparks. One piece of flint used by the Amanra people may be flint and the other is an ore containing iron. Because the appearance of the two is similar, both are black, but the hardness is different. Flint is harder.

Flint is hard and fractures produce sharp cuts, making it a great way to make stone weapons.

Ansu handed the flint to Simon: "The stone axe you wanted." ”

Although the sky was gloomy and the mountain road was rugged on the way back, the two of them were in a good mood, carrying more than 100 pounds of things on their shoulders, and they still walked steadily and briskly.

After climbing one hill after another, I finally returned to the cave in the middle of the night. The cave without a fire was cold, but Ansu and the others felt a touch of home.

When the fire was lit, Ansu saw a mess on the ground. Previously neatly stacked firewood was thrown everywhere, and the ground was littered with messy footprints. The most unbearable thing is the puddle of water stains on the cave wall, emitting bursts of peculiar smell of urine.

Ansu's eyes showed a cold light, and her brows furrowed. Anyone who comes home and sees their home in a mess is probably not much better.

"It's a pack of wolves." Simon recognized the footprints on the ground.

There was nothing in the cave, and Ansu didn't block the entrance to the cave with something, but they didn't expect to be so spoiled by wolves. It seems that at least one wooden door will have to be installed in the future.

The two of them used the pine branches they had brought back as brooms to clean the cave before carrying what they had brought in. Most of the stuff was hidden in the ice cave, and they didn't bring back much for the time being.

After a day's journey, the cave was cleaned again, and the two were so tired that they really wanted to lie down directly, but the straw mat for sleeping was also a mess, so they had to clean it out together.

"I'll go to the ice cave again to get some grass and fur." Simon said.

Ansu nodded, it could only be so, otherwise they would have to sleep on the stones. After such a toss, most of the night passed again, and the sky began to light up.

"Let's go, I'll go and carry back yesterday's firewood." Ansu said that he added two large logs to the side of the fire, dismantled the ropes on the nets, added some branches, and thick logs, and made a triple falling trap at the entrance.

Simon watched Ansu skillfully set up the triple trap with a tense face, and felt a faint pain in his toes again, a little glad that it was only a few pounds of stones that had hit him before. Now these more than a dozen pounds of logs are smashed down, and the neck may be broken. Simon would now like the wolves to come back so they can have a few more wolf skins.

The cave finally felt at home again, and the two of them drank the pine needle tea held in the husk of the coconut fruit, while cutting the barbecue meat and eating it, their stomachs were full, the fatigue on their bodies faded a lot, and the whole person seemed to be refreshed again.

After resting for a while, Ansu picked up the animal skin bag and stuffed it with a few coconut husks and some bacon.

"I'm going to go to the saline field to collect more salt before the weather gets worse, and you make the wooden door first." Ansu commanded.

"Yes."

The sky was getting more and more gloomy, and as soon as An Su walked out of the cave, a gust of wind blew over, and the animal skin bag on his shoulder almost flew out. An Su hurriedly grabbed it. She pushed her hair behind her ears, and as soon as her fingers loosened, they were blown apart, and they were a mess. Ansu brushed away the messy hair in front of him many times, and finally took out a dagger and cut off a large section of hair, still short hair is clean and neat, and it is inconvenient to grow it.

Ansu tightened the bag on her shoulders and strode into the windy wasteland.

Simon was in charge of making the wooden doors at home. A wooden door is actually a wooden row, but it is combined with other parts. He took some thick trunks of about the same length, put them side by side, placed a crossbar on top, and tied the trunks around the crossbar. Each one is tied separately, so it is less likely to fall apart. If you just tie the trunks together, if one of them is displaced, the others will fall off, and the whole wooden door will fall apart. But now that one is tied and then another, it will be much more stable. It's a bit of work, but it's worth it.

After Simon's efforts, the wooden door has begun to take shape. Simon tied the trunk with rattan bark so strong that he couldn't kick it open. He nodded in satisfaction. (To be continued.) )