The forty-sixth day into the eternal world.

Maxwell is related to Wendy.

"Is this it, my poor niece?" Maxwell wanted to get close to the floating ghost, but Abigail stayed away from him.

"Mourn, brother." Wolfgang reassured.

Since Winona and the three came to the base yesterday, Wendy and Maxwell recognized each other, and the magician seemed to be very surprised, but Wendy was not enthusiastic, she didn't even pay much attention to Maxwell, preferring to spend time with Spider and Walter.

"Aren't you afraid of ghosts?" Wilson asked the little spider who was having fun.

"They're all buried in graves." Webber handed his beloved toy robot to Wendy, "Woo~ Webber is not afraid. ”

Walter covered his mouth and smiled, and they invited Wormwood to come and play with him, but little Walm was clearly very distant, and he preferred to spend all his time caring for the seeds.

Walm's backpack was full of seeds and fertilizer, and the first thing he noticed when he arrived here was the farm and Wally's cooking pot.

"Why can't you open it?"

"That's my portable pot," Wally said friendly, "and no one else can use it." ”

"It's stingy." Wormwood muttered, coming to the side of the farm. He planted the seeds, even outside the fields.

"Uncultivated land is not suitable for crop growth." Wally kindly reminded.

Little Worm still planted the seed: "No, that's the seed I planted. ”

Wolfgang and Winona worked together, and although the time was short, they were both good at the work, and they were full of tacit understanding. Because there were more and more partners in the base, one tent was not enough to accommodate all the people, so Wolfgang was setting up a second tent. The second tent was built on the site of the original awning, which Wilson had only repaired, and was ruthlessly demolished. Winona made the fabric out of spider silk and straw rope loops, and she was ingenious that the tarpaulin of the new tent was much more delicate than the old one. Without Woody's help this time, Woody and Maxwell rode a bull out to cut down trees, and the consumption of wood in the base is getting bigger and bigger, and wood is needed for any job, especially when Maxwell also proposes to lay a floor on the ground, which is a lot of requests.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat, everyone!" Wally had made a lunch for ten people, and at the table Wilson noticed that he had been at the base for what he had been doing in the morning.

"It's better to put it on cow's hair, and think, my dear Mr. Woody, how wonderful it is to step on the carpet." Maxwell put meatballs into his mouth with a skewer and was talking to Woody next to him.

"I also like carpets." Winona said yes.

"But that's too extravagant." Wilson shrugged, "It's not supposed to be a priority, isn't it?" ”

"No, no," laughed Maxwell, shaking his head, "it seems that our Mr. Wilson has not the slightest idea of quality of life, and it is not a 'luxury,' but a pleasant flavor enhancer, understand, my friend?" ”

Wilson can't express his agreement, and the base is carpeted, how much cow hair does it have to consume, and now there are so many partners, those cow hairs are not enough for a person and a winter hat, although winter is still far away, but it is always not wrong to plan ahead.

In the afternoon, however, they got into action, and Woody flattened the wood into boards, and Winona, the worker, made them into carpets and spread them in the open space where there was no longer turf. Maxwell stepped on the thick carpet, contented.

Wilson wasn't really against it, he also thought the carpet was a great decoration, especially since Spider and Walter didn't have to sit on the floor anymore, but he didn't agree with it, he thought: What would grandma say if she saw this?

yes, when will the old grandmother come back?