Migration!

Or rather, it's not a migration, it's just a move that is a little farther away.

Taking advantage of the wind as soon as the wind rose, Mo Xiaobai asked many savages to pack up all the things they could eat and use, and hurried towards the headwind together.

Before we could get a mile, the wind became more and more fierce.

At this time, when he turned his head again, half of the mountain was burning, and there was no lack of the roar of some wild beasts in it. Although it was a very rare beast barbecue party over there, Mo Xiaobai felt that his life was still important.

BBQ and the like, I'll talk about it later.

When everyone walked out of Wuli, the fire had already begun to spread to the area where Mo Xiaobai and many wild people had lived before.

At the same time, showers followed from the sky.

However, even a sudden rainstorm could not immediately extinguish the burning mountains.

Mo Xiaobai could only brave the rain to continue his journey, at least until he found the next living area with mountains and rivers and abundant materials, he couldn't stop.

This walk is a day and a night.

Out of the rainstorm range, I came to a lake.

For finding a more suitable place to live so quickly, Mo Xiaobai can only be said to be a fluke. But before he could tell the people to get back to work and try to build a better home, he saw a very bad news.

There were three wild men, who fell ill.

Cold, fever!

"Fire, go find firewood and make a fire."

"Fish, you take them to the lake to catch fish, remember, you can only go to the lake, you are not allowed to go in."

"Fruit, distribute the rest of the fruit to everyone, we have to eat first, and only when we are full can we have the strength to do things."

After getting along for a few days, Mo Xiaobai and the smartest savages in this group of people can already communicate simply.

He showed them what he wanted to express, and several savages with useful names shouted and agreed, and then each brought a group of savages to work in a division of labor.

Hulala walked away a wild man, and the rest of Mo Xiaobai didn't let them be idle.

took out pieces of pointed stones, and Mo Xiaobai led them to start digging and digging pits.

The purpose of digging the pit is not to make a grave, but to make a simple pottery kiln.

The backpack was sealed like all the storage equipment, and Mo Xiaobai couldn't directly take out the medicine for the sick savage, what he could do now was to find a way to make a container that could hold water, and then boil some hot water.

If possible, it may be better to get some hot fish soup.

When a soil pit with a length and width of two meters and a depth of thirty or forty centimeters was dug out, Mo Xiaobai directly used the dug soil and water to stir it.

Knead the mud with your hands to make a basin.

Because the yield of this kind of clay kiln is completely bottomless, Mo Xiaobai can only get more.

Once you've got it, find a place with the best light and let the sun dry it as much as possible.

When the sun began to set in the west, Mo Xiaobai finally stopped, and at the same time put the fifteen mud embryos that he had made at the beginning into the soil pit. Then long logs are placed on top of the pit, leaving only a few gaps.

This is followed by layers of fallen leaves, and finally a bonfire.

"I hope it works."

His eyes moved from the fire to the three wild men lying on his side next to him, although they had only been together for a few days, Mo Xiaobai still hoped that they could survive.

On the contrary, the three savages did not say much, but showed a comforting look in their eyes.

Mo Xiaobai shook his head when he saw it, maybe only the simplicity of the mind that has not yet been enlightened can be so calm about death.

The bonfire burned until the sun set in the evening, and Mo Xiaobai began to peel off the ashes.

The soil pit is very hot, and Mo Xiaobai estimates that the temperature should be enough.

What is really uncertain is whether the adobe will be successfully made into pottery, and whether there will be enough sunlight for a short time.

Pick apart the charcoal wood one by one, and the eyes are full of messes.

It's all cracked!

Sweeping over the many clay pots at a glance, Mo Xiaobai's heart sank suddenly.

That's the result!

Although Mo Xiaobai had expected that he might do useless work, the facts in front of him still made him powerless for a while.

He is a plane god admired by billions and billions of players!

A super lord who rules over millions of people!

As soon as you stomp your feet, which surrounding dynasty should not be shaken?

But now, I can't even make a clay pot.

It's just that I have a fever and a cold after the rain, and I can't treat it myself!

"Human, what's the use of a lord like me?"

Shaking his head in frustration, Mo Xiaobai planned to clean up these pits.

You can't save people, so you can be a warm bed for the living, right?

With such a thought, Mo Xiaobai ignored the temperature of the cracked pottery and took them out one by one.

Then, when the sixteenth is obtained.

Mo Xiaobai was suddenly stunned.

The clay pot in his hand is actually only a little cracked at the top of both sides, and the perimeter and bottom are intact!

Seeing this clay pot, Mo Xiaobai showed a smile that was more ugly than crying for the first time.

"Ha~"

"Haha~"

"Hahahaha~"

Mo Xiaobai's unbridled smile quickly alarmed the other savages, and many savages stared at him inexplicably.

It wasn't until Mo Xiaobai walked to the lake with a pottery pot that was more than ninety percent intact and filled most of the lake water that the wild man followed and shouted in amazement.

"It's Tao!"

This time, a short savage beside Mo Xiaobai quickly learned this pronunciation:

"Tao!"

"Haha~ That's right, it's Tao, and you will have Tao in the future." Mo Xiaobai, who was in a good mood in an instant, quickly walked to another bonfire and set up a small stove.

Boiling water!

While boiling water, Mo Xiaobai also took out the last two clay pots that were also not more than one percent damaged.

One is put in the fish to boil the soup, and the other continues to boil the water.

After doing this, Mo Xiaobai went into the dwarf forest in the west again.

Since the sky is endless, maybe you can still find something.

Maybe it was Mo Xiaobai's luck, or maybe the lives of this group of savages should not be extinguished, Mo Xiaobai lowered his head step by step and searched, and he really found a herb that he had seen in Dong Zhen.

"Wild perilla grass can not only suppress fever and cold, but also taste very good, and it can be eaten as wild vegetables."

With two, Mo Xiaobai quickly picked more than a dozen perilla trees and returned to the lake.

Wash it and tear it into the pot, not only the sick savages will eat, but those who are not sick can also drink some herbal juice to prevent it.

This night, Mo Xiaobai took many savages to drink the first sip of hot soup.

The savages who drank the hot soup slept peacefully, while Mo Xiaobai stayed by the three sick savages until their foreheads began to cool down after the three of them sweated, and then they happily nodded and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Mo Xiaobai was woken up by the noise of savages.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a patient who was supposed to be lying down crouching in front of him.

There was not much gratitude in his eyes, but he was full of curiosity.

"Good morning, lucky guy."

Mo Xiaobai reached out and rubbed his head, then looked at the other two. Although the recovery is not as good as the guy next to him, it seems that they are all out of the clutches of death.

A pleasant sense of accomplishment rushed to Mo Xiaobai's brain.

Getting up from the ground, Mo Xiaobai made a new decision:

"Today, I'm going to teach you."

"Crafting tools!"