The orcs used some thick branches and branches that had just fallen not long ago, and the dry branches were too brittle to break easily, and they could not be used to craft weapons and supplies. Burning Word Pavilion

The middle-aged orc slapped his chest: "Ji Nuan Witch Doctor, don't worry, this matter will be left to me, and I will definitely collect these things back as soon as possible." ”

Ji Nuan smiled and nodded: "I want a lot of money, and the cave you dug yesterday will be full." ”

The middle-aged orc's jaw moved, and he almost didn't fall off, so he could only scratch his head: "I will let the clansmen work hard to collect." ”

Ji Nuan nodded: "Then this matter will trouble the patriarch." ”

The orc laughed twice, turned into an orc and ran towards his tribe, he wanted to go back and tell the tribesmen about it, if they did well this time, there would be no need to worry about the food in the cold season this year.

"This soil is very sticky, and I hope it won't crack if you burn it with fire."

Xiu Yan chuckled: "What's wrong with the crack?" Nuan Nuan is afraid of falling down and becoming a roast? ”

Ji Nuan squinted his eyes and looked at the angry silver wolf beside him: "Anyway, the desert wolf is tired of eating these days, so you can just try whether the silver wolf beast meat is delicious." ”

The low laughter of the orcs came from the throat, and the female was dumb, sexy don't want it.

Ji Nuan secretly stabilized his mind: "Riot." ”

The orc's deep eyes glanced at her, and he picked up a small mud ball in his hand and handed it to Ji Nuan: "Do you want to warm you?" ”

Looking at the clay figure in front of him with a five-short figure and two ears, Ji Nuan's heart refused: "I'm much better looking than her." ”

Xiu Yan withdrew his big hand and looked at it: "It's obviously the same." ”

Ji Nuan was in a hurry, leaving three mud handprints on the orc's cold cheeks, and then laughed out loud when he looked at the orc's rare embarrassed appearance.

Xiu Yan glanced at her dotingly, silently picked up a small ball of mud, pinched his tail, and pressed it on the body of the little clay figure in his hand.

Ji Nuan also pinched a little mud cub according to the way Xiu Yan looked when he became a little cub, but no matter how he looked at it, he looked like a dog.

In the end, a weak-hearted female who was afraid of being ruthlessly destroyed by the orcs still chose to destroy the corpse and mix the cubs made of mud in her hands into the mud bricks.

In the end, according to the appearance of his partner's handsome orc, he pinched a clay figure with difficulty.

An orc said that although he was not as handsome as his real self, he could barely take a look.

Looking at the smile that the corners of the orc's mouth couldn't hide, Ji Nuan secretly despised it in his heart.

I don't admit it on my lips, but my body is very honest, and the smile on my face is so obvious.

The production of mud bricks was completely beyond Ji Nuan and Xiuyan's expectations, and the previous successful one still had some cracks, but the ones made after that were very perfect.

The mud bricks used to build the ondol had been fired, and the two beasts went back to the place where they had discarded the stones, which were all stones that had been cleared by the Shah tribe from digging caves.

Xiu Yan picked a few large stones and polished them into stone slabs of similar thickness and laughter, which were to be made into kang noodles.

When building the ondol, Ji Nuan cheekily requisitioned some Maomao their forage.

Chop these licorice into sections, mix them in the yellow mud, and use the yellow mud to bond the mud bricks while laying the bricks, and finally burn them dry. Pen God Pavilion