In fact, the simplest blower should be bamboo.

The bamboo is hollow, and if you aim one end of the bamboo at the stove, the other end of the bamboo will blow the wind inside, and the fire will be slightly stronger.

But Song Fuling thinks no, what kind of hair dryer is that style.

Doesn't that still have to be aimed at the stove and blow with your cheeks? How much wind can you blow with your mouth, you have to be tired enough to choke, and if you don't do it, you will blow a gray face, and you are tired of always puffing up your cheeks, just like not doing it.

Therefore, she must make one that will save her effort.

When the time comes, she will sit on the small bench in front of the stove in a regular manner, and it will not take much effort to make the flames jump up, and the fire can be more dignified.

Song Poria first used thick branches to dig a long hole in the ground.

Let Mi Shou run back and ask Song Fusheng for a lighter.

When Mi Shou ran back again, the hole had already been dug up, and the hay and branches that Mi Shou had picked up before had also been put into the hole by Song Pocos.

"Sister, what are you doing here?"

"Put it in the hole and set it on firewood, doesn't it keep the wind out? When the wind blows, the little fire in our cave will not be extinguished. ”

Song Poria lit a fire in the cave, squatted on the side, and mud after lit it.

She rubbed a thin strip out of the mud and wrapped it around the hole, the top of the fire. The siege was in the shape of a tube, and only the opening of the hole to stuff firewood into it was exposed, which she thought was equivalent to the fire under the stove in her house.

Then he hurriedly continued to rub the mud strips, piled them on top of the strips he had just enclosed, and his little hands combined the two strips together and flattened them again.

"Sister, what are you doing here?"

"I'm going to make a small kiln. Because we don't care what we do, make bowls, make hair dryers as I said, and after we make them with mud, we have to burn them to make them strong. So our first step is to make a kiln, and then put the finished things in this kiln to burn. It's a mud stove, you know? ”

Qian Mishou was puzzled, "But the stove is very high, why do you rub one long strip after another?" ”

"Isn't this mud, you have a big piece of the kiln body, how can you pile it up all at once, and it will collapse in a while.

And it's not like it's made of bricks, and it's not made of adobe.

Grown-ups won't give our adobe to play with, they'll think we're a scourge to things. We're on our own.

To build pure mud, you have to add a long strip to the top, and cover the kiln body with mud strips a little bit. ”

After Song Fuling finished speaking, she signaled to Mi Shou:

"You put this long mud strip on the long strip that was piled up just now, Mi Shou, you look at the shape of my sister's hand, and then flatten it with your hand at the junction of the two mud strips, every time. When we rub the strips, the fire in the cave can also roast the mud of the new enclosure, and it will not collapse when it is dry. Learned? ”

Qian Mishou glanced at the kiln body that was not three inches high, how did he look at it at this time, how could it not look like a kiln body, and whispered: "I have learned it, but I have learned?" I didn't say that sister, you won't succeed, but changed the word: "But it's so dirty." ”

"Play with mud, dirty, quick, help me rub the mud strips, it's like this, I see if you have learned."

Mi Shou had no choice but to squat in front of the mud pile and rub the mud strips with Song Fuling.

For the first time, Xiaowa stretched out her two little hands into the thin mud, her whole little face wrinkled, and her little brows were slightly wrinkled, with a painful look.

It's so dirty.

Song Fuling didn't pay attention to her brother's expression, but only sincerely admired:

My brother is really smart, he can remember what he hears, and he can see what he sees.

With the two little hands that were pointed, the mud strips were really good, and when the newly rubbed mud strips on the three-centimeter kiln body, the younger brother was not stupid at all, and he knew that he would avoid some of the fires that were burning below, so as not to be burned.

Okay, you can leave with peace of mind and throw this stall to Mi Shou.

"I'll be back in a while, you can rub it here."

After Song Lingling finished speaking, she ran in the direction of the thatched house.

When Song Fuling ran home, the team delivering food arrived, and it was also the busiest time for everyone.

You think, thousands of catties of grain, someone has to unload the car, have to respond, have to scale, have to scale, have to scale, Grandpa Song has to record, there are many people in the food delivery team, plus they have many people, how crowded and lively the thatched house must be.

Some children can't see the height of their eyebrows, and they are all beaten up, and adults dislike the little baby for making trouble.

That's it, the food has not been delivered yet, and only a few thousand catties were sent on the first trip.

The housekeeper of Ren Mansion, who led the team, said that Ren Ziqi would buy all the grain in three days, so he would send it in three days, and asked Song Fusheng to write a receipt every time he responded.

He also told that they had actually set out from Fengtian City a long time ago, and they came out in the morning, but the bridge here was broken and they couldn't cross the river, so they could only walk around the mountain from the entrance of the village, and it took two hours to go around the distance.

Song Fuling only listened to it for a few ears, then walked to the side and went straight to the stacked wood.

She found a thick tree that looked very old, picked up the bark from the tree, picked the thickest bark on the tree, and after picking off a few pieces, she pulled a small handful of hay ropes, and ran to her second uncle, Song Fuxi, and picked up a wooden board as big as a cutting board, clamped it under her armpit, and left here with acceleration.

Song Fuling ran fast, mainly because she was afraid that her grandmother would find her, and it was time for her to work and carry food.

After all, at the moment, most of the strong laborers are logging in the mountains, and some of them are ploughing the land in the ground, and some are pouring gourds, so the women have to go up, you see that Sister Peach Blossom and her girls are tired, and you see that the half-grown children who should be responsible for burning charcoal in the distance have been called back.

She didn't want to carry a food bag, she couldn't carry it.

Not to mention, Mrs. Ma really saw her little granddaughter, so she opened her mouth to call Song Fuling, but unfortunately her little granddaughter was extremely fast, and the corners of her clothes were blown by the wind, and she ran away in a gust of wind.

"Alas, this kid doesn't know where to play again." Mrs. Ma muttered.

Song Lingling ran back, her eyes lit up: "Wow, little brother, you are so capable and powerful." ”

Just look at the mud strips, the base plus up, has been built seven or eight centimeters high, the base of the kiln body has been built.

Mi Shou was also very happy, he was too short before, and he couldn't see what it was, but through his own efforts, his squatting legs were weak, and he also found that the kiln in the shape of the original furnace tube could be built, he was so powerful, especially his sister's praise was so straightforward, he was very rare to hear.

Mi Shou's little face turned red with excitement, and his two little hands rubbed the mud harder.

And Song Lingling didn't just boast about it, she grabbed a handful of mud, kneaded it, and rubbed it more than a dozen times, and a gold ingot-style mud appeared in the palm of her hand:

"Oh, reward you, wait for me to pinch a few more for you, throw them in our small kiln and burn them, they will not crack when they are sintered, and then we will find a way, well, just make them silver and gold, and put them on our windowsill."

Mi Shou's smile froze, my sister was so naïve, "But you can't use it if you pinch it, it's always fake, my sister has the kung fu to pinch it, and she can rub out a mud strip." On the windowsill of our house, my aunt said that we have to use potted onions. ”

“……”

When did you say planting onions? How did she not know?

No, no, no, that's not the point, how can Song Lingling think it's useless to pinch it?

Mi Shou, you are only five years old, how spicy is it not cute, you don't understand fun.

When she is free, she really pinchs, and there is always something to appreciate, for example, her milk.

Hahaha, she wants to give her a room of fake gold and silver ingots.

Imagining that picture, Song Fuling pursed her lips and smiled, but the action of working with her two hands did not stop, squatting in front of the fire in the hole, one is to check whether there are any gaps in the kiln body of Mi Shou, and the other is to roast and dry the two pieces of bark of similar size on her hands.

After drying, Song Poria slowly cut a gap between the two pieces of bark with sharp small stones, and the two pieces of bark were cross-shaped, which was the fan blade made of cross.

Then he stood up, went to the branch of the burning tree that Mi Shou had picked up before, and pulled out a wooden stick of the right length.

Hold the wooden stick upright with your legs, or use a small stone, at one end of the stick, a little down, smash and split one end of the stick, and then take out the hay rope that you just came out of your pocket, insert the finished bark fan leaves on the stick, tie it with a straw rope, and tie it strongly, "Mishou, look?" ”

Mi Shou has been working hard and doing it seriously, but when he looked up, his sister made a "windmill".

That's right, in the eyes of children, a long stick is inserted in the fan blade, running against the wind, and the shape is like a windmill.

"This is what you said about the hair dryer, sister?"

Song Fuling shook her head, far behind.

While reminding Mi Shou to speed up the kiln body, she grabbed several large pieces of mud with both hands and threw them on the wooden planks she had brought from the second uncle.

Wooden boards, in fact, are useless.

But Song Fuling thinks that if you want to do it, you either don't do it, and you have to look good if you want to do it.

The wooden board is her worktop.

On her countertop, Song Poria made a wok out of mud, which is more similar to a gourd scoop for scooping water.

It's just that whether it is a "wok" or a gourd scoop, the handle is hollow, and then a small circle is cut out in the middle of the "wok" body.

In this case, just wait for the kiln, wait for the kiln to be built, put the "pot" in it and burn it, burn it dry and sinter it firmly, take it out, put it on the ground and turn the pot upside down, and put the "windmill" on the ground from the round eye of the inverted pot body, and then the hollow core pot handle, aimed at the stove, she rubbed the wood inserted in the "windmill", and the fan blades could not be turned inside.

No, Song Fuling shook her head first and denied herself.

She had to make a base, stick the stick at the end of the fan blade into the base, and spin it back and forth in the base.

Then that's called really successful, when the fan blade is in the inverted "wok", rub the wooden stick with your hand, the fan blade will turn up in the pot, and turn it up with your hand, the "wok" handle, when the time comes to the fire, the wind will blow over, how strong the fire is, hahahaha.

Song Fuling laughed in her heart and finished pondering, so she hurriedly sped up to make the fan blade base, and it was at this time that many children ran over.

"Fat sister, what are you doing?" Garlic Miaozi, who was disgusted by the adults just now, asked.

Song Fuling said that we are doing a very meaningful thing, and if it is done, it will save us a lot of things. In the future, when you reach the age of helping adults burn wood and water, you will be very grateful to me. Now, I declare that I will let Mi Shou teach you, and you will call Mi Shou a master, and you will all work for me.

Yaya squatted next to Mi Shou: "Master, what are you doing?" ”

Well, a few minutes later, seventeen children were rubbing mud sticks together.

Song Fuling was afraid that the children would be cold, so she kindly lit a big fire for the little ones, and asked everyone to squat next to the fire and rub the mud seriously.