The road home is not so easy to walk, and although I want to get home as soon as possible, the road under my feet is not so smooth.

The rough road, the cold wind, the lurking beasts, and many other constraints made it impossible for Zhang Xiangyang to run.

The bamboo gun plays the role of a crutch more often, his hands are a little red and swollen from the cold, and his heavy body is no longer as weak as before, and he climbs a rock steadily and slowly.

Cross the creek, walk through the weeds that hide the rats and bugs, and climb the mountains.

Before the sky began to darken, Zhang Xiangyang, who was carrying a heavy load, returned to the range of Changzhu Mountain.

Within 300 meters of the vicinity of Changzhu Mountain, there is no green vegetation and shrubs, and there are only rocks and earthen walls here.

A large wild boar with a large physique like a baby elephant walked towards Zhang Xiangyang, stopped a meter or two away from Zhang Xiangyang, and sniffed at Zhang Xiangyang with its head up, as if looking for food.

Zhang Xiangyang ignored the big boar and continued to walk towards the ladder.

When the big wild boar saw Zhang Xiangyang leaving, he lowered his head and continued to look for food.

Whether it's grass roots hiding in the soil or hibernating bugs, they can't escape the wild boar's keen sense of smell.

The nearby clods of earth were turned open by the big boar with its thick, hard nose, and shallow dirt pits were everywhere.

Not only that, but the big boar itself had already made a pit of dirt by rolling and rubbing in the sleeping place with its thick-skinned body.

The boar also began to grow long hairs, which were not long and could barely cover the cortex.

Winter should be coming......

Lingling laboriously pushed aside the basket containing iron ore with both hands, and said to Zhang Xiangyang who came up: "Brother Xiangyang, go in and warm up, I'll clean up here." ”

"Good!"

Zhang Xiangyang is also very cold, and the ladder ore does not need to be moved into the house.

Zhang Bin Zhang Han was burning a fire on the side of the leeward house, and when he heard Zhang Xiangyang coming up, Zhang Han walked out.

Zhang Bin's legs and feet are not completely good, and now he needs to walk with the help of crutches, but it should be about the same in half a month.

When Zhang Han saw Zhang Xiangyang, he smiled and said, "Your nose is very cold, like Santa Claus with a red nose." ”

Zhang Xiangyang smiled helplessly, "You are not much better, I will bring back some iron-rich ore, you can take a look, if it is useful, I will go again tomorrow." ”

"Good!" Zhang Han didn't continue to talk to Zhang Xiangyang, and walked to Lingling.

Zhang Xiangyang lifted the straw curtain, and after entering the room, he felt that the temperature was rising rapidly, and there was a hot temperature.

At first, I was a little uncomfortable, but after a few seconds, I felt a numb feeling from my frozen hands, feet, and body.

The blood on his body began to flow normally, and the skin that was stung by the cold gradually soothed.

The back of the finger and hand was numb and painful, and it hurt for a while, and it hurt to the heart.

Transparent nasal water fell from his nose, and the speed was so fast that Zhang Xiangyang couldn't react, and he didn't have time to block it.

It's not hard to breathe, it's not like a cold, it's just a simple cold, a natural reaction.

It's like having a runny nose when you cry.

Zhang Xiangyang touched his nose, wiped his somewhat wet nose with his fingers, and walked inside.

Wu Sang is sifting through the clay, and the clay used to make the blast furnace needs to be more delicate, free of debris and large particles.

No nests were found nearby, so they couldn't get clay from the nests, so they had to figure it out on their own.

Clay is needed as much as bamboo, not only for stoves and houses, but also for water tanks and bowls.

Jiang Ruyun and Wan Jing are also helping, while Lu Shiqin is busy in the fruit room.

Wu Sang saw Zhang Xiangyang walking to the side of the fire to roast the fire, so he said, "How is the situation today?" ”

"Good, found some iron-rich iron ore." Zhang Xiangyang sat on the animal skin cushion, faced the flames with his hands, and began to roast the fire.

Wan Jing put down the matter in her hand and walked to Zhang Xiangyang's side

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