Each group marched out and rushed to its own position.

Mo Wen also stood up at this time, patted the dust behind him, and was about to move, when he suddenly remembered that he hadn't assigned a job to himself!

So he hurriedly grabbed the old man Sun who was walking in front and asked.

Old man Sun shook his hand and said disapprehantly: "You are now a guest in the village, how can there be any reason to let the guests work?"

After that, you will leave him behind and go to your own devices. But seeing his lost look, he couldn't bear it, so he said, "If you really want to help, then follow me." ”

"Yes, yes!" Mo Wen waited for him to say this, and then followed him in a staggered manner.

After consulting along the way, Mo Wen learned about the specific work content and process of their group, to put it bluntly, it is very simple: in fact, it is to dig some yellow mud back, add water to reconcile after grinding, step on it repeatedly, and add small pieces of straw rolled into small sections in the process. This whole process is called scalding.

The scalded mud can be used for bonding and filling between stones, and can also be used to build walls and make adobe.

"Can this yellow clay be strong for bonding?" asked Mo.

The old man snorted in his nostrils, and said disdainfully: "My ancestors have been like this for generations, you say it's not firm, right?

"Right now...... Isn't this all down?"

This is called which pot is not opened, which pot is not mentioned - it just slapped him in the face, didn't it?

The old man glared angrily, "That's a natural disaster!"

"That's not a natural disaster, it's actually a man-made disaster...... but Mo Wen can only say it in his heart.

"What you said is not entirely unreasonable, although this material is simple to make and low cost, its performance does have shortcomings. One is that the viscosity is not enough, and the other is that it is not durable and easy to crack, so it is necessary to repair it frequently in the follow-up......" After the old man's anger subsided, his words were much more pertinent, "The really good adhesive material should be made of white ash, fine sand and yellow mud, which should be evenly blended in a certain proportion." If this method is properly operated, it can make the building compact, strong, and durable, even though it will not fall for thousands ......of years!

"What is a pity?" Mo asked.

Old man Sun sighed lightly and said, "It's a pity that we don't have the material of white ash here at all......"

"Where is that?"

"White ash needs to be in the volcano. It is a white powder from magma erupted by an active volcano, calcined at high temperatures, and cooled by rocks. And where did we come from......" the old man sighed again.

"Oh......" Mo Wen didn't seem to understand, but at least he understood one thing, that is, why Hao Haisheng asked this bad old man in front of him who seemed to be unable to bear it to take charge of this work, his knowledge in this area is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The location of the yellow mud digging is far farther than Mo Wen imagined.

From the beginning of their journey, they had been walking south, talking and talking, before they climbed the slope of the first mountain, and according to Old Man Sun, they had to climb over three mountains before they could reach their destination.

At this rate, I am afraid that half a day's work will be spent on a trip back and forth. How many loads of yellow mud can these dozen or so people load back in a day?

"If it's just me, it's a matter of moments to travel this distance. But I am alone, and I can't hold much at a time, and if I go back and forth hundreds or thousands of times a day, I have to be tired and half dead! Could it be that I emptied the storage bag to fill it with yellow mud? Thinking about it, I was a little reluctant...... "muttering in my heart, and the person had unconsciously fallen to the back of the line.

"Young man...... Foot ...... No, no...... That's how it goes...... Road...... Are you tired?" said a square-faced man in front of him, turning to him.

His mouth was slurred when he spoke, which made Mo Wen a little inaudible.

On closer inspection, it turned out that this person was chewing something while talking alive, and there was still a grain of rice sticking to his chin - it was a glutinous rice ball in the morning.

"Sticky rice balls...... Sticky rice balls...... Glutinous rice ......" Mo Wen repeated these words in his mouth, and he seemed to think of something in his head, but he couldn't really think about it, and he looked dizzy!

At this time, I heard someone say: "Niu Dali, you take care of yourself first, look at you-the mouth is filled with things and nonsense, it is not good to speak, this is better, let the glutinous rice stick to the teeth, and it will become a stammer!"

After thinking for a while, he rushed forward, and like a ray of light, he crossed the crowd and arrived at the front of the line.

"Just now...... That...... What is that......" Niu Dali looked at the person who had just laughed at him in disbelief, this time he really stammered.

"No...... No...... Know, maybe dazzled...... It's gone!" the other rubbed his eyes vigorously......

"Uncle Sun, Uncle Sun, I have come up with a way!" Mo asked.

"You kid startled me and made a small oil bottle for a long time, why did you blink an eye and rush to the front?"

"Alas, if I tell you something serious, you can say that you don't listen!"

"Tell me about it. ”

"Didn't we talk about how to make adhesive materials...... Just now, I suddenly remembered that there was a local method on my original continent, maybe I could give it a try?"

"Oh, tell me about it!" the old man was a little interested.

"Before I talk about this method, let me ask you a question!"

You ask. ”

"Do you people here often feed on glutinous rice?"

The old man thought for a moment and shook his head, "It's okay to eat that thing occasionally, but if you eat it often, you can't do it—it's not digested!"

"Is there any glutinous rice in the village?"

"Why do you mention it? Do you want to eat glutinous rice? You weren't happy to let you eat it in the morning, but now you want to eat it?" he hesitated and touched into his arms, "I still have the remaining half of the bite here, if you don't want it?"

"Don't talk nonsense! I'm asking if there is any glutinous rice in the village?" Mo Wen was a little excited.

"Yes, of course there is!" Without waiting for Old Man Sun to answer, the villagers on the side immediately interjected: "Not only is this year's glutinous rice basically not moved, but even last year's old rice still has a few stones left! This thing is eaten once or twice a year, that is, during the Dragon Boat Festival and the New Year, and no one usually wants to touch it!"

"That's for the best!"

"What the hell are you trying to say, kid is beating around the bush. If you have a fart, just let it go!" Old man Sun was a little impatient, thinking that this kid was deliberately hanging people's appetite.

"Then I'll let it go...... Well, when I was on the 'outside' continent, I also lived by the sea. Our people there build a dam along the coastline to prevent high tides and tsunamis......"

"I know this!" the old man nodded, waiting to hear what he had to say.

"How do you know?

"Hmph!" The old man straightened his stiff body and said with a disdainful face: "The old man has lived for a long time, and there is naturally no shortage of knowledge and hearing!"

"That's it!" the villager next to him immediately chimed in.

"You! get up!" Mo Wen secretly scolded "sycophant", straightened his color, and continued: "Do you think, what a terrifying impact force it is when the waves hit, the embankment can not only be carried but also stand for thousands of years, it can be seen how strong it must be, right?"

"Reasonable!"

"And do you know what material this levee is made of?"

"Could it be a stone?" said humane.

"Who doesn't know that it's made of stone? Is it possible to use wood? I mean, what kind of adhesive material is used in between?"

"Oh, which one?" Old Man Sun's eyes began to glow.

Mo Wen smiled mysteriously, didn't answer first, and put his hand on the placket of his chest......

Old man Sun was stunned, only to feel that a soft glutinous hand pressed to his chest, and he immediately reacted, his eyes widened and said, "Could it be a glutinous ......?"

"It's glutinous rice milk!" Mo asked.

"You...... How did you find out?" asked the old man eagerly.

"That's a long ...... to say"

"Then make a long story short!" the old man's eyes warned him: "I'm in a hurry!

"My previous landlord, that is a middle-aged lady who is so fat that there is only meat left all over her body, and she also likes to wear makeup, and the powder is ......" Seeing that Old Man Sun's hands had pinched his throat, he knew that he was really going to be ruthless!

"Don't worry! Don't worry! It's about to get to the point!" he dodged quickly, so as not to be locked by the sharp claws, "This woman has repeatedly asked me to raise my rent, and once I was in a hurry, so I said, 'Why do you charge me such an expensive rent in this broken bamboo house, and you don't lose your heart?' Guess how she answered? The bamboo house is true, but do you know that this bamboo house was built by my dead ghost husband before his death, he was originally a plasterer's livelihood, and he knows this well, the foundation of this bamboo house is made of stone bricks, and glutinous rice juice is mixed with fine sand for bonding, which is difficult and abnormal, and will not fall down for a hundred years! This is like a flood control dam by the sea, and he refers to this method......'"

At this moment, Old Man Sun seemed to be frozen, motionless...... After a long time, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a few words stiffly came out of his mouth: "Since this method is the case, why don't you say it earlier!"

......

In front of the mountain camp.

Aunt Li and a group of women were squatting on the ground picking up vegetable leaves, when they suddenly saw a group of people hurrying past them.

Aunt Li opened her throat and shouted, "Uncle Sun, didn't you go to the south to pick up soil, why did you come back so soon?"

"Don't go, don't go!" Old man Sun lowered his head, and his pace did not slow down in the slightest.

"Then where are you going?" Aunt Li was still asking behind her.

"By the sea!" shouted Old Man Sun: "Pick sand!"

"Strange! Urgent, why are you still so impatient at such an old age......?"

Suddenly, a scene that surprised her appeared-Old Man Sun, who should have run away early, turned back sweating profusely, came to her and gasped and asked, "Do you still have our glutinous rice?"

"What's the matter? I'm hungry again, and I haven't had breakfast for long......"

"I'm talking about glutinous rice!" the old man angrily took out the remaining half of the glutinous rice ball from his arms, "I don't mean it!"

"Oh...... Yes...... Yes......" Aunt Li was a little confused.

"Then you remember, from today onwards, oh no! From now on, this glutinous rice can no longer be used for cooking and eating—not a single grain!

"Oh, oh!" Aunt Li saw that he was serious, so she had to nod her head like a wave drum!

"Remember! remember—" Before the words could be finished, the man ran out again......