Although the weather was sunny on this day, there was mist, and the glow was wrapped around the waterfall, adding a bit of hazy feeling to this beautiful scenery, as if it was in a fairyland.

Simala seemed to be very good at picking stones for grinding tools, Mo Yi'er followed aside, and couldn't help asking, "Simola, where did the stones used by your tribe to polish stone knives come from?" ”

"In a cave."

"Oh? Stones in the cave? ”

"Yes, many years ago, my father discovered this stone, which sharpens the stone knife much sharper than other stones, but it is also a little more laborious to polish."

"Oh! And what about the stones here? Mo Yi'er pointed to a stone that Simala had just picked up and asked.

"This one is also good, it looks good, let's try it, what tool to polish first?"

"To dig a trap, you need a stone pickaxe and a stone shovel, and a piece of wooden stick attached to it will be very convenient." Mo Yi'er drew the shape of the stone pickaxe and the stone shovel on the ground again, and Simola understood that she had found a few stones suitable for polishing.

Polishing stone tools is not immediately good, so be patient. The two of them had more strength, so they came to polish it, and handed over the matter of finding food and making food to Mo Yi'er.

Originally, he said that he wanted to catch fish, but the waterhole under the waterfall here was very deep, and Simala was not worried that Mo Yier would catch fish here by herself, so she gave up.

Mo Yi'er had a different idea from him, he found a tough grass to weave a net, he had seen them weave in the Haimu tribe before, and the first time he tried it, it was not as simple as it seemed at the time, but she didn't give up, there is such a big waterhole here, it is very necessary to have a fishing net, and it is convenient to catch fish in the future, this fishing net is also a daily necessities at home!

When he was tired of grinding, he stood up and moved his stiff neck, and the young people did not sit for a day like the old people, and they could polish the stone tools without moving. When she turned her head, she found that Mo Yi'er was struggling with a grass net that was not like a four. "Mo Yi'er, what are you doing?"

"I want to weave a straw net to use for fishing."

"Fishing?" Simora had only been to the Haim tribe once, and had not been near the sea, so he didn't know about fishing.

"Yes, if you throw this net into the water, you will have a lot of fish in the net." Mo Yi'er gestured, trying to make Simola understand what she meant. But Simala still didn't understand, but for the weaving, because he knitted silkworm clothes, he had more experience than Mo Yi'er, and thought about the draft net for a while, and the two of them started working while studying.

The hand of the silk is very skillful, and the pair of slender white fingers are much more dexterous than polishing. Mo Yi'er said simply: "Simira, this fishing net will be handed over to you, or I will polish it!" ”

"How can this be, you will grind your hands into blisters, I'll come in a while, you put it first."

"I'm not that squeamish, look at my hands." Mo Yi'er stretched out her hands that were already covered with calluses to show Simala, these cocoons were ground out after crossing here.

"Mo Yi'er and I will polish together, we have done it before." The little pompom did not refuse Mo Yi'er to join, and the polishing stone tools would be with him, and the two of them were very close to each other, and he liked it.

Both of them said so, and Silkola had no choice but to speed up and weave fishing nets.

The first stone tool of the small pompom and the fishing net pulled by the silk were completed at the same time, and the sun in the sky was already tilted to the west. If it weren't for the super strength and speed of the small pom-pom, the stone pickaxe would definitely not have been polished so quickly.

Mo Yi'er picked up the fishing net and said to the little pom-pom and Simella, "You guys take a rest first, and I'll try fishing." ”

"Okay."

Fishing is actually not simple, especially fishing on the shore, if it is not for the abundance of fish here and very fat, it will never be caught on the shore. Mo Yi'er looked at the big fish swimming in the depths, and thought to herself that she could set up a raft when she had time in the future, so that she could go into the waterhole to catch the big fish.

After tossing for more than an hour, Mo Yi'er caught four or five fish about a pound on the shore, and during this period, this kind of fish is considered the standard of fish fry, no matter what, there is fish soup to drink at night.

The three of them lived together in the shed, getting up early and going to bed late to fight for the construction of the home, especially harmonious, in the past, the little pom-pom and the silkyra always quarreled, but this has not happened recently, but more help each other.

Ten days later, they had dug about twenty traps in the woods not far from the waterhole, and each place was marked, so that their own people would not fall into it at all. Wooden thorns are also set up in the trap so that the prey will not run away. This is all because of the previous experience of settling in the camp, Mo Yi'er can arrange the dinner like this.

On this day, they finished work relatively early, and the three of them went to the forest to hunt a wild deer to eat, but when they ate it, they couldn't help but feel bitter, and they hadn't eaten for a long time.

Mo Yi'er took two bites of dry barbecue, and couldn't help but speak: "Why don't we go to the Haim tribe to change salt first?" It won't take a few days to get back. ”

"It's okay, Mo Yi'er, you and Simola go to exchange for salt, and I'll stay here and continue to do things." Little Pom-pom took the rare initiative to give up the opportunity to get along with Mo Yi'er and decided to stay in the new territory.

"You stay? Shall the two of us go by Cailing'er? Mo Yier wondered, this is really not the style of small pompoms.

"Well, Cailing'er has grown up a lot, and you two have no problem riding at all."

"Little pom-pom, why don't you go?" Mo Yi'er couldn't help it, but still asked her doubts.

"I can't get close to the Haim tribe, there are people in their tribe who have the ability to sense, Mo Yi'er, don't you remember the last time they wanted to drive me away?"

When the little pom-pom was mentioned, Mo Yier remembered that there was such a thing, and the little pom-pom was still a little pet at that time! But ...... "What kind of sensing ability?" ”

"There are two people in their tribe who have special abilities." For people with special abilities, small pompoms are also perceived.

"Really? How could the Haim tribe have such a powerful person? ”

"It's not a big deal, anyway, I'll panic when I get close to them, and there won't be any danger on the way for you two to go, and I want to build our home quickly." Little Pom-pom glanced at the beautiful scenery in front of the waterfall, there were too many things to do, and he planned to cut all the wood used to build the wooden house before Mo Yi'er and Simmola went to change the salt. As for how to build it, I won't know how to do it until Mo Yi'er comes back.

"Okay, so be it!" Mo Yier is not a procrastinator, and the little pom-pom does this, which can be regarded as believing in her own strength. Now it's no problem for her to face her prey by herself, unless there are some large beasts, but there are also Simra and Cailing by her side, I believe they must have no problem.