Mo Yi'er gave birth to Xiao Yanzi and did confinement according to these, and she was also bored at that time. But after all, she survived, and she didn't leave anything wrong. She really cares about Fujishiba, so naturally she wants her to follow this.

Fujishiba had no choice but to put his hand away and lie on the warm kang and watch them busy. The bottom of her heart is even warmer, Mo Yier's concern is like her mother. Moreover, Mo Yi'er knows a lot, and she believes that Mo Yi'er must be right to let her do this. Unintentionally, Fujishiba has begun to trust Mo Yier unconditionally, even if Mo Yier lets her die, she will feel that it is for her good!

After making a few pairs of boots with mille-feuille soles, Mo Yi'er found a piece of white sheepskin, took out a homemade charcoal, and went to find the tribe's clansmen with Simola.

Although not all the clansmen are here, the footprints are from this side, probably among the people who are working. She came to ask these people first!

"Everyone, stop!" Simora shouted loudly, and some people immediately stopped, and some people continued to work until they saw that everyone around them had stopped. This kind of person is the so-called hated work, as long as he sees the work in his eyes, he wants to finish it immediately.

Everyone stopped to look at Mo Yi'er and Simella, waiting for them to speak.

Mo Yi'er looked around for a moment and spoke: "I shouted to stop everyone, I have a good thing to do for you." In the future, when you walk and work in the snow, you will not feel cold feet! ”

"What is it? Didn't you already teach us how to make boots last time? "There are clansmen who shouted out, the simplest boots all tribes have learned from each other, so it is not surprising!

"It's about the same as boots, but it's much better than boots, come and see!" Mo Yi'er took the boots and handed them to the several tribal leaders standing in front. There are so many people, can't everyone see them one by one, as long as these leaders think it's good, will the clansmen still oppose it?

The mille-feuille boots were seen in turn among these people, but there was not much of a response. Mo Yi'er asked them to try the boots they could wear, of course, what Simora made for her, and what she made for Simola had already been put away.

If someone wears it, the size is not just right, but it can walk normally. After walking a few laps, I discovered the benefits of this boot. "This is good, I don't feel cold on my feet at all!"

"Oh, it's not! That's great! ”

Now, everyone loves the boots. The leader Yu even quipped: "Is the leader of Mo Yier going to give us these boots?" ”

"Yes, of course!" Mo Yi'er immediately agreed, but everyone was taken aback.

"Leader Mo Yi'er, are you serious?" While the simple shoes are easy to make, not everyone will do them for everyone else. And with such good boots, they know that it must have taken more effort. Will Mo Yi'er really give it to them?

"Seriously, when did I, Mo Yi'er, tell a lie? I just think that if you put on these boots, you can work quickly, and when people from outside call, we will also meet them, and we will not be afraid of them. As soon as Mo Yi'er said this, everyone understood, this is her coming to win people's hearts!

This makes sense, and there is no doubt about it.

Next, Yusmola said that he wanted to measure the soles of his feet, and some of his people lined up to measure them one by one.

Mo Yi'er pulled 1 branch for Simo, and she drew a scale on the branch herself. There are numbers on the scale, and Mo Yi'er told him where is 12345...... After reading it out from the silk powder, Mo Yier recorded.

In this way, it doesn't take too long for two people to cooperate, and hundreds of people don't have to wait.

The clansmen are scrambling to measure the soles of their feet, but there are also people who are not in a hurry, this person is the leader Sang.

The leader, San, stood behind everyone, looking thoughtfully at the branch in Simora's hand.

In the end, everyone had weighed it, and the leader Sang stepped forward hesitantly. But instead of measuring the soles of his feet right away, he asked, "Why do you have to measure the soles of your feet?" Can't just do it? ”

Mo Yi'er sneered in her heart, and looked at the feet of the leader Sang quietly, he had a problem! But today, Mo Yier rarely had the patience to explain to him: "These boots with a foundation are different from those boots, only if they fit properly." It's also very fast, and even if an enemy chases you, it won't get in the way! ”

"Don't bother, right? That's pretty much it! ”

"If you don't want to, I also want the people to be good, so I did it for you! If you don't want to, I'll save it! Mo Yi'er said indifferently.

"Then save you, I'll just wear the original boots!" Although the leader Sang made such a decision, his eyes still reluctantly glanced at the boots that were sample shoes. Apparently he wanted it, and such an obvious expression could not make people suspicious. Mo Yi'er felt that it was really easy to play with these people here.

In the end, the leader Sang left, and Mo Yi'er didn't call him.

"The leader has a problem, and he won't let us measure the soles of our feet!" ”

"Humph! If he had generously let us measure, there would have been a few people as big as his feet, so that we would not have to think about it. Mo Yi'er said with a sneer.

"Yes! Still, let's match the soles of these people's feet! Leader's footprints, I'll find a way to get them! ”

"Okay, be cautious!" Mo Yi'er also agreed, comparing by the number jù. As a result, sixteen of the hundreds of people had the same length of soles as the footprints, and six of them were relatively similar in terms of the width of the soles of their feet. Mo Yi'er's drawings of the branches are more accurate, different from the shoes of a few yards and a few yards in the 21st century, but accurate to two decimal places.

After marking the names of these six people, let Silka find a way to find the size of the soles of the feet of the leader San.

She returned to Fujishiba's shed, where several people were busy making zuò boots, not knowing that they were trying to catch spies. They talked and laughed, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Suo Fanya's hands and feet were a little stupid, and the things she made were similar to Mo Yi'er, which made her a little annoyed.

Mo Yi'er smiled when she saw it: "You still don't want to do it, it's better to find a clever man to make boots for you in the future." ”

"Where is there a man willing to make me boots!" Suo Fanya pursed her lips, in fact, it wasn't that no man took a fancy to her, but her vision was a little high. In the past, when I was in the only flower tribe, I liked Qianlong, the best man in the only flower tribe. Now that I have seen more men, I know that Qianlong is nothing, so I don't look down on other men in the Huahua tribe even more.

But Qianlong is very speechless, the Flowing Cliff tribe and the women of their tribe have to exchange food for mating, where can men have more contact with the women of their tribe?