Chapter 20 Straw Shoes?
Fu Yue wanted to take everyone away, but there was no household in this kind of place, and it was difficult to move an inch!
Unless she can take her father and mother to teleport directly to the Sanzhi Realm, it is a pity that her teleportation is also limited by distance, more than thirty kilometers away, teleportation is useless at all.
Therefore, this thought can only be swirled in the heart.
After walking for about a quarter of an hour, I heard a gong: "Rest on the spot!" β
Fu Yue didn't know whether he was cheering or screaming, and sat on the ground with a snort.
The high temperature of the ground burned the flesh through the clothes, and the sharp blades of grass poked into the soft clothes, which was still a little itchy.
But these are nothing compared to sore legs.
Fu Jingming and Shen Huilan also sat down.
Fu Yue hammered his legs: "It's okay to walk all the time, but when I sit down, I feel that my legs and feet are not my own." β
Fu Jingming looked up at the sun, "From 7 o'clock in the morning to noon now, we have been walking for at least 5 hours without stopping!" β
After saying that, he tore it from the hem of his shirt and tied it to his ankle, which had been worn off a layer of skin.
This reduces the friction of the shackles and makes it slightly more comfortable to walk in the back.
Shen Huilan looked down at the shoes of the three of them, and sighed: "Our shoes are all soft-soled and thin-faced embroidered shoes. β
Fu Yue raised his eyes and looked around, and saw that everyone hadn't noticed them, so he whispered: "Daddy, I have our sneakers here, I might as well take them out quietly."
"Yue'er" Shen Huilan hurriedly grabbed Fu Yue's hand and shook her head, "Don't, we are in ancient times now, and there are many people here, so it's best not to take out that kind of thing that doesn't belong to this era." β
Fu Jingming also nodded and said: "When I was in college, I gave your mother, cough, your mother knitted a straw hat, and I also worshipped the master at that time and learned a lot of weaving techniques."
I just saw that there are a lot of vines on the side of the road, which are quite suitable for weaving, and I will see if I can make some straw sandals so that we don't have to grind our feet when we walk. β
Fu Yue's eyes lit up when he heard this, and after asking about the vines, he went to the roadside with Shen Huilan to pick some vines and came back.
Fu Jingming took the vines and picked out some: "These are quite suitable." β
Fu Yue said happily: "Then Dad, you make it up first, and I'll pick up more of this." β
The vines tossed and turned between Fu Jingming's fingers, and for a long time, he didn't make a shoe.
The people nearby saw it and vaguely guessed something, but after seeing Fu Jingming tinkering for a long time, they silently looked away.
Fu Yue came back with a bundle of vines, and what he saw was the unshapedly vines that had been bent in Fu Jingming's hands.
Shen Huilan laughed out loud: "Brother Ming, have you forgotten everything?" β
Fu Jingming scratched his head a little embarrassed, "It's been too long, and I only vaguely remember that it's not quite right to make it up now." β
Fu Yue honestly tied the bundle of vines he brought back and carried it on his back, "Dad, if you can't make it up, forget it, I just heard the official messenger say that we will go into the city in the evening, and when the time comes, I will take the opportunity to go out and buy a few more pairs of sturdy shoes." β
Fu Jingming didn't speak, but continued to weave the vines in his hands, and his brain was also running at high speed, wanting to quickly remember those woven memories.
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A gong sounded accompanied by the voice of the official, "Come and get lunch!" β