After traveling through ancient times, she became a wild woman

Chapter 221 The Wisdom of the Ancestors

This bleak sound frightened the people on the coffee table, and they asked in unison: "What's wrong?"

"Cave." Xiao Se raised his legs and ran towards the cave, extremely panicked, "What about the food like winter melon and canned peaches?"

No one could answer her, because after it rained, the tribesmen all went back to their houses to hide from the rain.

Those who didn't go back to their houses to take shelter from the rain also hid under the big shed. Who would have thought that this kind of thing would happen.

Mushi slapped her thigh anxiously: "Hey, we didn't expect it."

They didn't have the habit of saving food before, they always ate every meal.

The heavy rain came suddenly, and they didn't even think about getting the food on their heads.

Xiao Se rushed into the cave, where Uncle Ishiro and several elderly tribesmen were already inside.

Uncle Ishiro saw the anxious Xiao Se and said hurriedly: "It's okay, it's okay. The fish, animals and bacon are all okay, and there's no water in it."

Xiao Se saw that the stored food was still arranged as well as before, and the big stone on his chest was finally removed.

If something goes wrong with the food, then all the efforts of the Qinglong tribe people in the past two months will be in vain, and everything will really return to the original.

People who have not experienced it will not understand the sadness of having your efforts turned to waste.

Xiao Se breathed a sigh of relief and smiled happily: "That's good, that's good."

The old male Azu said: "I have lived here in this cave for as long as I can remember. There is rain every year, but there has never been any rainwater entering the cave. Our ancestors were very careful. This cave is very nice.”

The Qinglong tribe has experienced four generations, and Ye Feng is the fourth generation leader.

Their first-generation clan leader chose a cave, so naturally he had to choose a cave that could not be entered by rainwater in order to settle his clan members.

If you can't even stop the wind, snow and rain, how can you be the leader of the clan and protect the Qinglong tribe for so long.

The Qinglong Tribe will not live here for that long.

Xiao Se smiled with inferiority and guilt: "Yes, this cave is very good, the ancestors are very good, they are all very good!"

They are all good, but she is not good and she did not do well.

Xiao Se came out of the cave and came to the greenhouse. He frowned when he looked at the hay stuck to the ground without the water.

What to use instead of hay?
When she was building a house before, she thought of using wooden boards, but chopping the wooden boards with a stone knife was too time-consuming.

Maybe if you chop off seven or eight stone knives, you may not be able to split out the planks of a tree.

So she had no choice.

Later, I thought about making tiles, but that was a bit fanciful. I could only think about it but couldn't implement it, so I gave up.

Later I thought about using leaves, but the leaves would wither when exposed to the sun and rot when exposed to water, so I gave up.

The last choice was hay because many people today use straw as their roofs, commonly known as thatched houses.

But Xiao Se may have forgotten that the reason why the thatched house is called thatched house is because there is a kind of grass called thatch.

Thatch is hard in texture, resistant to dryness and moisture, has strong vitality, can be regenerated even if it is cut off, and is extremely resistant to decay. This is one of them.

Secondly, the rain in this world is not as heavy as hail like the weather in ancient times.

Third, Xiao Se was right to spread the hay on the roof. The mistake was that she did not tie the hay into bundles, but directly spread it on top and then used long branches to weigh it down. How could this be possible?

The rain is all-pervasive and cannot break through the long branches, but it can break through the hay. Naturally, it also breaks the roof and leaks water.

This is like putting a book and pages of paper together and letting the wind blow. The wind can blow the pages of paper, but it cannot blow the wind of a book.

No matter how much I watch, I still don’t have the experience to get started. What Xiao Se lacks is this experience.Ah Cha looked at Xiao Se who was squatting on the ground, staring at the hay and frowning, and felt heartbroken: "What do you think we should do? It's not her fault. Why is she frowning? I have to persuade her."

Ah Ri hurriedly grabbed her: "Don't go, let her think about it by herself. It's useless for us to persuade her now. She has to think about it by herself."

Aman also nodded: "Yes, let her think about it by herself. What we need to help her now is not to disturb her."

Ah Cha was running around anxiously, but he didn't dare to make any noise to disturb Xiao Se.

The tribesmen cleared away all the water in their houses. When they came out, they saw Xiao Se squatting in the shed, staring at the hay, and their faces were all burnt.

"Arthur is blaming himself, right?"

"It's just that water has entered all the houses, and Arthur feels bad!"

"You can't blame her, she has done a good job."

"But in her mind, her best thing is that there is no water in the house."

This statement was approved by the tribesmen, and every time Xiao Se's expressions of joy brought joy and confidence to the tribesmen.

The opinions she gave to the tribesmen were also the most beautiful and best.

The same goes for houses.

The tribesmen felt sorry for Arthur, and no matter how they tried to persuade her, Ah Cha and others persuaded her to do so.

The Hua Sui Priest looked at Xiao Se who was squatting motionless and shook his head lightly: "Let her think about it carefully. Only when she passes the test in her own heart can this test be truly passed."

Staring at the hay desolately, his eyes were actually unfocused, searching his mind for anything that could replace it on the roof.

Thatched huts have been around since ancient times, but she didn't believe that the ancients could use good hay, so why couldn't it work in her hands?

Which part is wrong?
Xiao Se's hands unconsciously rubbed the rope around her waist. After rubbing it, she suddenly lowered her head and looked at the rope in her hand.

This rope is made of brown hair, which is then condensed into a single thread bit by bit and finally twisted into a rope.

Little by little... condensed...

Xiao Se's eyes suddenly lit up and he stood up suddenly: "I understand!"

After squatting for too long, he suddenly stood up. Xiao Se's vision went dark, his mind went blank, and he fell backwards.

Ah Cha, who had been paying attention to Xiao Se, immediately reached out to hug Arthur who fell down, and said in an anxious voice, "Arthur!"

Xiao Se, who fainted for a second, looked at Ah Cha, who had red eyes and was about to cry, and said with a smile: "I woke up so hard that I feel dizzy. Fortunately, you hugged me, otherwise I would have turned into dirty mud."

Ah Cha was still flustered: "Is everything really okay?"

She was really scared to death just now. If Arthur was right in front of her... she couldn't even think about it.

The experienced Ah Ri stepped forward to explain: "Yes, yes, if you stand up suddenly after squatting for too long, your head will be dizzy and your eyes will turn black."

Aman quickly echoed, he would rather hope that this is the explanation, rather than believe that it is the reason for Arthur's poor health.

Other tribes all said that this was the reason, and they had it too.

Xiao Se stood up straight, pinched Ah Cha's cheek, and smiled gently: "Did you hear me? I just squatted for a long time and my head is dizzy. It's okay. It's okay."

Acha burst into tears and smiled: "It's okay, it's okay. Am I just worried?"

Xiao Se looked at the people who cared about her, and secretly swore in her heart that she would make her people live a better life.

"I have thought of something to replace hay." Xiao Se took off the rope from his waist, "It's the palm bark used to make this!"

(End of this chapter)