Xiaoyue felt a mix of emotions; she never expected that someone would still give her food.

After finishing her meal in a few bites, Xiaoyue picked out the suitable branches and started clamping them into walking sticks. Xiaoyue had dug the foundation for the walking sticks a long time ago, so the walking sticks were quickly erected.

Then fill in the soil; the front garden used one and a half bundles of firewood.

Xiaoyue originally intended to just build a triangular shack, but then she thought that it would be better to dig a foundation on the side. If she built a house in the back, the small house on the side could be used as a storage room.

For five days in a row, Xiaoyue only cared about building the shack and using a walking stick:

Xiaoyue dug a foundation five meters long and three meters wide. She dug three hundred-meter-deep pits for the foundation pillars, stuffing each pit with the firewood she had carried back. She selected the thickest logs, almost as thick as her arm.

There were a hundred pits dug on all four sides, filled with wood thicker than the fence. Xiaoyue didn't start a fire until the moon was high in the sky, when they gathered up some discarded firewood in the newly built house.

While waiting for the fire to thoroughly scorch the ground, Xiaoyue made two simple stools, a piece of leftover rough wood, and a bed, both as tall as her calves.

Xiaoyue lit another fire a step away from the bonfire, swept the ashes aside, placed the empty bed on the burnt-out fire, and then used an axe to pick out straight, thumb-thick wooden sticks, chopping them one by one to fit the size of the bed and laying them on the bed.

Put the axe, shovel, and rope aside.

On the fourth day, before dawn, Xiaoyue fell off the bed again. The straight stick was not sturdy, and it broke apart with a tumble, causing Xiaoyue to fall to the ground.

Early in the morning, Xiaoyue took an axe and rope, placed a shovel among the firewood, and went to Xiaoma Hutou Mountain. At the foot of the mountain, there were large patches of jute. Xiaoyue bent down, put her hand on the ground, and broke off a whole jute stalk.

Xiaoyue broke off a whole patch of jute, tied it with rope, and then broke off two jute seedlings covered with black jute fruits to take back.

When Xiaoyue returned home, the sun had already risen. She carried the jute into the house and began peeling it.

Using hemp bark to bind small wooden sticks to the bed provides both stability and practicality.

Then the peeled jute stalks were threaded horizontally through the wall of the hut.

A large bundle of jute bark was peeled off, and the remaining jute stalks were only enough for one three-meter-high gable wall.

Xiaoyue was working when she saw the little boy run in through the window in the wall.