Early the next morning, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled light and shadows on the ground.

Lu Fan got out of bed, feeling refreshed.

Last night, he had mentally rehearsed the plan to build a brick kiln countless times, and now he couldn't wait to put it into practice.

Anlan also got up early and prepared a simple breakfast for everyone.

Watching Lu Fan's busy figure, her eyes were full of trust and support. "You'll have to work hard today; building a brick kiln is no easy task."

An Lan handed her a glass of water and said with concern.

Lu Fan took the water, drank it all in one gulp, and patted his chest with a smile: "Don't worry, this little difficulty can't defeat me. Once the brick kiln is built, we'll be one step closer to our big house!"

After saying that, Lu Fan took his tools and walked towards the river.

When he arrived at the riverbank, he looked at the fine river sand and nodded in satisfaction.

Just then, An Lan came over. Seeing Lu Fan preparing to dig in the sand, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why do we have to use river sand? I see there's plenty of sand on the beach too."

Lu Fan stopped what he was doing and explained in a serious tone, "You don't know this! Sea sand contains a lot of salt and shell fragments."

After the brick kiln is built, salt will seep onto the surface of the bricks as the moisture evaporates, leaving an unsightly white frost. It will also corrode the joints between the bricks, making the entire brick kiln unstable.

Those seashell fragments, when fired, are like ticking time bombs.

It might burst open due to uneven heating, blasting a big hole in our carefully built brick kiln, and then all our efforts would be in vain!

So, let's stick to using river sand. It's a bit more work, but it's safe and reliable.

An Lan suddenly realized and couldn't help but laugh, "I never knew there was so much to learn in this sand."

Lu Fan chuckled and continued digging in the river sand.

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"Wow, there's such a saying."

"I feel like I'm starting to get a brain."

"It truly lives up to its reputation as an encyclopedia of wilderness survival."

Before long, Lu Fan had collected a full basket of river sand.

Next, he found suitable clay and mixed the two together in a certain proportion.

"It's like giving them a magical combination. The mixed clay and sand are like a perfect pair of partners, acting as our 'cement' to firmly bond the bricks together," Lu Fan explained to An Lan as he stirred the mixture.

With the materials ready, the next step is to build the brick kiln.

Lu Fan first drew a large circle on the ground, which was the base of the brick kiln.

He picked up the semi-dry bricks and carefully began to stack them.

He arranged each brick neatly, as if he were building a work of art.

"I feel like the infrastructure gene in my bones has awakened."

Lu Fan made witty remarks while skillfully applying the "cement".

An Lan wasn't idle either, helping to pass bricks, and occasionally jokingly said, "You really look like a bricklayer."

"Of course, I guarantee it's professional, okay?" Lu Fan replied with a smile.

As time went by, the prototype of the brick kiln gradually emerged.

Lu Fan's face was covered in sweat, but he showed no sign of stopping.

Just as Lu Fan was concentrating on laying bricks, suddenly, a brick lost its footing and fell down with a "crash".

"I'm fucking impressed."

Lu Fan shook his head helplessly, picked up the brick again, and examined it carefully.

Then a crack was discovered.

As he spoke, he filled the gaps with more "cement" to ensure the bricks were firmly in place.

Once the walls are built to the appropriate height, a frame for the kiln roof is constructed using tree branches, and then clay is laid on top to create an arched or flat roof structure, ensuring the kiln roof's airtightness and load-bearing capacity.

Next, air inlets and outlets are reserved at appropriate locations on the kiln body. The air inlets are used for ventilation and combustion, while the outlets are located at the top to facilitate the discharge of smoke.

After most of the day's work, a fairly large brick kiln finally came into view.

Lu Fan straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and admired his masterpiece with satisfaction.

"So, Anlan, isn't our brick kiln pretty decent?"

An Lan smiled and nodded: "Hmm, it looks pretty good, but we'll have to wait for it to dry before we can use it, right?"

"That's right, right now it's like a freshly steamed bun, it still needs to cool down a bit."

Lu Fan said humorously, "Once it's completely dried and hard, we can start firing the bricks!"

After finishing all that, the two could finally take a break.

An Lan brewed a pot of tea and added honey to Lu Fan's cup, knowing he liked sweets.

The two of them quietly drank their tea and enjoyed the breeze.

Before he knew it, Lu Fan had fallen asleep in the chair.

An Lan looked at the sleeping Lu Fan, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, revealing a gentle smile.

She gently got up, went back into the room to get a coat, and carefully covered Lu Fan with it, her movements so gentle that she was afraid of disturbing his sweet dream.

"You've had a really tough time these past few days. Get some sleep," An Lan murmured softly, her voice full of concern.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows that fell upon Lu Fan and An Lan.

A gentle breeze carries the fresh scent of grass and trees, mingled with the aroma of earth, creating a particularly pleasant atmosphere.

Not far away, Big Black lay on the ground, enjoying this rare moment of peace, occasionally wagging its tail to shoo away the occasional flying insects.

Big Horn and Lightning ate hay leisurely nearby, occasionally swishing their tails and snorting, as if adding a vivid footnote to this peaceful and beautiful atmosphere.

An Lan sat beside Lu Fan, quietly sipping her tea, her gaze occasionally falling on Lu Fan's face.

She recalled every moment of her journey through the wilderness, from the initial struggle for survival to the gradual establishment of a stable life, and her heart was filled with emotion.

All the trials and tribulations we went through together have now become the most precious memories deep in our hearts.

"I wonder what the future holds?" An Lan murmured to herself, her eyes filled with anticipation for the future.

Perhaps it was the gentle caress of the breeze, or perhaps it was the tranquility within her heart, but Anlan gradually became sleepy.

She leaned her head back in the chair, closed her eyes, and enjoyed this moment of peace.

In a daze, she seemed to see her future home, a cozy little house built with bricks they had fired themselves, surrounded by all kinds of flowers and plants, and with chickens, ducks and geese raised in the yard, full of life and vitality.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Fan slowly woke up.

He stretched out a big yawn, feeling all the fatigue in his body dissipate with the stretch.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze gently falling on An Lan beside him.

At this moment, An Lan leaned back in her chair and fell asleep peacefully, like a quietly blooming flower, exuding a gentle aura.

A faint smile played on her face, like a twinkling light in the night sky, making one wonder if she was immersed in a beautiful dream, a dream filled with warmth and peace.

As Lu Fan gazed at her, a clear spring seemed to flow quietly in his heart, rippling with gentle waves.

He rose very slowly and gently, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the moment, and carefully took off his coat, as if holding a rare treasure, and gently covered An Lan with it.

The coat carried his warmth, like his silent yet profound protection, gently enveloping An Lan.

After that, Lu Fan quietly squatted on the ground, staring intently at An Lan.

His eyes were filled with loving curiosity.

Starting with her arched eyebrows, they resembled willow leaves in spring, light and graceful.

Her straight nose bridge was as firm as a mountain range, yet gentle;

Then there's her slightly upturned lips, as if she has a thousand words to say, yet they all melt into silent tenderness in this tranquility.

He looked at her gentleness, the care that had been unintentionally revealed when they supported each other in the wilderness; he looked at her fortitude, the courage and determination that had never wavered in the face of difficulties.

He seemed to touch her pure and flawless soul through that familiar face, as pure as the first snow in the mountains, clear and bright.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and everything in the world became a background. Only An Lan before him was everything in his eyes, the wings he had wanted to kiss countless times.