Tonight we simply ate some wild fruits picked by Qin Lan and the others and then went to bed in a hurry.
Three people were lying side by side on the bed, Jiang Xiaofeng was at the innermost, followed by Qin Lan and me.
At night I still fell asleep with Qin Lan in my arms.
This girl is very adaptable now. She fell asleep in my arms not long after lying down. But I couldn't sleep well in the middle of the night.
Although I was holding Qin Lan at that time, Qin Lan and Jiang Xiaofeng were too close, so Jiang Xiaofeng turned over at night and leaned towards Qin Lan.
It just happened to be a coincidence that Jiang Xiaofeng bumped right into my palm, and at that moment, my palm was touching Jiang Xiaofeng's pair of white and tender breasts.
If I hadn't heard Jiang Xiaofeng's panting in her sleep, I would easily have mistakenly thought that this woman did it on purpose.
Jiang Xiaofeng's clothes had already been torn by that group of guys. When she turned around, the pair of breasts on her chest jumped out directly due to the angle. At this time, my palms could feel the warmth of Jiang Xiaofeng's body.
At this moment, the pair of things became increasingly hot in my palms, and my lower body was suddenly filled with blood.
The size of this woman's penis is too scary, even more surging and powerful than Qin Lan's. No wonder that woman has to be tortured 4 or 5 times a day. With such a figure, no one can bear it.
Just when I was feeling engorged and at a loss, Qin Lan's little hands began to move.
This girl has never been well-behaved when sleeping at night, but I didn’t expect that Qin Lan would actually reach out and grab my vital parts this time.
Feeling the force coming from the front of my body, I silently recited the Bible in my heart, hoping that this girl would be honest. If she exerted force in her sleep, then I would basically say goodbye to the rest of my life.
It turned out that the Bible was somewhat effective. After this stalemate lasted for about five minutes, Qin Lan obediently withdrew her hands. However, my hands were not as obedient as Qin Lan's, so I held "Jiang Xiaofeng" tightly in my hands.
On the second day, we had to eat the fruits from the previous day to fill our stomachs. We had no containers to store water, which put our living situation at a standstill. There were no coconuts around, so we had no bowls to get water to cook food.
I looked around carefully. The wind direction of the hillside where we were was always towards the sea, and there was a hollow ventilation hole at the top of our cave, so it was completely feasible to make a fire here.
This place is right next to the sea, so we can go to the beach to catch fish and cook them, but the main problem right now is the containers and fire tools.
Most of the containers we usually use at home are porcelain. As early as the ancient civilization era before porcelain, we used pottery made of clay.
In fact, as early as when I was stranded on the desert island, I had already thought about making some pottery to improve our lives. This kind of thing is urgently needed by us, but we just didn’t know how to make it.
The climate on these islands is extremely hot, so I am sure that as long as we can find clay, we can make some bowls or pots and then put them in the sun to dry; the hot sun will definitely make the clay hard and strong, and durable enough to be used to hold food or as cooking utensils.
I had this idea before when I was on the original island, but I was troubled by the lack of high-purity clay.
Today when I was out looking for food, I found a depression in a place. The clay in the depression was very fine in texture. I firmly believe that this clay can be used to burn what I want.
I put the clay in backpacks and carried them into the cave one bag at a time.
I found a smooth stone to use as a base. Although we had porcelain clay, none of us three had ever tried to make pottery, and we had no idea how to mix the clay proportions.
In this way, God knows how many clumsy ways we used to mix the clay, and the whole cave was filled with weird and ugly things made by the three of us.
Some of this is because the clay is too soft and cannot withstand its own weight after being rolled out, and collapses before it can be fired.
Secondly, sometimes the clay is too hard and it explodes from the outside before it is even put into the fire. The most important problem is our control of the fire.
Finally, we found the most suitable clay mixture. Although the appearance of the pottery we made was a little unsatisfactory, there was absolutely no sign of cracks on the surface.
However, once these "perfect" pottery come into contact with open flames, their final fate is either explosion or loss of shape.
Later, with the help of Qin Lan, we discovered some of the secrets. The temperature of the fire was too strong and the pottery could not bear it, so we could not achieve that firing effect.
Finally, after unanimous discussion, we decided to abandon the open flame and rely directly on sunlight for drying.
It took us a lot of effort to move the finished pottery to the top of the mountain, but after drying them we found that they were completely unusable; many of them were cracked because they were dried too early and the sun was too hot; many of them broke when they were moved after drying. In the end, only three "fine products" were left.
To sum it up in one sentence, I spent a lot of effort looking for clay during this period. After finding it, I dug out the clay and put it in my backpack, then carried it all the way back to the cave. The three of us mixed the clay and made pottery of various shapes.
When the sun came out, we carried the pottery to the top of the mountain. After sunset, we had to bring it down again to take it home to prevent the return of the night tide from deforming it. This trip back and forth probably used up more than ten bags of clay. In the end, the only pottery that survived was a clay pot, a jar, and a large jar.
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