Chapter 16 Let’s Carry On the Wall
The two of them dug quickly together.
As the soil and rocks above the spring were dug away layer by layer, the water flow below became stronger and stronger, and the gurgling water continued to flow out.
Sang Yu used force to dig out a fist-sized stone, and a large stream of water gushed out, quickly filling up most of the pit they had dug.
The water flow here is so large!
Sang Yu suddenly understood. Yes, if it was a very small spring, it would probably be absorbed completely halfway, so how could it flow down the mountain?
The newly gushing spring water mixed with mud looked very turbid. Sang Yu looked around for a few times and quickly found the direction of the original waterway, and continued to dig deeper there.
Soon, the area leading to the waterway was cleared. Sang Yu raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead and signaled Xie Qiujin to step back a few steps.
She bent down and dug the edge of the puddle. After a brief sedimentation, the spring water, which was no longer as turbid as before, immediately gushed out and flowed down the waterway.
Sang Yu widened the breach and cleaned the edge of the puddle that was too high. After everything was done, she washed her hands in the spring water.
"Mom, wash your hands first. I'll be back soon."
After leaving this sentence, she picked up the stick and walked around.
Xie Qiujin was a little confused for a moment, but still stayed where she was obediently, washing the mud off her body bit by bit.
There was not enough water for them to wash themselves during the exile, and even drinking water depended on when it would rain.
In addition, for fear of being noticed by the police, Xie Qiujin smeared black ash on her face early on. She almost couldn't remember when she last washed her face.
Now that there is plenty of water, she naturally has to take good care of her appearance.
Sang Yu walked out with a stick in her hand, just as she and Xie Qiujin had said, she would come back soon and didn't go too far away. Her eyes were fixed on the slightly higher branches.
Soon she found her target - a vine wrapped around a tree trunk.
The leaves on the vine have withered, leaving only the earth-yellow vine body, twisted and wrapped around the trunk, extending upward with no end in sight.
It would be nice to have a small knife. This thought flashed through Sang Yu's mind.
But not having a knife doesn't mean you're helpless.
She picked up an irregular pentagon-shaped stone from the ground, held it, and used the sharpest edge to scratch a thin vine.
The outer skin of the vine is extremely tough, but it cannot withstand sharp stones.
Sang Yu didn't expect to completely cut the vines with the stone, so he stopped only when he had made a small cut about one-third deep.
She threw the stone aside, rubbed her hands, then hugged the vine with both hands and began to pull it out with all her strength.
She was very skillful when she pulled, deliberately staggering the direction of the small cut, and repeatedly exerting force, making the cut bigger and bigger.
“Snap—”
With a crisp sound, the bottom of the vine broke completely. Sang Yu lost his balance and fell to the ground while holding the vine.
She was not annoyed. She got up, brushed off the grass debris on her butt, and happily circled the vine in her hand.
As the vine climbed along the tree trunk, it inevitably became entangled with other vines or branches. Sang Yu pulled it down with all his strength and managed to pull the entire vine off.
The vines in her hand formed a large ball, which she put aside, and then she pulled off several more vines in the same way.
She originally wanted to finish her work here before going back, but then she thought that Xie Qiujin must be very scared alone in the deep mountains and forests.
In the end, he used vines to string all the vines together and carried them on his back and returned the same way.
Sang Yu was thinking too much. When she returned, Xie Qiujin had just washed her face and was thinking about whether to wash her hair or wipe her body.
There was no fear of being alone in the mountains, only a yearning for cleanliness.
Seeing her come back, Xie Qiujin waved at her: "Yu'er, come quickly, mother will wipe your body."
"Uh, I won't use it for now. Mom, please continue. Please continue." Sang Yu quickly refused.
It’s not that she doesn’t like cleanliness, but now she is in a dense forest, and a little more mud on her body and face will be an extra layer of protection, so that mosquitoes can’t bite her flesh.
If she really wanted to wash it clean, it would be the same if she went back down the mountain to wash it. Now she had other things to do.
Xie Qiujin tried to persuade her a few more times, but seeing that she had made up her mind, he stopped trying and continued to clean herself.
Sang Yu found a flat and dry place to sit down and untied the bundled vines. The four vines kept overlapping and intertwining, and the outline of an object gradually appeared in his hand.
When Xie Qiujin finished packing, she looked up and saw that a backpack had appeared next to Sang Yu, and she even had a braid in her hand that she was about to finish.
"Yu'er, what are you doing...?"
Sang Yu used all his strength to stuff the end of the last vine into the gap of the backpack and stuck it in place, making the last strap.
After it was completely finished, she explained to Xie Qiujin: "The shed at the foot of the mountain doesn't block the wind. It just so happens that the soil here has been soaked in spring water for a long time. Let's carry it down and paste the wall."
Of course, this was not what Xie Qiujin wanted to ask. She wanted to ask where Sang Yu learned the technique of weaving a backpack with vines.
Sang Yu knew what she meant, but she couldn't say that she learned it in her previous life, so she could only change the subject.
Since she didn't say anything, Xie Qiujin didn't ask any more questions, thinking that her daughter must have learned it from miscellaneous books.
If the rattan is carefully selected and then goes through a series of splitting and drying processes, a watertight basket can be made.
But time is short and the task is heavy, and Sang Yu does not plan to use it for a long time, so he just makes two backpacks with the largest gap big enough to fit a hand.
Looking at the backpack that was leaking everywhere, Xie Qiujin endured it for a long time, but couldn't help but wonder in her heart: "Can this be used to carry soil?" Won't it leak halfway?
"Yes, of course." Since Sang Yu dared to do this, it meant that she must have a way.
She picked up the wooden stick and swept it across the lower branch of the tree next to her, knocking down leaves all over the ground.
She knew this tree. Its scientific name is Banyan, also known as Bigleaf Banyan. It is a common landscape tree.
She had noticed the tree when she was digging the soil from the spring, and then she thought of weaving two backpacks.
Sang Yu spread the fallen leaves of the big green tree in the backpack, and then dug soil and put it in while gradually raising the leaves on the outside of the backpack.
The soil was already relatively sticky due to the absorption of spring water, and since it was covered with leaves, it was not a problem to support it down the mountain.
Sang Yu put about the same amount of soil in the two baskets, only half a basket in each.
Neither she nor Xie Qiujin were in good physical condition, so it was not easy to come up the mountain, and it was even more dangerous to go down the mountain with the heavy load.
Obviously, life is more important than repairing the walls of a shed.
When going down the mountain, Sang Yu was still in front, followed closely by Xie Qiujin. They each carried a backpack and had to pay attention to their steps, so they walked slower.
Sang Yu observed the water flow as he walked. If he encountered a place where water was not flowing, he would stop to see if it was blocked by something.
They walked and stopped like this, and by the time the two of them came down the mountain, the others were already looking forward to it.
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