It was not until they walked out of the cave that the system told Fengjiu that there was a male snake beastman with level five holy power guarding the cave nearby, which was why no other beastmen came to disturb them.
It goes without saying that this orc must have been sent by Long Qinghan.
Fengjiu curled up the corners of her lips happily. It seemed that this little snake Long Qinghan was hiding quite well. Now that his strength had improved, was he going to start to show his talents?
She too must take action to keep up with him and lend him a helping hand.
Fengjiu is going to make some tools for storing things today, such as cups, bowls, baskets, frames, buckets, wooden jars, etc.
Use materials nearby and make as much as you can. Of course, the materials used are wood or bamboo.
There happened to be a large bamboo forest on the back mountain, which was three or four times the size of the one in her previous life. Fengjiu took out a machete from the space and chopped down two trees, both in one stroke.
Then he dragged one tree in each hand to a place with a good view of the cave and shade, and prepared to trim it and weave it into a basket, a frame and a wooden barrel.
Fengjiu had just arrived under the tree and placed two large bamboos when she saw a thin figure walking out from the side.
She was an old woman with gray hair. In her arms were a bunch of peaches as big as two fists. However, they were all rotten peaches, half eaten by birds or insects.
She held the peaches in her arms and dropped them as she walked. Every few steps, one or two would roll down. As soon as the peaches fell, the old woman would stop and squat to pick them up. It was a very difficult journey for her to walk even for a short distance.
Fengjiu thought that there must be someone at home waiting to feed her, otherwise there would be no need to pick up some rotten fruits and it would be more convenient to eat them directly.
Her leather jacket and skirt were tattered and short, and she certainly couldn't take out the animal skin bag.
"Grandma, do you want a basket?" Fengjiu raised her voice and asked.
The old woman was probably tired. After hearing Fengjiu's words, she looked up at her, then sat down on the ground and leaned against a big tree to rest.
"Basket?" She said in a hoarse voice, with a puzzled look on her face.
Isn't this the good-for-nothing Fourth Prince's new beastly wife? She cut two green bamboos for firewood? She can't even live by looking at it.
“Yes, weave a basket out of bamboo to hold your fruit.
I'll teach you. If you learn, you can weave baskets and sell them in the market, and maybe you can exchange them directly for meat."
Fengjiu suggested that the old woman was so thin because of long-term lack of food and malnutrition.
The old woman was stunned. How could such a good thing happen? What evil plan was this frail little female planning? She must have found the wrong person. She was just an old sheep beast with nothing, and she was dragging a seriously ill beast husband with her.
Most importantly, what is a basket? The old woman was very curious about what Fengjiu was doing.
"You make it up, and I'll learn from you. But I, the Sheep Lady, have nothing to trade with you, not even my life."
She is still hanging on to this life and will not die until she sees off her husband.
Fengjiu smiled and said, "I don't want your stuff. I need to make it anyway, so it won't take much effort to give you a tour."
After Fengjiu finished speaking, she cut off the last section of the bamboo, which was just the right length for a bottle, and carved it with a dagger.
Soon, a bamboo tube cup with a spiral-patterned lid was made. A lamb's head was carved on the surface, and a hole was punched on the edge of the lid for tying a rope.
The stream was right next to them. Fengjiu walked over to wash it clean, then filled the bamboo tube with water, closed the lid tightly, and tilted it so that the water in the bamboo tube did not leak out.
After showing off her skills a little, Fengjiu handed the bamboo cup to Grandma Yang, "Here's a gift for you. Fill it with water and drink it. You can hang it around your waist with a rope so it's convenient for you to carry with you when you go out to work."
The old man's lips were all cracked, he must be very thirsty. I don't know how many places without water sources he had to walk to before he could find these wild fruits.
The Sheep Lady was stunned for a moment. How long had it been since she had received kindness? All the beastmen were working hard to survive, so who had the time to care about the lives of others?
Even their own children and grandchildren ignored these dying old orcs.
The little female in front of him was so weird. She took the bamboo tube, unscrewed the lid like Fengjiu, drank half of the water, and then tightened it in the direction she wanted. The water in the bamboo tube really couldn't come out.
It was so novel and convenient that a ray of light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the Sheep Lady. "Thank you very much. I will learn weaving from you. If I really exchange it for supplies, I will repay you."
The sheep lady's attitude changed immediately, and she did not give up the glimmer of hope of survival.
"Okay, come on, weaving is easy. Usually you just make the frame and parts first, then fix and repair them.
This is a basket, which can hold fruits, vegetables or small items; this is a frame, which can hold large items, such as prey.
By hanging a basket on one end of a shoulder pole, an orc can carry many things at the same time, especially small and numerous items.
There are also buckets, large wooden barrels, and wooden boxes that can be used to store things. If you add a lock on the outside, others can't open them unless they break them by force."
Fengjiu drew a rough diagram on the ground and explained it to Yang Po.
The Sheep Woman was stunned. As a female who often handled housework, she certainly knew how useful these things were. Could they really be woven?
Where did this little female come from? How did she know so much? And how did she just casually tell everyone else about it?
Forget about the bamboo tube cup, which is simple and easy to understand at a glance. But tools like frames and baskets that require weaving, you definitely won’t be able to make them unless you learn it yourself.
"What's your name? Weaving is a skill you've always had, right? How could you tell others about it? The Fourth Prince and your family would blame you if they knew."
Fengjiu was so stupid that the old woman couldn't bear it and had to remind her.
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