Making a water gun is quick; it's simply a matter of cutting two sections of bamboo about the thickness of an arm from a large pink bamboo tube, and hollowing out the entire tube except for the last section.
Then, in the last section, use a small wooden drill to make three tiny holes.
With the help of the milk carton and the big sister, he no longer needs to lift a finger. Now, after so much self-study, the big sister is also able to do these more delicate things.
He left the drilling to Naituan and Da Meizi, while he quickly found a wooden stick that matched the size of the two bamboo tubes—just the right size so that he could insert it and pull it out.
Actually, the principle of this water gun is just like a syringe. When you pull the stick, the water will be sucked in through the hole drilled at the bottom. When you need the water out, you just need to push the appropriate stick all the way down.
This will cause the water inside to spray out, and a simple water gun is quickly made.
Li Sheng instructed the milkmen: "Before the fire spreads to this area and our water supply is cut off, you are responsible for using these two water guns to wet all flammable materials near our shelter, understand?"
The little girl nodded very seriously: "What about you, Daddy?"
Li Sheng looked towards the woods behind the shelter and said, "Dad has more important things to do. We need to build a firebreak. If a fire breaks out and flames start near us, you must put it out with water. But if the fire gets out of control, you must immediately evacuate the shelter to the rocks below, or better yet, to the bamboo raft. No matter what, the fire won't reach there, and the sea is safe, understand?"
Naituan nodded. Although it would take a long time for the fire to reach them, Li Sheng didn't waste any more words. He trusted Naituan; although young, he was a reliable child and would definitely fulfill his promise.
So Li Sheng left without hesitation, carrying a crossbow, an axe, a stone hoe, and flint, heading towards the outer perimeter of the shelter. However, he didn't go far from the shelter. He didn't have much time, and there was only so much he could do. He immediately put down what he was carrying and started digging at the edge behind the shelter, digging a trench while using stone marrow to start a fire.
However, it was controllable. While digging the trench, he also burned a circle on the other side of the trench and prayed that the sea breeze would blow backward at that time, as usual. If the wind direction was wrong, then everything he did would be in vain.
Fortunately, the soil at the edge of the forest wasn't too difficult to dig. He also took half of the water and channeled it into the ditch, hoping that the 40-50 centimeter-wide ditch could stop the flames.
Li Sheng's hands never stopped. An hour passed, and he was drenched in sweat. He never looked up at the comment section. This time, the situation was more serious than ever before.
When facing wild beasts, humans always have a chance of survival as long as they don't give up or as long as they are strong enough. However, they appear especially weak in the face of natural disasters.
He could certainly escape, but how could he be willing to let all the things he had created be consumed by fire and destroyed to ashes?
Even now, so much time has passed and he lives a carefree life, he continues to create resources. He doesn't need that many pottery pieces in that full box.
But then he thought about how he had spent so much time with Qiu Xiang, Tang Bohu, Da Meizi, Cuihua, and all those kids after he left. How could he not have developed feelings for them, especially for someone as understanding as Cuihua?
In fact, Li Sheng had already decided that Da Meizi would be the successor of this shelter. Even after he left, Da Meizi would still be here, as would Qiu Xiang and Tang Bohu, and perhaps Cuihua as well. Da Meizi now feeds the chickens and waters the vegetables. He also taught her how to grow vegetables, cook, and even how to make simple tools to maintain the shelter.
So how could he so easily let this natural disaster consume all his efforts?
The fire was getting closer, or perhaps it was because the sky was getting darker. Looking up, the crimson flames grew larger and larger, and he could even feel the waves of the wind blowing in.
Meanwhile, the milk group and the big sister are also working hard. The most important thing is the roof of the shelter, which is covered with a lot of dry grass. It is extremely easy to be ignited by the sun day after day. Even a single spark could quickly spread and engulf it.
So the milk group and the big girl were working hard to use water guns to suck up water and spray it onto the roof, wetting the whole roof so it wouldn't catch fire so easily.
Or rather, the entire shelter is made of wood, which is extremely flammable. Thanks to the efforts of Milk Group and Big Sister, it has been soaked to the bone. But that's not enough. Milk Group has visited every potentially dangerous spot in the courtyard, such as the dry grass in the corner, the leaves that were accidentally blown off, and the towering tree next to the shelter.
Milkball abandoned the water gun, and Big Sister carried a small log to soak the entire courtyard. The water in the reservoir was also empty. Exhausted and panting, they looked towards the woods behind the shelter.
From the Milky Way's position, the view was even clearer; half the sky was dyed orange-red, and the air was filled with the smell of smoke and dust. In the distance, countless lifeless black-gray butterflies were fluttering in the sky.
A speck of ash fell onto Milkball's face. Milkball gently picked it up, and the speck of ash was still intact when it was in its hand.
Milkball didn't know if they could hold onto the shelter. In her eyes, all the creatures she and her father raised in this yard were her friends and family, so she wanted to protect them all.
With the help of the older sister, Naituan herded the chickens back into their coop. Then, he tied the coop opening with vines to make sure it wouldn't come loose easily. After that, he laboriously moved the coop to the slope outside the yard, gave it a hard push, and the coop rolled down the slope, with panicked squawking coming from inside.
Next came the leopard cubs, who, unaware of the danger, followed closely behind the baby, howling.
The milk-loving girl changed her usual expression and directly put all the little ones into a large basket, which she then had the older girl take to the rocky beach below.
She couldn't go down; it was too steep, and it would take her a long time to get back up. Next, her father put the snake in the cage down, securing the cage with vines to ensure it wouldn't open no matter what.
Cuihua, worried about her children, went down as well and is now licking and comforting them.
Only the eldest sister finally made it up. The moisture in the yard evaporated very quickly, so the milk ball needed to keep watering it.
The older sister stayed with Naituan the whole time. Naituan wouldn't leave the shelter so soon; she wanted to help her father protect it, as this was their home here.
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