Fearsome Farmer

The night was dark and the stars dimmed.

In the forest, the tall trees that are about 20 to 30 meters high are like immobile monsters, not only turning into a part of the darkness, but also providing the greatest cover for the burning kiln.

Li Siwen was grilling fish, feeling a little sad.

Because he misses salted meals.

So today's dinner was specially improved for himself.

A large pot of wild vegetable and mushroom soup is standard, and the dried fish is roasted on the stove.

But even so, he is still tasteless.

In the old days when I was hungry, this depression was not so serious.

But now that he had just had enough food and clothing, he began to loathe this wild vegetable and mushroom soup.

To be honest, his reason is actually completely acceptable.

But this thing really doesn't taste good.

"This is a dead end, a dead end! In my current state, where can I get salt?"

"You don't need to think about sea salt, but what about the mountains? If there are really a few salt-containing rocks washed down by the mountain torrents, well, the chances are less reliable than directly robbing the territory of the reckless."

Li Siwen's heart was agitated, and he was thinking wildly, so this is the legendary so-so-so-so-so, who despises you ten thousand times.

Of course, thinking about it, when he actually ate it, there wasn't even a drop of soup or a leaf left, no matter how unpalatable it was.

Who made me a person with a heart as hard as a stone!

After eating dinner and resting for half an hour, Li Siwen got out of the tree house and continued to dig the foundation pit in the dark. It was too hot during the day, so this kind of heavy physical work was comfortable at night.

Of course, vigilance is a must. He has been guarding against the attack of the winged centipede all the time for the past two days.

But it is also strange that there is no trace of this poisonous insect anymore, and there are no more poisoned animals within the territory.

Digging in one go until about eleven o'clock in the evening, estimated that two-thirds of the progress had been made, Li Siwen stopped and went to inspect the territory first, um, mainly to find a few dim sum mice to talk about life, talk Ideal or something.

Rat talk in the middle of the night, how elegant and interesting.

After patrolling the territory, I caught two lucky dim sum mice and came back for supper. It must be worth mentioning that the meat of the dim sum mice was particularly delicious when grilled, but there was too little of it.

After supper, take back the iron chimney, close the skylight, turn on the stove, extract a little soul value as a routine, increase your soul development rate to 49%, and sleep well all night.

Early the next morning, Li Siwen still woke up at five o'clock. It felt great not to have to collect dew every day.

After lighting the stove first, and throwing in a handful of anti-inflammatory grass, he carried a mountain ax to patrol the territory.

Everything was fine, and the inside and outside of the territory were as quiet as a paradise, but seeing the growing trees and weeds these days, Li Siwen felt a sense of pressure for some reason.

"Could it be that my soul development rate is about to break through 50%? That's why I've become extra sensitive? It doesn't look like it!"

Li Siwen frowned, feeling that something was wrong, because in the past few days, almost all the big trees in the territory were growing, no matter if they were thick as buckets, or surrounded by one or two people, or surrounded by three people, even those The big tree surrounded by five people seems to be thicker.

This growth rate is simply outrageous.

In addition, Li Siwen also noticed that there are some more small saplings in the forest, who knows where they came from, like chicken blood, they can grow more than two meters high in a day and night. The chopsticks are thick, and if I look at them today, my thumb will be thicker.

There are also those weeds and vines, all looking for opportunities to grow like crazy.

So in comparison, the seedlings in Li Siwen's farmland were weaker.

"I always feel that something big is about to happen, or it's the most crucial time of the year? How can this billowing vitality everywhere be described by one word? So I have to speed up,

Everything in the world is running a race, vying to grow, and I am just one of them, how dare I take it lightly! "

Li Siwen muttered, and returned to the tree house. First, he set up an iron pot on the stove, and cooked porridge with wild vegetables, mushrooms, and dried fish. Then he turned on the kiln with anticipation.

The first thing to enter is a reddish water tank, which shows that the temperature is still not enough to make it harder.

But that's not the point, the point is, there's no cracks, nothing.

This not only surprised him, but also took it for granted. After all, he turned on the level 4 talent Spirit Vision to knead the mud in the water tank. There are no holes, and the mud has been dried in the shade and has not been exposed to the sun, so it is normal that it does not crack.

(Disclaimer in advance, the author is completely ignorant of pottery making, so there may be some bugs in the relevant descriptions in the novel that may be laughed at by insiders. Please bear with me, or you can think that the 4th-level talent is awesome)

Carefully moving the water tank out and putting it aside, he went to inspect the 500 tiles, which he was also looking forward to, although this was an experimental product.

The color of these tiles is obviously better than that of the water tank. It is dark red, which means that it is not under fire. When it is tapped by hand, the sound is clear and the hardness is good.

But just one thing, except for the more than one hundred tiles that Li Siwen pinched when he activated his talent Spirit Vision, which were almost perfect without cracks, the rest of the tiles had more or less cracks.

And if there are cracks, it is equivalent to being useless. This is not like bricks, which can be used even with a little crack.

If there are cracks in the tiles, it is bound to leak.

"It seems that we can no longer take chances in the future. Bricks can be made to make do. When making tiles, the talent Spirit Vision must be turned on. Rainproof and leakproof are important things, and there is no room for sloppy!"

Li Siwen summed up his experience very seriously.

Next, he put the tiles without cracks in a good place, and the tiles with cracks can only be kept for later use. As for the kiln, all of them were demolished and rebuilt.

The kiln rebuilt this time will be larger and more spacious, and the amount of materials such as thin mud will be increased. This may not be as good as cement mortar, but it is completely fine to seal the kiln.

And because of the nature of the mud, they are not picky about the shape of the clay bricks, so many waste bricks can be used.

"Hey, if this goes on, I think I will definitely change my job to become a mason."

While carrying water and mud, Li Siwen was thinking like this, but there was nothing he could do, he was only alone, and he was still a wild monster, so he couldn't just think about farming, he had to master other things as well.

At a distance of 20 meters from the tree house, he selected the location of the kiln. After simply marking the line, he began to build the wall, a layer of mud and a layer of bricks. Although it was his first time doing it, there were some With the spatial judgment in his body and the passive talent stability, he got started quickly and built the brick wall straight.

Well, this time he used an outer and inner circular kiln. He doesn't know why, but it feels awesome anyway.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, the new kiln was successfully built. Li Siwen even looked at the attribute column, but he didn't unlock the profession of mason. It seems that this matter is not that simple.

After breakfast, he continued to dig the foundation pit and strive to finish it today. He has too many things waiting to be done now.

Very urgent, very urgent.

However, Li Siwen still maintains his normal work rhythm, that is, he digs a foundation pit for two hours, rests, and then does other work, so that his physical strength can always be maintained at a high level of 40 points, so as to ensure that any occurrence In unexpected situations, he can face the peak.

At around eleven o'clock in the morning, Li Siwen jumped out of the foundation pit that was about to be completed. The first thing he did was to go to the tree house to check the fruit of the anti-inflammatory grass. He only ate two pieces yesterday, just to see the specific shelf life of this fruit. Today After twenty-four hours, he can eat another one to see how much physical strength he can recover, so that he can know the approximate shelf life.

Li Siwen frowned as soon as he took a piece of fruit. The thing he was most worried about happened. The taste and aroma of the fruit alone could explain the problem. The taste has dropped by at least 30%. After he finished eating, he will see how he recovered. Physical strength also dropped.

Yesterday, after eating this fruit, 15 points of stamina could be recovered in five minutes.

But after being picked and stored for 24 hours, the fruit can only restore 10 points of stamina.

"Sure enough, if such a good thing can be stored for a long time, it would be too cheating. This is normal. It seems that I have to find a way to further process this fruit and extract as much residual value as possible, otherwise it will be too wasteful. .”