Chapter 7: False alarm

Looking at the fruits of labor placed in front of him, Feng Yun frowned slightly.

Pei noticed the change in his expression and asked with concern: "Brother Yun, what's the matter? I failed?"

"You can say so."

There was a little frustration in his tone.

Pottery burning this time can be said to have failed.

Many of them are cracked, some of them are deformed, and the rest are far from qualified.

The situation broke off for a while, and it didn't take much effort, they were broken, and the strength was much worse.

At this time, he really understood the truth about knowing easy and doing difficult.

He knows the principle of pottery, but it is not so easy to actually burn qualified pottery.

Anyway, there is time. Experiment a few times and you will be successful.

Feng Yun cheered himself up in his heart.

I looked up at the sun and found that it had almost fallen behind the distant mountains.

He looked at Bei and found that there was still worry on her face, smiled, and said with relief: "You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true. This is the first time I burn pottery. It's normal if I fail, and I will succeed if I try a few more times."

"I believe you."

Bei looked at Feng Yun's eyes, his eyes full of trust.

Feng Yun smiled, and the depression in his heart was gone.

He reached out and rubbed Bei's head, making her hair messier.

"It's time for dinner. What would you like to eat?"

Bei did not evade, on the contrary, he used his head to push Ding Fengyun's palm.

"I want to eat braised pork, chicken, fried pork steak, big meatballs, fried pork, and..."

Bei reported nearly 20 dishes in one go, and reported almost all the dishes Fengyun had cooked.

"Little greedy cat knows to eat."

Feng Yun smiled and started cooking.

Of course, he didn't make all the dishes reported by the shellfish, but he also made four or five samples, each of which was very generous, and the shellfish was almost immobile.

The two chatted for a while, and Bei's eyelids began to fight.

Fengyun decided to send Beibei back.

Before leaving, Feng Yun took a thick pile of paper and two more pottery bowls that were still considered Zhou Zheng.

The pottery bowl is for Bei.

Feng Yun did not care.

Not to mention two unqualified products, but high-quality products. Given the relationship between him and Bei, she would give it to her if he wanted to.

After returning, Feng Yun did not sleep, but deduced in his brain what the reason for the failure of pottery was, and at the same time, he also thought about ways to improve.

But he didn't know that the shellfish he sent back did not go to sleep as usual, but went to a place with a piece of paper and a pottery bowl.

When the gatekeeper saw Bei, he didn't stop him, but nodded to her, a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

"Good Uncle Mu."

Bei Tiantian yelled and walked into the stone house.

With the bright light radiated by snake eyes, the room has a clear view.

Wu was sitting in front of a big rock that was used as a table, holding a scorched branch and writing and drawing on a piece of animal skin, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Bei walked to the stone, did not speak, just watched quietly.

After a while, Wu put down the branches, rolled up the animal skins, put it aside, raised his head, looked at Bei, with a kind smile on his face: "It's Bei. It's so late, why don't you still sleep? ?"

"Witch, I want you to take a look at them."

As Bei said, he took out the paper and pottery bowl hidden behind his back and placed them on the stone.

Wu's eyes were immediately attracted by them.

He first stretched out his hand and picked up the pottery bowl, checked it carefully, and soon a confused expression appeared on his face.

Gently put the pottery bowl and picked up the paper again.

The charcoal on the hand left a black mark on it.

An expression of regret appeared on his face immediately, he hurriedly put the paper back on the table, wiped his hands on his body, and then picked it up again.

Wu gently stroked/touched its smooth surface, cautiously, as if it was a rare treasure.

Wu's every move fell into Bei's eyes, and her face couldn't help showing a proud smile.

She would show the paper and pottery bowl to Wu Wu. It was not that she realized their extraordinary value, but just wanted him to know how great Feng Yun was, a kind of child's character.

After a full quarter of an hour, Wu raised his head and looked at Bei, but the expression on his face became very serious: "Bei, where did you get these things?"

The tone is also very harsh.

"what happened?"

Bei was frightened, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

Wu seemed to realize that he was too harsh, and the expression on his face eased a little: "Don't worry, I just want to know who gave them to you?"

He did not relax at all in his heart.

At first, he was attracted by the exquisiteness of paper and pottery bowls, but he soon felt the danger from them, the great danger, the danger of destroying the entire Yan Snake tribe.

He knows the situation of the Yan Snake Tribe very well and can be sure that neither the paper nor the pottery bowl is owned by the tribe.

Now the problem is serious.

It’s not from the tribe, it can only be from outside, which means that the location of the tribe is already known to others.

Fifty years ago, if you know it, you will know it. It's not a big deal.

At that time, there were over 10,000 people in the tribe, and more than two thousand elite fighters. Few people dared to move their minds.

Now it's different. The number of people is less than one-fifth of the number of people in their heyday, and the number of people who will be in the early 2000s is less than 200.

More deadly, since the catastrophe fifty years ago, there has never been a new senior warrior in the tribe.

The Serpentine Mountain is the last place to hide.

Once it is known to others, the consequences will be unimaginable, and it may lead to the complete destruction of the entire tribe.

Although it has been fifty years since the catastrophe that almost destroyed the entire Yan Snake Tribe, as a witness to that disaster, those **** horror scenes were deeply imprinted in his mind and will never be remembered forever.

He didn't want the tragedy to happen again, even if it was to lose his life, he would stop it.

Bei couldn't get a glimpse of Wu's true thoughts, and told the truth: "These are all given to me by Brother Yun."

"Cloud? Which cloud?"

"It's Brother Yun who came with me not long ago. Wu, why did you forget?"

"Really him?"

Wu's face suddenly darkened, as if he was ten years old suddenly.

"How could it be him? How could it be him..."

An unwilling roar broke out in Wu Wu's heart, and he put the hope of tribal rejuvenation on him before in vain.

"Witch, what's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Seeing Wu's face was not good, Bei immediately showed a concerned look.

"I'm fine."

Seeing Bei's clear and pure gaze, Wu's violent fluctuating mood slowly calmed down.

At the same time, his mind began to become clear.

wrong. The result of divination cannot be wrong. Since it is good luck, it means that Yun will never do anything unfavorable to the tribe.

But how did these things appear in his hands?

Wu thought for a while and decided to ask Bei directly for the answer: "Bei, how did you get these things?"

"They were all made by Brother Yun."

"Created by clouds?"

Wu found it difficult to suppress the excitement in his heart: "You mean, he didn't get these things from outside?"

Bei didn't notice Wu's emotional changes, and showed a confused expression: "Outside? What's outside? Wug, I don't understand."

"I mean they were really made by Yun himself?"

"Of course Brother Yun made it himself, I saw it with my own eyes."

Bei's small face showed a hint of displeasure, as if he felt that Wu shouldn't doubt Feng Yun's ability.

Realizing that he was a total false alarm, Wu felt like a clear sky after the rain, swept away the haze, and didn't care about Bei's performance at all.

But the curiosity in his heart was also aroused. He wanted to know how paper and pottery were made.

His experience is many times richer than Bei did not know, and he has vaguely realized their extraordinary value.

He showed a gentle smile and said: "I am not suspicious of Yun, but these things are so good, and Yun is still a child, which really surprised me. Yun is really a smart kid."

"Wu, you don't know, Brother Yun is smart. What are these. He will also make a lot of delicious food. If you eat it, you are guaranteed to make you unable to walk."

Bei smiled, her face was full of pride, as if Wu praised Fengyun, and was more happy than she was praised.

"Really? I have to taste it when I have time. Well, tell me what they are and what they are made of."

Bei Xinran agreed, pointing her finger while explaining: "This is called paper. It is made of bark. First, the bark... This is called a pottery bowl. It is made of mud. The mud must be burned first..."

In order to maximize the extraordinaryness of the situation, Bei explained the production processes of papermaking and pottery in great detail.

Wu didn't need to ask any more questions at all, he already understood thoroughly.

"Yun is really a smart boy!"

After listening to Bei's explanation, Wu once again praised Fengyun, this time from his sincerity.

The process of papermaking and pottery may not be considered very complicated, but it is indeed very impressive.

When the goal was achieved, Bei felt sleepy and began to approach her, and she began to yawn.

"Bei, go back to sleep when you are sleepy."

"Witch, I'm leaving."

Pei's hands grabbed the paper and pottery bowl on the table.

"Bei, wait a minute."

"Ok?"

"This paper and pottery bowl are really good. I want to stay and have a look. You can take it back in two days. Okay?"

"This one?"

Bei looked a little hesitant, but nodded thinking of Wu's praise to Fengyun.

"Okay. But only for one day. I'll get it tomorrow night."

"Okay. I'll pay you back tomorrow."

After Bei left, Wu fell into deep thought.

After about half an hour, he stood up, found a piece of animal skin, carefully wrapped the paper and pottery bowl, and whispered to himself: "I was planning to do some things later. late."

After all, he walked to the door.

He confessed to the gatekeeper and walked along a path towards the corner of the tribe.

Soon, his figure disappeared into the thick night.

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