Boiling and Dyeing

Jian Mo patted it again. "It's okay, this nest has been used for so long, it's normal for it to be worn out."

Wu Jiong said from the side, "It's a good opportunity to get a sturdier nest. We have so many stones left over from building the kitchen; that should be enough to build it a nest."

Jian Mo said, "Then we'll have someone come and build it tomorrow."

The materials were mostly readily available. The next day, Jian Mo and Wu Jiong traded some lime and cement with the tribe, and asked their friends to come over after hunting and gathering in the afternoon to help build a nest.

They've already built a kitchen, and Jiujiu's nest is just like a kitchen; it doesn't require much technical skill.

Jian Mo and her family built their nest on the left side of the house, making a larger opening that was taller than the kitchen but shorter than their two-story house.

The effect of building this nest is that it has varying heights and shapes.

Jiujiu really likes its new nest and keeps looking inside.

It tried to crawl into the nest before it had even dried out.

Jian Mo pulled hard on its paw. "Wait! Don't rush in, or this new nest will collapse soon."

Jiujiu looked down at Jian Mo with pitiful eyes.

Jian Mo patted its fat belly. "Wait two more days. You can stay outside for the next two days. Once the nest is dry, I'll line it with animal hides and hay. It'll definitely be more comfortable than the old nest then."

Jiujiu: "Chirp."

Jian Mo tried to persuade and coax him, and finally managed to calm him down.

To provide Jiujiu with a comfortable nest, Jian Mo and Wu Jiong went out of their way to cut the softest hay.

Hay laid on the ground can insulate against moisture and cold, and also make the nest softer and more comfortable.

Besides hay, Jian Mo also lined its nest with animal hides. They had a lot of animal hides, and lots of old ones too. It would be a waste to throw them away, but they were perfect for making a nest for Jiujiu.

Jian Mo quickly set it up; the young people in the tribe had never seen a nest like this before.

That day, taking advantage of Jian Mo and Wu Jiong's absence, the young beastmen, who were extremely envious, secretly went to Wu Jiong's house together.

They transformed into beast forms and took turns squeezing into Jiujiu's nest:

"It's so beautiful."

"Wow, and there are windows too! Jian Mo and the clan chief really put together such exquisite decorations!"

"It's comfortable inside, and there's a faint scent of grass."

"It's really nice to lie down here."

Jiujiu was squeezed out and watched as the big cats and dogs crawled into their dens and lay down. It cried out anxiously.

A large cat flicked its tail and propped Jiujiu up on its hind legs, saying, "Don't be so stingy. We're just lying around; we won't really steal your bed."

The other giant wolf. "Yeah, let's lie down and learn a bit."

Big Fox: "Jiujiu, how about we live with you from now on?"

When Jian Mo returned, she saw a bunch of fluffy things huddled in Jiujiu's nest, while Jiujiu had been pushed outside.

Upon seeing Jian Mo, Jiujiu immediately turned its head and called out loudly, "Jiujiu!"

This is suing.

Jian Mo was completely speechless.

The big cats and dogs in Jiujiu nest belatedly realized what was happening and quickly explained, "We just came to learn how to set up our nests."

A Hu, the big orange cat, looked at Jian Mo expectantly. "Jian Mo, do you guys want to keep a pet? The kind that can talk?"

Jian Mo couldn't take it anymore and gave the furry little creatures in the nest several sharp raps on the head, chasing them out of Jiujiu's nest.

Jiujiu looked at Jian Mo with admiration. "Chirp!"

Chapter 73 Boiling and Dyeing

That day, Jian Mo went out to gather resources all day, and when he returned to the tribe, Wu Jiong had not yet come back.

He walked around the house twice, saw that it was in good order and there was nothing to do, so he simply sat down, poured himself a glass of water, and slowly drank it.

The sun hadn't completely set yet; it was still early.

He figured he'd just grab his clothes and go take a bath in the river later.

Boiling water is a bit of a hassle, but now that the weather is warm, taking a bath in the river shouldn't be a problem for him, given his physical condition.

Just as he was rummaging through drawers and closets looking for clothes, someone outside called out to him, "Jian Mo, are you there?"

"Upstairs," Jian Mo called down, carrying the clothes as she went downstairs. "What's wrong?"

The voices outside grew even more excited. "Jian Mo, your custom-made pot is ready! We'll bring it over to you."

Jian Mo quickened her pace immediately. "Let me see."

Ban Ming and A Hu each carried in a large pot. "These are the pots we have. Take a look and see if this is what you wanted. If you don't think it's suitable, we'll send it back and have De Jiang and the others modify it."

Jian Mo had commissioned the tribe to make a large metal pot some time ago, but making a metal pot requires a certain level of skill, making it difficult and time-consuming.

During this time, he also went there several times to draw up blueprints and explained the production method several times.

This process was particularly difficult, and he was too embarrassed to urge them, mainly because urging them wouldn't help anyway, so he stopped paying attention to the big pot for a while.

I never expected that the young people would suddenly take the blame for him today.

Jian Mo exclaimed with delight, "Let me see!"

Ban Ming and A Hu placed two large pots in front of Jian Mo: "These are the two pots."

Both of these large pots are over a meter in diameter and look like the kind of large pots commonly used in rural areas.

His stove has two burners, just big enough to fit two large pots.

Jian Mo walked closer, carefully touched the edge of the pot, and then checked it inch by inch.

The pot is generally quite uniform in size; when you hold it in your hand, no side is particularly heavy or light, and you can feel that the thickness of the pot is basically the same.

Both pots bear fine hammer marks, likely because they were made from a single large sheet of iron. There are no gaps between the pots, and they feel heavy in the hand, indicating excellent craftsmanship.

It was far superior to most of the pots Jian Mo had ever seen on Earth, with particularly fine details, the kind of fineness where you couldn't feel any burrs when you touched it.

Ban Ming observed his expression from the side. "Jian Mo, how are you?"