Traveling through time and space to achieve a well-off life with your family

For three consecutive days, Banmu went out early and came back late, bringing back a lot of prey every day. On the fourth day, Banmu went out early and came back empty-handed: "Xiaomo, I'm sorry, I didn't catch any prey today."

Cheng Mo smiled and brought a bowl of water to Ban Mu, saying, "It's okay. We have plenty of food, enough to last us for a long time." Cheng Mo dried or pickled the prey from the past few days, and even dried a lot of vegetables. Smelling the increasingly strong smell of smoke in the air, Cheng Mo felt increasingly uneasy.

No one knows when the fire will be put out. It hasn't rained since the rain four days ago. Now even the smoke can be smelled in the valley. Cheng Mo is a little worried. The water source at the foot of the mountain has not been cut off, but just in case, they still have to store some water. However, they have no water storage tools, and the desire to make pottery is getting stronger and stronger.

"Banmu, let's go to the Borvira Mountains. I need the soil there to make pottery. Pottery is a kind of storage tool." Cheng Mo planned to make pottery as soon as possible. Besides, the Borvira Mountains are in the direction of the God-forsaken Land, so they can also go there to see where the fire is.

Banmu nodded, and Cheng Mo prepared to set off with several newly made bamboo baskets at home. Banmu took Cheng Mo flying in the air, and Cheng Mo saw billowing smoke from afar. A large forest was engulfed by flames. There were no birds flying above, and it was unknown whether they had escaped or were left in the forest. Fortunately, there was a big river between the Valley of the Wind and the forest, but unfortunately the water level had dropped a lot, and it was unknown whether it could be blocked. If it could not be blocked, perhaps they would have to find a new place to live.

Ban Mu led Cheng Mo to avoid the forest filled with thick smoke, but Cheng Lingqu was still choked by the thick smoke and kept coughing. Cheng Mo felt so distressed that he took a wet animal skin and gently placed it on Cheng Lingqu's mouth and nose. Ban Mu quickened the flapping of his wings, and after a while they finally arrived at the foot of the Bolula Mountains. The Bolula Mountains had not yet been invaded by flames, but the trees near the direction of the fire began to turn yellow and dry.

Cheng Mo led Ban Mu to a stream and found clay that could be used to make pottery according to the geological report. Cheng Mo pointed to the reddish soil by the stream and said, "Ban Mu, dig out this soil and I will make pottery."

Banmu nodded, stood in the stream and started digging. He found a vacant space by the stream, spread a layer of large leaves and sat down to make pottery. He first picked out the pebbles in the clay, then beat the clay repeatedly to expel the air inside, and finally molded the clay into the shape he wanted. They didn't have good tools, so the pottery they made only had to be big enough and not leak.

After working for a long time, Cheng Mo made many pottery jars and plates, and arranged them in rows. He looked at the clay Banmu brought back, which was enough to make two more water tanks. So he stopped Banmu and said, "Banmu, stop digging. Go pick up some dry firewood. We will dry these things later."

Banmu stopped what he was doing, washed his hands and started to collect firewood. Cheng Lingqu slept next to Cheng Mo. Banmu moved quickly and soon collected a lot of dry firewood. Cheng Mo pinched two large water tanks and dug a big pit on the ground. He instructed Banmu to build up the dry firewood, put the finished embryo in the middle of the dry firewood and started to burn it. The burning time would be very long, and the burning temperature had to be at least 1200c. Cheng Mo sat by the pit and added firewood. Once the fire subsided, he started to add firewood.

Banmu could only go find food by himself, but there was little food nearby. He only picked up a nest of bird eggs and caught a burning beast. These foods were not enough to fill him up. Cheng Mo asked Banmu to keep an eye on the fire, and he went down to the river to fish. He had good fishing skills and good luck, and caught three big fish.

After eating a hearty meal, the three continued to guard the fire until the next day.

After Cheng Mo put out the fire, he did not rush to take out the pottery. He was afraid that the temperature was not high enough and wanted to use the residual heat to burn it for a while. After the pit cooled down, Cheng Mo took out the pottery from the pit. Several of the pottery put in were burned, but the two large water tanks were not damaged. This success rate was also very high.

When the three of them hurried back with the finished pottery, they found that the fire had reached the river. The river water had been burned dry, revealing a dry riverbed and many dead fish. Cheng Mo watched this scene worriedly. He didn't know if the fire could be put out. He only hoped that it would rain before the next one, otherwise the fire would continue to burn and they would be in danger.

When Banmu was rushing back home, he found a group of scattered people below, heading in the same direction as them. Among them were many cubs and two females, and only a few males. They were all covered in dust and looked very embarrassed.

Banmu didn't mind his own business. He took Cheng Mo home in a hurry. His past life taught him not to mind his own business. Who knows if a stranger is good or bad? Cheng Mo's heart was hanging on the pottery in the bamboo basket, fearing that it would be bumped. What if the pottery he had worked so hard to make was broken?

When they returned home, Cheng Mo quickly took out the pottery in the bamboo basket and looked at it. Fortunately, it was not damaged. Ban Mu did not transform into a human form, and their two large water tanks had not been moved yet. He had to go again, and it was almost noon, so they had to light a fire to cook. So Ban Mu went back alone to get the remaining pottery, and Cheng Mo cooked at home.

When Banmu returned safely, he found that the previous team had disappeared and he didn't know where they had gone. Cheng Mo made a pot of fish soup. The stream below their house had not dried up yet, but there were a lot of black ashes floating on the river surface. Their fields had also sprouted.

"Banmu, after dinner, let's go down and fetch some water. If the fire doesn't go out, the water source below will dry up and we will be short of water." Cheng Mo put down the bowl in his hand and said. Banmu nodded and quickened his movements.

After finishing their meal, the two stood by the stream. Cheng Mo looked at the various floating objects on the water with worry. This wildfire lasted for a long time and it was difficult to put it out with their strength. They could only leave it to fate. Cheng Mo dug a small pit not far from the water and used sand, stone and soil to filter out the impurities in the water. The water obtained in this way can be drunk as long as it is boiled again.

In half a day, Cheng Mo harvested enough to fill a large water tank. Ban Mu went hunting. This place was not far from home, so it didn't seem dangerous. Cheng Mo sat on the side and prepared to make a lid for the water tank. Cheng Lingqu fell asleep on his back.

Cheng Mo, who was concentrating on cutting wood, didn't notice a figure sneaking up behind him. The figure quietly came not far behind him, squatting behind the bushes and observing him.

Feeling someone was watching him, Cheng Mo looked around cautiously. There was no sound nearby, but Cheng Mo still felt something was wrong, so he stood up with a hoe and shouted: "Who!? Come out!"