Even women who travel through time can become prime ministers and nobles.

"Fine, don't talk then. Why are you so menacing? I'm not easily intimidated."

Shen Yanchu, with his keen hearing, naturally heard Shi Wanxia's muttered words. He quietly withdrew his full aura and wanted to speak, but a few days ago, he accidentally ate some wild fruit, which damaged his throat, making it impossible for him to speak. So he gestured with his hand, pointing to his throat.

Shi Wanxia had lived in an orphanage before and had disabled friends around her, so she knew some sign language. Although the man's gestures were very different from modern ones, they were not hard to guess.

"You said your voice is ruined and you can't speak, that's a pity. I was counting on you to keep me company and help me pass the time. Now that you can't speak, this..." Shi Wanxia sighed deeply as she looked at him. "Never mind, you must be hungry too. I'll go make something to eat. You rest first."

Seeing that he was really weak, Shi Wanxia went to the cave entrance, moved a long, smooth stone, and carefully moved it behind him. She then used an entrenching tool to dig a hole and placed the stone slab inside.

Fortunately, the spot where he slept had a long stone pillar extending down from above, so the stone slab rested against the pillar, greatly increasing its stability. Worried that he might get hurt, she took out her other sweatshirt and laid it behind him, helping him sit up against it. Shen Yanchu was very grateful to this thoughtful girl; if it weren't for her, he probably...

Shi Wanxia ignored him, returned to the stove and relit the fire, still making bamboo shoot soup, adding the fresh mushrooms she had picked yesterday. She covered it with the lid, since there was no more firewood or hay, so she could go out and gather some while she had some free time.

"You rest here, I'll go out and gather some firewood, otherwise we won't have any use. I'll be right back."

After saying that, he hurriedly ran out of the cave and looked for dry branches and firewood near the cave. Yesterday it was windy and rainy, and there were many dry branches on the ground.

Before long, she had gathered a large pile. Shi Wanxia bent down and carried the dry grass and branches back and forth three or four times before stopping. Looking at the pile of licorice, branches and sticks in the cave, she returned to the stove with satisfaction, took a cup of water and drank some. The aroma of bamboo shoots and mushrooms had already filled the entire cave.

After calculating the time, another twenty minutes had passed. I lifted the lid, added three compressed biscuits, and boiled for another two minutes. Then I took out a bowl and spoon from the mesh bag, added some salt, and lifted the pot off the stove to continue boiling water in the pot with the boiling water.

The bowl was a disposable plastic bowl. I was afraid it would get too hot and burn him, so I let it cool down before handing it to him. "Brother, can you hold this? Why don't I feed you? We don't eat much, it would be a waste if we dropped it."

Shen Yanchu was stunned. This woman was feeding him. Although he was injured, the woman was so intimate with him. He froze, not knowing how to react. Unless she was a personal servant, it was strange for a girl who was not related to him to feed him.

Was she genuinely unaware or feigning ignorance...? Unable to speak or escape, Shi Wanxia simply scooped up a spoonful and fed it to him. Shen Yanchu stiffly swallowed it; the taste was strange, but delicious, containing bamboo shoots and fresh mushrooms, but he couldn't identify the other ingredients. He quickly finished the bowl.

Shen Yanchu, who had been hungry for a long time, looked at her with a little embarrassment, and a blush crept up his ears. Shi Wanxia got up and served him another bowl, so she didn't see it. This time, Shen Yanchu did not refuse and ate it all. Shi Wanxia fed him some water and noticed that his hair was messy and scattered on his face and body.

Although he looked disheveled, the man just sat there, and his whole demeanor was unlike that of an ordinary person. "Brother, why don't you lie down and rest? You need to take good care of your injuries now."

Shen Yanchu stared at her for a long time, then nodded, thinking that he wasn't hungry and could move around, so going to the toilet wouldn't be very convenient.

"By the way, if you need to go to the toilet, just signal me by tapping the ground with this stick. I can hear you. Don't be shy, you've had too much soup and water today."

Shen Yanchu was struck dumb upon hearing this, and didn't respond. Where was this girl from? She was so strange. But she was also thinking of him. However, this...

After finishing her meal, Shi Wanxia washed the bowls and started adding water and mud, stirring it continuously with a wooden stick. She let it sit for a while before using it, and then rolled the mud into several long strips.

After making the blank of the water tank, continue to add water and flatten the remaining soil with a stone slab. Add some dry soil so that it will not stick to the ground. Use a twig to draw an irregular circle by hand, and cut off the excess with a knife. The shape of the bottom of the tank is thus formed.

The next step was to make the body of the jar. First, the clay was shaped into a flat shape, then assembled around the jar's body. The joints at the bottom were reinforced, constantly patting and repairing it as it was built up layer by layer. Dry clay was then evenly sprinkled on the outside, and the jar was placed on a wooden frame that I had suggested, and then baked over a high fire. The temperature couldn't be too low, otherwise it would easily crack, so I added a few thick branches. Then I continued making buckets using the same method.

It can be used for showering and bathing, as well as for holding water. Making these three water tanks took over two hours; they're over 1 meter high and about 70 centimeters wide. Fortunately, they don't use much clay, and there wasn't much left, enough to make a pot and a basin.

Looking at my creations, I felt like a caveman. The cave was sweltering, so I lit four fires to bake the water tanks I made. As for the pots, I remembered reading about them in an article before. They weren't difficult to make, but the process was a bit complicated. I started making them while recalling the details.

First, select the finer soil, remove stones and impurities, then add water and knead into a mud ball. Hold a round pebble picked up from the river in your left hand, and use a template in your right hand to pat the mud ball into an oval shape. Then roll mud strips around the bottom, and sprinkle some wood ash on a stone slab to prevent the mud from sticking together.

I shaped a pot bottom that was neither too thick nor too thin on the stone slab. It was wide in the middle and started to gradually narrow when it was halfway across. I also had to use pebbles to smooth out the clay strips on the outside.

It took me a long time to finally make it. It's not very pretty, but it'll do for now! The basin was much simpler. I shaped them all, then started a fire and put it over the fire to bake. This water vat needs to be baked over the fire for at least 3 hours, and sometimes up to 5 hours. The basin is faster, but it still takes an hour or two.

"I don't think this firewood will be enough. I'll go and gather some more. These few will need a lot of firewood; we can't let all our previous efforts go to waste."

Shi Wanxia wiped the sweat from her brow and the mud from her hands, but she refrained from washing them with water. Gathering firewood was her top priority. She hurriedly left the cave and began searching nearby.

Shen Yanchu was awakened by the heat. Turning his head, he saw four fires burning in the cave. The ground was covered in mud and was filthy. Looking up, he saw pottery being roasted over the fire. Who was this girl? She could even make pottery.

Although it's a bit crooked, it's generally acceptable. I've never heard of this girl being so amazing!

Such skills are usually possessed by people in the royal government or aristocratic families; few people in the general public know them, let alone a young girl. The art of pottery making is passed down as a family secret, with generations serving the royal government.