"The beach was too hot, I only dug a little bit and came back."
Fu Miaoxue seemed a bit listless, as if the sun had made her a bit dizzy.
She asked Du Lai, "Did you find a water source?"
Du Lai nodded, placed the bamboo tubes filled with water down, "We should boil it before drinking. I still need to go out later."
"What for?" Fu Miaoxue said sulkily, "This water should be enough for us to drink today, let's set up the tent first..."
"I want to dig some clay near the water source to see if I can fire some pots."
The bamboo tubes were too narrow and thin, making them inconvenient for holding water or cooking. Like now, even with a row of bamboo tubes hanging from his body, he hadn't brought back much water.
Shelter needed to be set up, pots were needed too, and there were so many urgent needs.
Du Lai walked to the campfire and saw five or six clams on the bottom of the birdcage.
"You only dug up this little?" he asked somewhat surprised.
