Chapter 201: Burning Milk Pots and Boiling Animal Milk

“The milk can is broken. Will I be unable to drink animal milk in the future?” The little guy was about to cry.

“Hahaha…” Shi Yunfeng and Wang Zizai burst into laughter.

Then Shi Yunfeng touched the little one’s head and comforted him: “The jar is broken, just find another one. You won’t be left without milk.”

“Let’s go, let’s make one together.” Wang Zizai said with a smile.

After greeting Shi Yunfeng, he took Xiaobudian to search around Shi Village for a long time and finally found some suitable mud. Then the two of them started playing with mud. With the help of Wang Zizai, Xiaobudian finally made a mud pot after much effort.

“Big brother, how can we drink animal milk from this clay pot?” The little one asked in confusion, looking at the exquisite clay pot in front of him.

“Don’t be impatient, it’s not over yet.” Wang Zizai looked at the little guy with mud all over his face, who looked like a porcelain doll. When he thought that this was the future Emperor Huang Tian, ​​he couldn’t help but chuckled.

He stretched out his finger and drew a rune in the air, which looked like a ball of fire. With the last stroke, a ball of fire actually appeared in his hand, wrapped around the clay pot and began to burn it.

After a while, the flame went out, and the clay pot in his hand had turned into a pottery jar, which was simple, elegant and extremely exquisite.

The little one took the pottery jar with shining eyes, turned it over and studied it for a long time, and then said in a baby voice: “Big brother, can you teach me the bone script just now? This way, if the jar is broken again in the future, I can make it myself.”

“Of course.” Wang Zizai nodded with a smile.

That rune was abstracted from his spirit of fire. Compared with the bone rune, it was essentially the same except for the nature of the power it inspired.

The reason why I draw it slowly is to attract the little one’s attention and make him want to learn it, no matter what his starting point is.

“Let’s go. We’ll go back and boil milk for you in the new milk can. After you drink the beast milk, we’ll start learning bone script.” Wang Zizai touched the little one and nodded.

“Okay.” The little guy nodded heavily.

Back in Shi Village, Shi Yunfeng had already prepared the ingredients for cooking milk and was ready to start cooking milk for the little one.

“Grandpa Village Chief, look, this is a new milk can that my big brother and I made.” The little one babbled and handed the pottery jar to Shi Yunfeng as if showing off a treasure, in return for a burst of praise from Shi Yunfeng.

“Village chief, let me do it.” Wang Zizai took over Shi Yunfeng’s job of boiling milk. He matched various medicines and animal blood according to their medicinal properties, and put them into the animal milk in order to boil them together.

Occasionally, with the little one’s witness, he would slowly draw a rune and inject it into the beast’s milk, which not only perfectly stimulated the medicinal properties of various medicines and beast blood, but also made the aroma of the beast’s milk more intense.

The little one’s nose was twitching and he was swallowing his saliva quietly, obviously being attracted by the milky aroma.

Not long after, the beast milk that Wang Zizai was about to refine into a great pill finally came out of the furnace. At this point, except that the beast milk had not yet become a pill, it had actually turned into a jar of great medicine with mild medicinal properties.

“Be careful, it’s hot!” Wang Zizai poured the animal milk into the tiny milk jug and warned him as he looked impatient.

The little guy scooped out a spoonful of milk and blew on it for a long time. It didn’t feel hot anymore, so he finally took a sip with a satisfied look on his face. Then he poured all the milk in the spoon into his mouth.

“It smells so good, big brother, can you also teach me the runes for boiling milk?” The little guy took a few sips and finally had time to speak.

“I’ll teach you when you finish drinking.” Wang Zizai pinched the little white face. At this time, Shi Yunfeng took out a pile of animal skins from his stone house and handed it to Wang Zizai, saying, “Child, this is the bone script I collected when I was young. Study it together and teach them.”

“Okay, no problem.” While the little one was drinking the animal milk, Wang Zizai looked through the animal skins one by one.

After the little one finished drinking the animal’s milk, all the villagers, young and old, regardless of gender, were called by the old village chief to listen to the lecture.

Shi Yunfeng felt that Wang Zizai had explained the bone script in such a simple and easy-to-understand way that anyone, unless they were born dumb, would be able to understand and learn it.

The children were fine, but many adults felt that it would be better to build up their strength with that time. It was not like they had not heard from the village chief before that it was impossible to learn. However, due to Shi Yunfeng’s mandatory order, they all came in the end.

Wang Zizai looked at the more than 300 people in the village and started from the rune representing fire, disassembling and reassembling it bit by bit, and even changing it into other powers.

Some adults in the village didn’t care at first, but as they listened, they found that they actually understood it. As they used their spirits to drive the energy in their bodies to draw runes, a small flame appeared on their hands.

After that, everyone listened more carefully, because this was something that could actually increase their strength. Living in the wilderness, strength is always the most important thing.

They were careless before and just thought that what Wang Zizai said was the same as what Shi Yunfeng said and was difficult to learn. But now they found that they could learn it, and they became more serious than the other.

……

In the evening, as everyone’s stomach began to growl, Wang Zizai finally stopped teaching for the day.

“Let’s stop here for today. Let’s go back and have dinner first. If you have any questions, I will answer them for you tomorrow morning.” Wang Zizai said.

Everyone had been listening to him explaining the bone script attentively and had not noticed anything, but when they stopped, they immediately felt tired and hungry. Despite this, everyone had a happy look on their faces.

“Hahaha, I didn’t expect that I, Shi Feijiao, would one day master bone script.” A burly man, although tired, looked excited as he looked at the runes condensed in his hands, and the others were no less excited.

Everyone dispersed and went back to their homes to start cooking animal meat and the like. Soon, the sky above Shi Village was filled with the smell of fireworks, as if it were a paradise.

Wang Zizai also completely took over the task of cooking animal milk for the little one. After Shi Yunfeng saw Wang Zizai cook it once, he handed it over to him with confidence.

After drinking the animal milk, the little guy went to chase the five-colored bird that he could never catch up with. After chasing for a while, he ran to grab the tail of the big yellow dog in the village.

Wang Zizai observed the five-colored bird carefully. It had some mysterious power in its body, which made him a little afraid. However, it seemed to be out of its mind and looked like an ordinary bird.

After taking a look at the five-colored bird, Wang Zizai turned his head to look at the old willow tree at the entrance of the village. The trunk was more than ten meters in diameter and was completely charred.

Apart from half of the main trunk, there is only a weak branch. The branches and leaves are as crystal clear as jade, occasionally emitting a soft light, sheltering the entire Shi Village.

Willow God!

Including the month he spent lying down, Wang Zizai has been here for a while. It’s time to go and say hello.

(End of this chapter)