Jams
the chapter up 08
"Yuhu.. Finally. hhh, hhh. ready!"
Jihan washed the two stones, the event honing the new stone was completed an hour later.
Today Jihan already has a caveman tool that is river stone. When he tried to cut his hair, it turned out that he was just playing the violin, the flat stone was still blunt.
"Hii. why not tajem too?" jihan asked while observing. "Oh yeah. Nih khan natural cement, not copier shop cutter. Not a clever experiment to try on the hair, but instead maen butut lute. Hhh.. Gini if I go out of the cave, the error is acute."
Jihan immediately woke up, ending all the swearing. Moving into his pool. His pace settles, he thinks his steps will scare the fish. Jihan found five small catfish eating snake meat.
"I'm also Cobra meat. Fortunately I taro there, if in the stomach do not get fish. Bye, ah. I wait for the harvest to take it."
Jihan retreated slowly finished peering at her patch. He was still carefully treading his feet on the stones. So when stepping on a slippery rock, Jihan can immediately know, tilting the body for anxiety so as not to fall. He managed to stay away until the river bank.
About the appearance of CTF like this:
The forest had become an ordinary sight, so Jihan immediately straightened out to take the path up. The land around the river is rather high, still moist at once a little nanjak.
Why wasn't the location photographed with the protagonist? Maybe the photographer just came after Jihan left.
Who is capturing the location? Maybe Jaka Tarub, there's nobody really. Pictures are just a summary.😄
Dukh! Dekh!
Dukh's..!
Dekk!
Jihan sat banging the base of the tree where the wood was as thick as her hand. He sat down to smash his magic stone. It turned out that the tree was peeled to "bone", the innate stone made Jihan Anteng work.
Jihan has no comment. Maybe later after the job is done. Usually complain when sore or tired like when grinding rocks in the river earlier. Jihan Khushuk cut trees.
"Bah stop. Hhggs..! Beres is also a kater testing project. Stay megaproject super campfire construction."
Jihan stood up, pushed the first tree by the woodcutter.
"Fwm!"
Kre. kinks!
Tekh. tekh! Twekhs..!
The small, rather lush tree was shredded, broken, then collapsed helplessly. Falling in time.
"Hhh.hhh.."
Jihan wiped her forehead. There was sweat pouring out once it was done cutting down. But Jihan continued to cut into small branch branches, there were loose ones that were crooked too. All the cut jihan for firewood and something.
"Sipp!"
Jihan closed one of her eyes, aiming at the end of the wood she was holding. He got a pretty straight long branch. Jihan immediately sat on the pile of collected tree branches, peeling the gantar she got.
Srura! Srort!
Jihan started peeling off the ends of the wood. He made long nails aka fish spears. Either can also make emergency weapons ala guerrilla 45.
Beres acting like a rehab patient, the girl put her tongsis. He got up and picked up his rock. I don't know what else to do. Jehan comes to plants like this:
Or the trunk is like this:
His name is Rattan, which is usually drafted into this furniture:
Trekhs! Trekhs!
Jihan cut the plant, the thorny trees Jihan held carefully. Before long, the trunk was collected dozens of strands. Jihan immediately peeled off Rattan's skin.
After drying, the plant skin becomes like this:
Day went up in the afternoon. Jihan treads the beach from downstream of the river, she returns to the fisherman's "stop" with a lot of luggage. Firewood, catfish, rope, and pias and tired.
Bregh! Brugh..!
Jehan throws a bunch of cradled wood, as well as some barrels near the first wooden stock. Charcoal material has been enough he provides.
Gasping for breath, Jihan picked up the can of sardine she had chilled this morning. He then sipped the style of coffee connoisseur.
A slrrpp!
"Bad.. Steady Beb's. Finally. hhh.. hhh.. can drink aer decoction. Hhh.hhh.."
Srrlrpa..pph!
nb:
😆ya please, consider it coffee.
Jihan khan Marcel rehab version
here's the formal, srrllpp.pph! 😗
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