As a result, the marks of broken and grinding on the nails become particularly conspicuous.

Zhuang Nanjia took a closer look: "Maybe she was in a hurry to scoop up the water and broke it." ”

Yan Saburo said: "This is a trace formed by scratching hard. ”

"The boat shook so badly that perhaps she was unsteady on her footing, and she was in a hurry to grab something, which caused her nails to break. Min Chuan also said, "With such a long nail, it is easy to break." ”

Their cultivators, including Dou Ya, do not keep their nails, just to make it easier to hold the sword. The longer the nails, the more in the way.

He glanced at Yan Saburo: "What, do you still think this is man-made?" People with long eyes have seen it, Huo Fangfang died in an accident.

The boy was noncommittal: "I didn't say that. ”

At this time, the captain of the ship repaired the plank, climbed up to the deck from the ladder and said: "In addition to the mast to be repaired, the canvas must also be repaired, and the hull is damaged in many places, I need your help." ”

After a life-threatening storm, the ship was also riddled with holes. The two sails that were still hanging above were tattered, not to mention the large piece of canvas that had just fallen with the mast had been stabbed unsightly by the bilge people.

Ding Yunzheng was displeased: "That's your boatman's business." He was already seasick, so he went to the bottom of the boat to scoop the water, and now he was so tired that he was about to lose his strength, and he wanted to fall asleep.

The boat boss had a straight face: "We can repair it ourselves for two days, you are not afraid of delaying the trip of the Hidden Country." ”

Ding Yunzheng's face was still full of reluctance, and Yan Saburo interjected: "The cabin is full of water, and I can't sleep." ”

Just now, the storm swept the waves into the cabin, and now there is hardly a dry place on the whole ship. Even if Ding Yunzheng was sleepy and dying, he couldn't sleep on the wet bed.

After all, it's November now, and the wet bedding freezes when the cold wind blows, which is the so-called "cold like iron".

Ding Yunzheng's face darkened, but he couldn't refute it. What Swallow Saburo said was the truth, the damn fact.

He could have asked Min Chuan to use his real power to turn the cover into ice, steam water, and iron it, but there was standing water everywhere in the cabin, and when he lay down, a wave of steam came to his face. Besides, he also wants Min Chuan to retain his strength to deal with all kinds of emergencies.

Seeing that he no longer squeaked, Yan Saburo began to assign tasks. It is imperative to clear out the decks encroached by debris so that the bedding of the cabins can be dried.

"It's only past the afternoon and the sun is strong. If you hurry, you might be able to get the sun in the evening. ”

Next, Yan Saburo and Jing Qing helped the ship's boss repair the mast, Ding Yunzheng and Zhuang Nanjia cleaned the deck, the two crew members went to the bilge to sort out the items and drain the stagnant water, and Dou Ya worked hard to repair the broken sails.

In fact, she has the heaviest job. Nowadays, the monsoon prevails, and the sea is sailed. There were so many holes in the sail that even if she was skillful, she couldn't quickly sew such a large area of canvas.

Seeing this, Yan Saburo handed the hammer to Min Chuan: "You can repair the mast." I walked to Dou Ya and began to thread the needle, and then grabbed a piece of canvas and sewed it, and the speed was not slower than Dou Ya at all.

Both men sew their sails with fishing line to keep them stable. The little girl turned her head and saw him sitting cross-legged beside him, his long fingers flying, the thread following the needle, and he was very familiar with his movements.

His needlework is as meticulous and meticulous as he is.

The midday sun shone directly above, illuminating his calm brow.

Long eyebrows, handsome eyes, well-defined. The youthfulness of his youth has not faded, but Yinglang has already gained the upper hand.

The little girl stared at him blankly.

Yan Saburo didn't raise his eyelids either: "You're slow." "The canvas can't go fast if the boat doesn't hang up, Dou Ya's task is very heavy, so he came to help, but she is now in a daze.

"Oh. Dou Ya came back to his senses, his cheeks were slightly red, and he quickly pulled up a topic, while putting down the needle: "You can also do needlework?"

"Hmm. ”

"Where did you learn it?" There are also children from the Han family in the Sha Sect, but they will not be with her. Dou Ya has never seen a man around her be a female celebrity.

"If you are poor, you will naturally be. "It would be good if he had clothes to cover his body when he was begging in Yicheng, how dare he hope for new clothes? This needlework is not a difficult task, and he will sew and mend his clothes when they are torn.

If you are poor, you have to know everything.

Naturally, Dou Ya couldn't realize how much bitterness was contained in this sentence, she bit her lip: "If only Sister Huo were still alive, I have seen her do needlework, much better than me." After a pause, she said, "She is sewing a small coat for the child." ”

As she spoke, her eyes turned red again.

Chitose is right, women are really made of water. Yan Saburo sighed secretly, I don't know where she got so many tears: "It doesn't have to be good, it's enough." "He knew a little needlework, but he was only a sewing, not on a par with the tailor who made a living from his craft in a ready-to-wear shop.

But so what? The ready-to-wear shop is owned by him, and the tailor can make whatever beautiful clothes he wants.

When the canvas is sewn on one side, it is hung on the other, and the speed of the wooden boat has increased a lot. Before the halfway point, the deck was cleaned up, and everyone hurriedly moved out the contents of the cabin to dry.

This is a problem: the space on the deck is already small, and there are many things to dry. Ding Yunzheng pointed to the canvas-covered corpse and said, "Let's bury her first." "I'm going to make room to come out and dry the quilt.

Soldiers died on the battlefield with horse leather shrouds, and those who were unfortunately shipwrecked were buried at sea.

Everyone's hands were all moved. Indeed, there was only a small position on the ship, and there was no way to stop her. Besides, people die like lights going out, everyone is going to sea with their heads on their heads this time, and they have been mentally prepared for this kind of ending, and it was the same when Huo Fangfang was alive.

Dou Ya said softly: "I'll come." "Stand up and go for a rope to wrap her in the canvas.

Zhuang Nanjia watched from the side, and finally couldn't help but say: "What, it's not that I'm cold-blooded." Shouldn't we take what we're out of her?"

Today first experienced a thrilling experience, and then followed by a big cleaning, Zhuang Nanjia was old after all, and no matter how good his health was, he couldn't bear it, so he sat on the deck and gasped.

He gasped so hard that Jing Qing was worried that he would faint in the next second.

Everyone looked at him together, Zhuang Nanjia's voice became smaller and smaller, but he still finished speaking completely: "Although it is pitiful, she is dead, and she can't use other things." ”

Ding Yunzheng's eyes were full of disdain: "Aren't you a wealthy doctor, why are you still greedy for something on people?"

Dou Ya's face was unhappy. These people are too ......

Yan Saburo threw away the last piece of canvas he had sewn, patted his knee and stood up: "Take it out." "The winter in Yicheng is not good, people freeze to death every year or two, but the things they carry with them will not be wasted at all.