Chapter 10: The Birth of Hunting Tools

  The little furball didn't listen to the old man's words and fall asleep, but instead looked at Mo Yier, only listening to and trusting Mo Yier's words.

  Mo Yu'er saw the old man say this, and it was possible that he would help rescue Cai Feng'er, so she also nodded to Xiao Rongqiu: "It's okay now, you go to sleep first. If your grandfather doesn't help me later, I'll call you again."

  "Meow..." The little furball cried out, then closed its eyes again.

  The old man shook his head helplessly, he was now completely, without any status at all.

  Mo Yi'er rolled her eyes and said to the old man, "Are you going to help me rescue Cai Feng'er or not?"

  "Hmph! Let's go, I owe you one." At this time, there was no such saying as owing from the previous life, but the old man just felt like he owed Mo Yi'er, having to help her with everything.

  Mo Yu'er smiled and said, "I knew Grandpa was the best."

  For an old man, such words still had an effect, and a smile also appeared on the old man's face, who was the first to walk towards the lake.

  "Grandpa, it's not this way, it's that way." Mo Yuer hurriedly pulled the old man and pointed to where Cai Feng'er was trapped.

  "I'll go get some water, the spider silk that's stuck to the stinky bird is very sticky, and only by wetting it with water will the spider silk lose its stickiness, can we rescue the stinky bird." The old man said calmly, had already picked a large piece of lotus leaf from the nearby lotus tree, the two walked to the lake and scooped up a large lotus leaf of water, then rushed towards where Cai Feng was trapped.

  The old man ran quickly and steadily, not a single drop of water splashed out from the lotus leaf. When they arrived at their destination, Cai Feng was already exhausted and had stopped struggling. The whole bird looked limp, as if waiting for death.

  The appearance of Mo Yu'er made its bird eyes shine brightly, seeing a glimmer of hope for survival.

  The old man splashed a handful of cold water on it, and in its silly and confused eyes, it jumped onto the tree again and scratched the spider silk with its claws. With a "plop", Cai Feng fell from the tree.

  The height wasn't too high, and the ground was soft grass, so Cai Feng didn't die from the fall, just got hurt. It let out a miserable cry, twisting its body on the ground, its colorful tail trembling, which made the bald old man feel uncomfortable again, turning around to leave and running towards the resting place.

  Mo Yu'er shouted "Thank you, Grandpa!" behind him and then went to help Cai Feng'er untie the spider silk on her body. As expected by the old man, this spider silk lost its stickiness after getting wet, but after Cai Feng'er's struggles, she also got entangled in a lot of spider silk, making it impossible for her to spread her wings and fly. Unfortunately, both feet were also tied with spider silk.

  Mo Yu'er couldn't help it, she didn't have sharp claws like the old man and Xiao Rong, so she had to use her hands to slowly pull off the spider silk from Cai Feng'er's body.

  It was precisely this that led to a startling discovery. The spider silk, it turned out, was no longer sticky but had great elasticity, just like the rubber bands of the 21st century, and was very durable, unless subjected to a very large force, it would not break at all.

  Mo Yi thought of a use for the spider silk in an instant, with its elasticity it can be used to make many useful things, such as belts or slingshots and so on.

  What a blessing in disguise! She couldn't help but hug the silly Cai Feng'er, and slapped him twice: "Great job, you did the right thing this time!"

  Cai Feng'er still stared blankly at Mo Yi'er, without any extra reflection. Except for Mo Yi'er's guidance on the direction and her strong desire for beautiful things, Cai Feng'er ignored everything else.

  Mo Yu'er was unable to take the majestic Cai Feng'er back with her, so she continued to remove the spider silk from Cai Feng'er's body on the spot. As she removed it, she wound the spider silk into neat balls and placed them aside, preparing to bring them back.

  It wasn't until the sky turned dark that the spider silk was completely unraveled, and there were more than a dozen balls of spider silk the size of steamed buns. This time, it could be said that they had a good harvest. Mo Yier wrapped the spider silk balls with leaves and then climbed onto Cai Feng'er's back, and the two of them returned to their resting place.

  The little furball has woken up again, pacing back and forth, worried about Mo Yi'er. The old man told him that Mo Yi'er would be fine, just to wait. He was afraid of missing Mo Yi'er, so he could only listen and wait here.

  Cai Feng'er had just landed, and before Mo Yi'er could climb down from its back, a big ball of fluff pounced over, pinning Cai Feng'er to the ground with its massive lion body. "Waaa~ waaa~" It was acting cute and begging for hugs, but its hind legs were desperately kicking at Cai Feng'er's body. "Damn bird, it's all your fault that Mo Yi'er came back so late and made me worry so much. I'd be better off trampling you to death."

  Cai Feng'er had been bullied for almost a day, and now she was being bullied again. She let out another miserable cry, but it was weak and powerless.

  "Huh? What's wrong with Cai Feng'er?" Mo Yier asked in confusion, without noticing the small movement of the little ball.

  The little fluffy ball wanted to say something, but couldn't speak out loud, so it looked up at its own grandfather with pleading eyes.

  Grandpa often spoiled his grandson and disliked Cai Feng'er, so they naturally worked together. "I think this smelly bird is tired, you guys come over to eat barbecue and let it rest."

  "Oh." Mo Yier's stomach was also hungry, so she didn't notice Cai Feng'er's teary eyes at all and rushed to the side of the bonfire to eat roasted meat.

  The silly Colorful Feather was ignored by her master, wanting to follow but afraid of the two Golden Lions, so she silently shed tears and hid in a nearby thicket to forage for food.

  Mo Yu'er was eating the barbecue slowly and steadily, while Xiao Rong and Jin Shi finished their dinner in just a few bites. Then the old man looked at the package of leaves that Mo Yu'er had brought back and asked: "What's this?"

  "Ah, it's spider silk."

  "What did you bring this broken thing back for?" The old man lost interest as soon as he heard it, and casually asked a question.

  "Of course it's useful, just wait and see!" Mo Yier didn't explain much to them, after all they were used to hunting with their sharp claws and swift speed, and couldn't understand the human need for hunting tools.

  "Oh!" The old man was unenthusiastic, as long as it wasn't food, he had no interest.

  After eating the barbecue, Mo Yi found a suitable branch to make a slingshot, then took out spider silk and wove multiple strands together, making the spider silk slightly thicker and more solid.

  The little fluffy ball watched for a while and then fell asleep, leaving Mo Yier alone in making the slingshot.

  A '?'-shaped branch was rubbed smooth, and an elastic spider silk was tied to the two forks, making a simple and practical slingshot. Mo Yier was overjoyed, and immediately picked up a stone, intending to try it out.