His strength was much greater than ordinary people's, and he knew how to weave baskets and the like, so even though he was injured, the speed at which he crafted the wooden raft was very fast.
Almost as soon as Qingyue dropped a bundle of branches, he would join them together into a raft.
The trees on the face of the cliff were not towering giants, so Qingyue climbed cautiously and broke off branches from five trees before Yuchuan had enough to make a roughly two-square-meter 'miscellaneous branch raft'.
Yuchuan intentionally left some vertical sticks with load-bearing capacity to support the makeshift raft.
Looking down, Qingyue saw that the landing spot had been prepared, and the third brother held a thick stick and was hammering an ordinary wall stone before using the knocked-off stone to smash the cliff wall, to collect small stones and the mud from the crevices.
She continued to gather firewood from the cliff face.
Night had completely fallen.
