Danny understood that she was now the leader of the group. She must show confidence and strength. She must not be afraid or show weakness.
Just like the doctor in charge must not show doubt and worry to the patient before entering the operating room.
"Are the horses not willing to drink the water from the puddle?" Danny asked again.
"Yes, they don't even want to go near there." Afanti showed fear and said with a trembling voice, "That is poisonous water. The water that animals can't drink is poisonous water that has been cursed by demons. Everyone knows that."
"Everyone knows."
A voice came from behind Danny. It was Ah Ge.
Dani's Blood Oath Guards came out with their arms bare and only their silk pants.
Although Ma Min was ignorant, their survival wisdom was still worthy of recognition.
"I will tell you a little trick to solve this problem."
Soon, Dani was busy. She ordered her men to carry her big red copper basin out of the tent.
It was a bathtub that was bigger than a modern family's bathtub. It was used by the two-meter tall Zhuo Ge to bathe. It was a big guy that weighed more than a hundred pounds.
Then she dug a trench at the edge of the puddle and put the red copper basin in it. The basin was too high. It was not convenient to put water on the ground.
Then she covered the basin with a sheepskin blanket. In the middle of the blanket, she dug a bowl sized hole. The sheepskin prevented the water in the basin from evaporating under the high temperature.
The next step was to build a two-meter tall triangular frame above the basin. The frame was divided into four layers. Each layer hung a cotton bag.
From top to bottom, the first bag was filled with a thick layer of thick sand. The second bag was filled with fine sand. The third bag was half filled with cotton wool. The fourth bag was full of coke.
Finally, because the weather was too hot, Danny arranged people to build a tent on top of the triangular frame.
"Now, go and get the water from the puddle. Pour it into the top wide mouth bag. Do it slowly. Don't spill it."
After a while, the water droplets penetrated layer by layer. "Drip, drip, drip, drip". At first, it was only dripping. Gradually, the filling of the bag was soaked. At the bottom of the bag, the transparent water droplets almost formed a silver line and flowed into the basin.
Ah Ge was crawling at the bottom of the wooden frame. He cried out in surprise, "The water is so clean. It's even cleaner than the water we took from the Shepherd's River."
"This …" Even the knowledgeable Sir Jorah was shocked speechless. He had never seen such a simple and ingenious method of collecting water.
Could it be that Her Royal Highness was really a hidden genius?
He knew that this extremely intelligent idea of hers had only been inspired by the words of the maidservant.
The Red Wasteland was not a big desert. There were many shallow mud pits with sewage. What it lacked was clean water.
If this water filtration technology could really dispel the "demon's curse", they might be able to bring most of the Khalasar across the wasteland.
Thinking of this, Chora became even more excited. "Your Highness, we should melt the bathtub and make a big kettle.
There were many shallow puddles and wet mud scattered in the Wilderness, but a single puddle could not fill such a large bathtub, and the distance between the puddles was too far. It would be a pity to give them up, but it would be a waste of time and manpower to take them one by one.
It would be better to choose dozens of elite cavalrymen, three to a group, two to each horse, and one to each group with a large water bottle and a number of empty water bags. They would spread out in all directions in the form of scouts. While exploring the terrain, they would also search for water in the wasteland. "
Danny sized up this middle-aged bald man who was as burly as a black bear. This was the first time she realized that he had such a sharp mind.
"Alright." She nodded in approval of his idea.
"Kalixi, the water can't go down. What's going on?" Rakarov, who had been pouring water into the upper cloth bag, shouted in panic.
Danny stepped forward and moved to the side of the wooden rack. She pulled open a corner of the cloth bag …
"It stinks!" In a moment of carelessness, she was actually forced to take three steps back from the smell.
The originally bright red sand was now covered in a layer of black paste. The filtration system had already been paralyzed.
"We have to change the sand and charcoal inside every once in a while. The amount of cotton wool is limited. If we run out, we can change it with weeds."
Danny thought of the Devil's Grass that even the tough horses could not chew and added, "First, we can knead the grass into a ball and smash it into cotton wool. Or we can stuff it into the horse's mouth and let it chew for a while before digging it out. "
"Can you dig it out, Afandi?" She looked at the little old man and asked.
"Yes, the horse won't swallow the grass until it's crushed. It's just that …" Afandi hesitated for a moment and said with a bitter face, "Docile mares are honest, but some fine horses have fierce tempers. They even dare to bite lions."
"You guys can do as you see fit."
Even after the carbon absorption filtration, Danny still had people boil the water before distributing it. This time, she considered the problem of sweat removing minerals from the human body and added salt and dried figs to the water.
Faint sweetness, faint saltiness, refreshing and delicious. Doreah loved it to death.
On the second evening, Danny's Khalasar only traveled a hundred kilometers, half of the previous night's distance. They stopped around midnight.
Other than the fact that they happened to encounter a slightly larger pool of dirty water here, Danny also hoped to conserve the horse's stamina.
Everyone in her team had at least one horse, and they were moving at a speed of 15 kilometers per hour. This kind of exercise was not too much of a burden for both the horses and the people.
The key was in the supplies. Even a healthy horse would not be able to endure such a high intensity march without food and water.
This time, Danny also made some adjustments to the location of the tents.
In the middle of the night, while filtering the water, she ordered a group of strong warriors to use rocks and mud to make a wall. The curved short wall was not sturdy at all. But when the sun rose the next day, this wall blocked 70% of the direct sunlight.
On the third day, when they left, Danny made some changes to the centaurs' hairstyles.
Centaurs would only cut their braids when they failed. The longer the braids, the more respected they would be. So, even the old man Afandi who raised the horses would also braid his sparse bald hair.
Although there was no such thing as' the body, hair and skin were given to the parents', centaurs never cut their hair.
The weather was so hot and they couldn't bathe. Not to mention the fact that it was easy to get sick from bacteria, that greasy hair … Even if the centaurs themselves were used to it, Danny who was beside them could not stand the smell.
If not for her heat-resistant body, she would have cut off her silver-blonde hair.
So, she suggested that Aggo get a bald head. Erm, the bald Chora did not need a haircut. He did not have many strands of hair to take care of.
"If I cut off my braids, everyone will look down on me." Aggo shook his head like a rattle-drum.
"Then I'll get everyone to shave their heads," Danny said.
"Everyone knows what braids mean to the Dothraki. After we leave the wastelands, what will the others think of us? Defeated cowards? Slaves from Slaver's Bay? "Jhogo was also resolutely against it.
"I heard that centaurs would rather be killed by their slave masters than have their hair shaved, unless they were Dothraki slaves who were raised from infancy.
Long braids and the bells on the braids are a clearer symbol of the Dothraki than the arak scimitar, "Chora persuaded.
Danny hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said, "Then let's have a moon-shaped hairstyle … Sigh!"
Her last sigh was filled with sorrow and helplessness.
Other than herself, who else could understand?
She seemed to want to revive "my Great Qing" in this great world of "innocence".
Chora pushed the dagger with great difficulty between his fingers, as if he was shoveling feces in a toilet without a squatting hole. The blade stuck close to his scalp, scraping off a thick layer of black dirt.
It was a strange mixture of hair oil, sweat, dandruff, dust and flea eggs, fermenting for months.
Aggo, who had his hair shaved off, was like a tortoise shedding its shell … That was really a layer of shell that had been hardened together!
"How do you feel?" Lakarlo asked curiously.
"Feel?" Aggo showed a refreshed expression as if he had been completely released after being constipated for half a month. He muttered, "I feel like I've taken off a sheepskin blanket that I've been warming for half a day on a hot summer day. I feel much more relaxed."
"It's not an illusion. The burden on your head has been reduced by at least three pounds this time," Danny ridiculed exaggeratedly.
"As expected, the braids have been preserved without any damage." Kui Luo pointed at the scalp at the back of Aggo's head that still had hair, and exclaimed excitedly, "Look, it has no effect on the length of the braids. This moon gate hairstyle is simply amazing. It's a gift from Kalixi on behalf of the Horse God. It should be promoted throughout the Dothraki Sea. "
"Kalixi, can we shave our hair like this too?" Centaur maid Jiqi asked enviously.
Danny almost choked on her own saliva.
"It's better if you cut your hair short."
In the end, her Khalasar, regardless of gender, cut off more than half of their hair. The men, including the boys, all had moon gate hairstyles. The women had planned to follow suit until they saw Danny cut Doria's ear-length hair short …
Danny herself didn't cut her hair. She didn't need it. Firstly, she was heat-resistant. Secondly, it was easy for her to clean her hair. She only needed to barbecue herself in the fire.
Dandruff, oil, lice, and bacteria couldn't withstand the burning of 1,000 degrees Celsius.
Every time she bathed in the fire, her three young dragons would flap their wings and follow her, like dolls following their mother into the female bathhouse for a bath.
And every time they saw Danny playing with the three dragons in the fire, her maids would show reverence as if they were facing a god.
It was also because of the fiery bath with the dragon babies that Danny knew how to feed them.
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