I'm not a wild eater

I just cleared the weeds and vines on the road a few days ago, and I walked much faster today.

Going forward, Muqing needs to move forward while clearing the weeds, so the speed slows down significantly.

"This hillside is really difficult to walk, and there are a lot of weeds."

"Apart from the wild guavas along the way, I didn't get much harvest, and I didn't see any rice fields, wheat fields or the like."

Muqing complained, and continued to walk up the hillside.

When he was about to approach the top of the mountain, Mu Qing glanced at the time on the live broadcast ball, and it was already past four in the afternoon.

The evening wind was blowing, and the mountain wind was blowing the jungle, making a rustling sound.

Mu Qing stopped what he was doing, and listened quietly.

He can often hear the sound of the wind blowing the leaves here.

But the voice he heard today has no reason, it just makes him feel very familiar, with an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

"It's going to be sunset soon, this time, we won't fly."

"Let me show you this height, the jungle sunset from the first perspective."

[Watching the sunset is the most romantic. 】

[Conscience anchor, most people have already left in a hurry to finish their work. 】

[I missed the Flying Twilight last time, but I caught up with the live broadcast this time, so happy. 】

【Mom, I want to go see the scenery with your son-in-law. 】

[Upstairs, because of your words, my husband will kneel on the washboard at night. 】

[Idiot fans are terrible, girlfriend fans are even more terrible, anchor, take care of yourself. 】

The further up the hill, the more difficult weeds become.

In addition, Muqing often stopped to listen to the familiar rustling sound coming from a distance.

The overall action is not too fast.

It was almost five o'clock when we reached the top of the mountain.

When he reached the top of the mountain, Mu Qing looked around, and just thought of a poem that could suit the occasion.

Words suddenly stuck on the lips.

In the picture, Mu Qing was taken aback for a moment, then quickly grinned at the corner of his mouth, revealing the same stupid smile of the landlord's silly son.

Very happy, even running and sliding, headed down the back of the hillside.

Many female fans waited for forty minutes to watch the sunset with Mu Qing.

I don't know what incredible thing Mu Qing discovered. It is foreseeable that he is not going to watch today's sunset.

There was a burst of complaints on the screen in an instant.

Mu Qing was not in the mood to watch the barrage at all, he was in a state of extreme excitement, so happy that his whole body was going to fly.

It was you, it was you.

Even though I haven't seen it for decades, the sound of the wind blowing your leaves still makes me feel so familiar.

There is a perfect shelter, hot water is available, and it is very easy to make fish baskets.

It's him, it's him, it's him, our friend, little Nezha.

Oh, no.

It is the bamboo forest that I miss so much.

Chapter 33 This is a Big Project

Before high school, Muqing grew up with his grandparents.

There is a small bamboo forest on the back hill of the house in my hometown.

Fresh and tender bamboo shoots grow in spring, and flickering fireflies fly in summer.

Muqing's room faces north, and every time I sit by the window and do my homework (read comic books), I can always hear the mountain wind blowing the bamboo forest, making rustling, rustling sounds.

When Mu Qing was in high school, he would go back every summer vacation.

After going to university, fewer people go back.

Later, the two old people passed away, and the old house was sold, so Muqing never heard the sound of the bamboo forest again.

But this memory has been deeply integrated into his subconscious mind.

Hearing it again after living a new life will still feel very cordial.

What makes Muqing ecstatic is of course not only the intimacy in this flesh and blood.

For survival in the wilderness, bamboo is definitely a cheat-like existence. Even if there is only a small bamboo forest in front of you, it is enough to survive for a hundred days.

Mu Qing, who grew up beside the bamboo forest, does not need any systematic knowledge on how to use bamboo.

"Hahahahahaha."

Mu Qing hugged a bamboo, shaking it while giggling like a convulsion.

[It's over, it's over, it's over, a good kid will be stupid if he says he's stupid. 】

[Isn't it just a bamboo?Can't it? 】

[There are bamboo shoots to dig, and if you are lucky, there will be many more. 】

[There will also be bamboo rats in the bamboo forest, which are big, fat and tender. 】

[There will be bamboo worms in the bamboo joints, wrap it in egg flour and throw it into the oil pan, crying greedily. 】

【Bamboo is hollow and easy to carry, strong corrosion resistance and durable, it is an excellent material for weaving daily necessities.My family sells bamboo furniture, hahaha. 】

Bamboo is still very common, and almost everyone knows some uses of bamboo.

There are at least a few bamboo products at home.

The discussion about bamboo is unprecedentedly heated.