I'm not a wild eater

"Finally finished, it's getting dark."

"When you are young and have nothing to do, it always feels like a long day."

"Now it feels as if half of the day has been stolen. It seems that there are no 24 hours in a day. Ten hours are exhausted, and there is no more."

"Time is like flowing water. Some people think it flows slowly, but I hope it can be slower, and slower."

"When you are 80 or [-] years old, you will really feel the fear of the passage of time."

A cup of hot tea can really soothe the tiredness after a hard day.

Muqing drank honeysuckle tea, enjoying rare relaxation.

[Sniff, someone's chicken soup came out. 】

[Okay, I've already taken a notebook to write it down. 】

【Brother Mu said this, are you just over [-] years old, okay? 】

[Pfft, the host is in a good mood. My grandfather said that now I am very afraid of the sun going down, and every day I live is one day less. 】

[I still know the idea of ​​being seven or eighty years old, do you think you were born again? 】

[You are not right, the wind is quite smooth today. 】

You are just a bunch of ignorant brats.

Mu Qing slandered, put the teacup aside after drinking water, finished some finishing work, and then downloaded it.

Listening to the sound of the bamboo forest, Muqing slept soundly and deeply.

Jingle, Jingle, Jingle.

Early the next morning, Mu Qing was awakened by the alarm clock in his sleep.

Taking out the alarm clock from the backpack and pressing it off, Mu Qing glanced at the live broadcast, um, it didn't start automatically.

Then I will sleep for another 10 minutes, and take a 10-minute nap to wake up.

After "10 minutes", Mu Qing yawned and stretched long.

The righteous light illuminated the entire bamboo forest.

Mu Qing looked at the time on the alarm clock with a confused face.

Just, nine o'clock?

What should I say so that I won't be complained about?

After organizing the language for a while, Mu Qing gave up.

No matter how you say it, you will be complained about.

On the premise of making sufficient mental preparations, Mu Qing was still shocked by the amount of barrage.

Even more than the day the program group gave me an alarm clock!Much more!

"What are you laughing at?" Mo Mo'er pushed her into Quan Wei's office and asked curiously.

She knows her best friend best. It's better in private, and she will never laugh in the company.

This made Momo'er very envious.

She can't control it, and she can laugh out loud at a little happy thing.

The injections cost much more than Quan Wei.

"The program you recommended before, this No. [-] is really good, and it can create effects very well." Quan Wei said with her dead face restored.

"I've already told you, this young man is a bit interesting. I myself grew up as an anchor when I was young, and I'm very accurate in judging people." Mo Mo'er looked at Quan Wei with a teasing smile on her face.

"You will also be the host on the last day of their show, right?" Quan Wei raised her eyebrows towards Mo Mo'er.

"This is an offending thing. You give me a month's home page push, and I'll think about it."

Momo'er put the dessert on the table, blew a kiss, and left with a smile.

In the bamboo forest, Mu Qing is struggling to cut bamboo.

His machete has been upgraded, and it only takes four or five strokes to see this kind of bamboo.

Difficulty is just an effect he deliberately showed.

It's very understandable to look miserable and oversleep.

"one two three four five six seven eight nine ten."

"Okay, I just want to get these ten big bamboos back."

Regardless of the fact that a piece of bamboo is not heavy, a grown man can easily carry it.

The superimposed effect of ten bamboos is definitely not as simple as ten times.

In order to facilitate transportation, Muqing used a machete to clean off all the branches on the bamboo.

The branches are placed in a sunny place to dry, and they can be bundled and brought back to be used as firewood in the future.

"If I say now that waking up late will really run out of time, you probably won't say anything, will you?"

"It's just after cutting and cleaning the bamboo, and it's already past eleven o'clock."

"Looks like it's time for lunch again, hahaha."

There are still many things to do today, Mu Qing doesn't want to waste too much time on eating.

I found a bamboo with bamboo worms, and the bamboo joints were not knocked open, and the head and tail were sealed with soil to prevent them from running out.

Then put the bamboo joints on the fire and let it burn slowly by itself.

Mu Qing picked up a bamboo and walked to the top of the hill.

[Why did you take one and leave? 】

[Brother Mu is not going to move one by one, is he?Then we have to move to the Year of the Monkey? 】

[Actually, the Year of the Monkey is coming very quickly, and it will be next month, hahaha. 】

[It doesn't feel like, Brother Mu didn't take anything, so he won't just go back to the camp. 】