In the days of surviving in the fairy forest

Rick, who demonstrated the fire-roasted raisins, was almost overwhelmed by the excited gourd baboons.

"Finally, I don't have to watch the precious mountain grapes rot in vain!" Tasting the sweet raisins, the Gourd Baboon King, who was still trying to pretend to be a king just now, burst into tears. Together with other Gourd Baboons, he circled the fox and the squirrel Sing along and dance, while dragging one of the gourd baboons to the side that almost steps on Rick's diagram of a crown.

Facts have proved that only food can arouse the enthusiasm of forest animals. Before Rick spent so much time, he just got the gourd baboon king to treat him with courtesy. After demonstrating the method of making raisins, one fox and one The rat was immediately awed and revered by all the gourd baboons.

If the fox hadn't been quick to refuse, and patted his chest to guarantee that he could get raisins from the sun-dried grapes, he and Ali would have been left directly in the gourd baboons as "fox's army adviser and squirrel's staff officer".

Even after resolutely rejecting the invitation of the gourd baboon king, Rick and Ali still got a large pile of grapes tightly wrapped in banana leaves, and were helped by one of the gourd baboon soldiers to the two living tree holes the door.

This is about the biggest concession Baboon King Kan ever made on the grounds that Rick is his fanatic.

"You must come here often when you have time!" The gourd baboon king firmly held Rick's paw, and seven or eight gourd baboons around him stared at the fox with fiery eyes. The squirrel curled up its tail and circled around him several times in fright.

By the time we said goodbye to the gourd baboon king and returned to the tree hole, the sky had already dimmed.

Rick looked at the big bag of mountain grapes that couldn't fit in the tree hole, let out a happy sigh, and then began to spit fire and roast the raisins diligently.

The squirrel sat aside and gnawed grapes, chewing and talking vaguely: "How did you come up with the idea of ​​talking to the gourd baboon king, I was almost scared to death at that time!"

"Wealth and wealth are sought in danger," Rick said casually after concentrating on roasting grapes, "Besides, the gourd baboon king seems to care about rules and face, so he can't make things difficult for us casually. You see, there is something wrong with this." Harvest."

"That's true," Ali thought happily, threw away the finished grape skins, and transported the roasted raisins into the newly built stone box.

This stone box was made again after they found green caterpillars after the dried meat box was full, and it was bigger than the previous one. It was originally calculated that it would take more than ten or 20 days to fill it up. Who knew the enthusiasm? The gourd baboons gave them so many mountain grapes, even if they were all baked into raisins, there were high piles, which made the box full in one day.

"These foods are enough for us to eat until next spring!" Squirrel Ali put his hips on his hips and laughed contentedly.

When the squirrel came back to pick up raisins, Rick also finished his work, patted his paws and lay down on the blanket, revealing his fluffy white belly, happily rubbing the stone box full of food.

"Hey, my dear little fox," the squirrel said with a smile, rolling around on the ground a few times, getting close to the fox's head, scratching at the fox's ears, "have you learned the dance of the gourd baboons today?"

Rick widened his eyes and tilted his head to look at him: "What do you mean?"

The squirrel rolled up the fox's paw with its tail: "Come on."

"No. That's stupid."

"come on."

"No."

"come on!"

"..."

The night is dark and the moon is in the sky.

The fantasy and mysterious Fairy Forest is so quiet that only the sound of insects can be heard.

In the inconspicuous tree hole at the bottom of a towering tree with lush branches and leaves, a fiery red fox cub and a brown chestnut squirrel are dancing a strange but enthusiastic dance around two square stone boxes.

Rick hopped on the spot, tap-dancing with all four paws, playing happily, and couldn't help singing.

"Don't look at me as a sheep, the intelligence of a sheep is unimaginable~No matter how high the sky is, my mood is still unrestrained, facing the sun every day~"

"what?"

Shocked, the squirrel quickly jumped to the tip of the fox's nose and patted its big tail, "Rick, wake up! You are a fox, not a sheep! You eat sheep!"

……

Although the night before was noisy until midnight, both Rick and Ali woke up early the next day.

After all, there is never too much stored food, especially in the autumn when there are many fruits. One fox and one mouse first set up today's rabbit trap, and then picked up a lot of nearby branches and put them in front of the tree hole to dry. To prepare for Rick's pottery firing in the next few days, he put on his backpack and walked towards the grape grove with great momentum.

After walking for a while, I saw four or five gourd baboons standing on the top of the tree not far away, looking around, as if they were looking for something.

Rick raised his head curiously, and happened to meet one of the baboons. Before he could say hello, the baboon jumped down from the tree and jumped in front of the fox. A fox and a squirrel are in their arms together.

This movement, which looked like a baboon mother holding her cub, made Rick feel awkward.

"Military division, we are here to take you to the mountain grape grove under the orders of the king."

"Okay, I'm in trouble," Rick added with four claws on the arm of the gourd baboon, and added helplessly, "I'm not a military advisor, don't call me a military advisor!"

"Good military advisor."

The remaining gourd baboons gathered around one after another, each eagerly looking at Rick and Ali, and by the way glared at the gourd baboon who was able to hug the fox with envious eyes.

"Good morning, military master!" "Does military master eat grapes?" "Military master, I'm much better at hugging foxes than him! Would you like me instead?" "Then I want to hug the staff officer!"

The gourd baboons hugged each other, Rick curled up his ears in embarrassment, and patted their arms one by one with his big tail as a greeting, allowing the gourd baboon to lead them into the air and jump between the trees.

The wind whizzed by, but in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in the mountain grape forest.

Barbara with short legs had to run for half an hour to reach Rick in the mountain grape forest: "..."

Although you will get motion sickness by taking the gourd baboons directly, but the speed is really fast!

In the grape forest, except for the gourd baboons who trade with other animals in the forest and maintain order on a daily basis, the rest are drying raisins in the freshly cleared open space deep in the forest.

The gourd baboon king was standing on a high platform, talking to a few gourd baboons around him.Turning around and seeing Rick, he immediately waved to him joyfully and roared like thunder: "Military division! You are here!"

The baboons around the baboon king also shouted: "Military division! Come and see what needs to be improved on this crown!"

"I'm not a military adviser—" Maozhuo covered his face, Rick was tired for a moment, and finally gave up explaining, and jumped to the high platform in twos and twos.

He discussed crown making with the gourd baboon king on the high platform, while squirrel Rick jumped on the shoulder of one of the baboon soldiers and commanded the baboons to put the clean grapes on the ground to dry.

"The temperature in the mountain grape forest is high and the light is good. It should be able to dry into good raisins in a few days." A Li, who had experience in drying grapes for storage, tried to calculate the date with her paws. "If you can please With the help of fire-attributed animals, the time should be shortened even further.”[1]

The baboons beat their breasts and roared excitedly, and began dancing around the grapes again.The atmosphere was very warm.

Rick, who was discussing the structure of the crown with the baboon king, looked over with a little worry when he heard the sound, and saw the squirrel jumping happily, jumping from one baboon's head to another, and the baboon warmed his hands when he was tired. Protecting him to rest, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and turned his attention back to the crown.

The gourd baboon king obviously attaches great importance to the manufacture of the crown. He has packed up the most precious items among the baboons in one night, wrapped them in banana leaves and placed them on the table.

A withered and yellowed vine, said to be the first vine discovered by gourd baboons, three or two beautiful stones of various shapes, and a handful of crystal clear feathers.

"Those are all gemstones. We got them from robbing the tiger cave. Being close to the gemstones can make the animal's racial skills stronger," the gourd baboon king puffed up his chest, trying not to show off his tone so complacently, " These feathers are from the most beautiful plume swans and may seem fragile, but cutting stones is like cutting grapes!"

Rick let out a cooperative "Wow". From the corner of his eye, he saw the tail of the gourd baboon king wagging more and more vigorously. He felt amused, so he blew a few rainbow farts along the way, which made the baboon's tail jump wildly, and then turned around and started Instruct the baboons to weave crowns.

The baboons learned very quickly, Rick only taught it a few times, and some baboons made up the general outline of the crown, and then used natural glue burned from gum to coat the bottom of the jewels and feathers, and embedded them firmly in the crown. .

Looking at his own short fox claws, and then at the slender and nimble fingers of the baboons, Rick gnawed on his claws with envy.

After it was done, it took some time to hang it on the branch to dry. After it was completely dried, a beautiful and bright crown was freshly baked.

The Gourd Baboon King couldn't wait a long time ago. He rubbed his hands and stared at the crown. When Rick said "It's ready to try it on", he didn't even care about the king's majesty, and jumped over with a loud voice, picked up the crown and put it on. on the head.

The gourd baboon king, who is as strong as a hill, wears a crown of vines, and his face is so fierce that it becomes unfathomable because of the crown. Looking left and right, he really looks like a king.

Rick Seal applauded: "Your Majesty is so handsome!"

The gourd baboon king touched the crown on the top of his head, swayed left and right, and smiled shyly with embarrassment, which made Rick almost lose his footing in fright.He turned around and quickly ran to the top of the tallest tree in the grape grove, raised his head to the sky and roared, beating his chest frantically with both fists, and let out bursts of rhythmic roars.

All the gourd baboons in the grape grove, whether they were drying raisins or trading with other animals, quickly put down their tasks and rushed to the bottom of the big tree.Thousands of gourd baboons surrounded the big tree and beat their chests together following the rhythm of the gourd baboon king.

The fox's ears drooped, and its paws were tightly pressed against its face. Rick was so dizzy from the noise that he didn't even notice when the squirrel came back to him.

Ali poked the fox's head and opened the fox's ears, and Rick realized that the roar of the gourd baboons had ended at some point. At this time, they were circling the gourd baboon king, singing "The king is the strongest, the crown is good!" Prestige", while dancing and dancing.

The squirrel looked at the fox with bright eyes.Pointing to the two of them, and pointing to the group of baboons singing and dancing over there.

Rick: "...don't even think about it!"