In the days of surviving in the fairy forest

The next morning, Rick and Ali went to the mountain grape forest first.

Rick taught the gourd baboons how to make smoked sausage and sausage, and entrusted them with finding salt stones.

The gourd baboons who are indulging in the deliciousness of sausages, as soon as they heard that salt adds flavor to food, prolongs food storage time, and is good for their health, they are like chicken blood, and hurriedly asked what salt looks like and what it is. Looking for a way, I sent a few baboons to the forest to find it.

Compared with the previous life of eating enough, sleeping, sleeping and eating, and only needing to hunt and take care of the grapes, the gourd baboons are much more busy now.Not only do they have to mow grass and milk the long-haired white cows every day, chop fresh meat and mix it with muddled fruits for the ptarmigans to make food, but they also take turns patrolling the beehives and make fresh milk into cheese and butter. Busy and busy all day long.

However, this hard life makes every gourd baboon extremely happy.They can eat all kinds of delicious food, and they don’t have to worry about being hungry the next day, and they don’t have to give up sick or old people when the prey is scarce. They also accumulate a lot of cow hair to weave into beautiful cow hair quilts, Even in the harsh winter, which is full of dangers, I have the confidence to survive it safely.

And Rick and Ali, who brought them all this, are already as important as their own king in the eyes of the gourd baboon.

"We're going to the mossy swamp to find pomegranates," Rick said to the gourd baboon king. "It might be a few days before we get back to the treehouse."

The terrain of the moss swamp is strange, and there is a risk of falling into the swamp from time to time, so larger animals rarely set foot in it. Like the feathered swan they met last time, it is already a tyrannical existence.

Therefore, Rick is not worried about their safety. On the contrary, the gourd baboon king is worried. Looking at the cute fox cub, he feels inexplicably melancholy feeling like a mother who travels thousands of miles.

"Be careful, especially at the edge of the mossy swamp, which is very close to the cloud forest. There are often poisonous snakes hunting nearby." Snake flowers, ground into powder, wrapped in leaves and stuffed into the fox's knapsack.

The fox smiled with his eyes crooked, waved his claws to bid farewell to the gourd baboons, and with the squirrel on his head, he happily ran to the northwest of the grape grove.

Because Pangpang still needs time to adapt to his evolutionary form, he did not come out with Rick and Ali, but stayed in the tree hole, practicing walking and hard training various methods of using worm silk.

In the bushes, seven or eight green caterpillars showed their heads, stealthily imitating the master's silk-spinning skills.

Rick, who had been to the moss swamp several times, found the place familiarly.He ran among the moss and bare rock, jumped lightly onto a crooked birch tree, straightened up and looked around.

"Nothing has changed here," Ah Li sighed, pointing his claws at the thorny bushes over there, "I remember there was a group of ptarmigans there before, and we even went to catch a ptarmigan."

Rick remembered it too.I don't know if it was because he had been on the road for too long, but he smacked his mouth, thinking of the smell of grilled thunderbirds, he actually felt a little hungry: "At that time, we thought that the thunderbird's racial skill was to summon thunder and lightning, so we didn't dare to provoke them."

I don't know who gave this kind of idea to the thunderbird group, so many animals in the forest believed it, so that they didn't dare to hunt thunderbirds at will. Ke and Ali were still kept in the dark.

That being said, neither Rick nor Ali felt that the Thunderbirds would stay where they were after such a long time.The fox's paw landed on the ground and sneaked into the bushes without making a sound. Sure enough, it didn't see the shadow of the thunderbird. Instead, it found a relatively hidden burrow, and slipped out a long string of legged rabbits from it.

Served with honey and butter, baked rabbit legs are also a delicious meal.Rick and Ali ate with gusto. After eating, they looked at the getting darker sky and simply nestled down to rest. After waking up from a sweet sleep, it was sunny morning again.

Rick and Ali always remembered their goal, and did not delay in the middle. The fiery shadow sprinted like a sharp sword, and went straight to the deepest part of the mossy swamp.

The wet silt in the swamp is piled up, and the vegetation is mostly moss and low shrubs. A few birch trees are scattered, and they always bow their heads with their chests in their arms, and their backs are bent like centipedes.

Because of this, even though it was still far away from the stone mountain in the swamp, he could see the direction of the stone mountain as long as he looked up. Rick was not worried about getting lost at all, and the squirrel was lying on top of the fox's head and fell asleep.

When they were approaching Stone Mountain, they were stopped by a large group of feathered swans.

Seeing the feathered swan not far ahead in amazement, Rick climbed up the tree in an instant, lay down between the branches, and asked the squirrel curiously: "Isn't the feathered swan an animal that likes to live alone? How come it moves in groups. "

Ali didn't know the reason, he blinked his eyes, poked his head out curiously, looked at it for a while, and asked in surprise, "Why did they go here together?"

Before the words were finished, the feather swans had already walked under the birch tree, raised their heads in unison, and looked at the fox and squirrel on the tree.

Ahhh, found out.The squirrel jumped back on top of the fox.

Coughing in embarrassment, Rick jumped forward and jumped in front of Feather Swan, his ears wobbling softly: "Sorry, we are just passing by, we will leave right away."

Although he didn't want to run afoul of the vengeful swans, Rick wasn't afraid and spoke freely.With his current ability, it may be difficult to defeat so many swans head-on, but it is absolutely easy to escape.

The feather swans didn't mean to embarrass him. They just saw animals sneaking around so they took a look. They saw only fox cubs and chestnut squirrels, and they obviously didn't think they were dangerous.

"Which of us do you think looks better?" the feathered swan in the front asked straight to the point.

Rick was taken aback.

"Tell the truth." The feather swan next to him pushed the feather swan away from the one who had just spoken, with a hint of threat in his eyes, "little foxes who lie will be punished—if you think I'm the prettiest, then be honest. Say it!"

"Don't be smug! Obviously I look better!"

"What are you talking about! I am the most beautiful feathered swan!"

The feather swans yelled again, and the fox and squirrel couldn't help but cover their ears with their rattling noises one after another.They argued for a long time, turned their heads unanimously, and said fiercely, "Tell me, who is the most beautiful feather swan!"

Rick: "..."

He is a little fox, how does he know which feathered swan is more beautiful? He obviously has a pair of wings and a mouth!

If he had to choose, he could only choose which feather swan was the tastiest!

Looking around, all the feather swans were staring at each other, and they seemed to fight if they disagreed. Rick scratched his head in distress.

It's not that you can't just run away or just do it, but it's better to form a good relationship than to be hated by the Yu Swan family.After all, little fox likes making friends best.

"I have a method to select the most beautiful feathered swan, do you want to hear it?" The fiery red fluffy tail shook, and he raised his paw to ask.

Feather swans naturally want to listen.

"All geese have the love of beauty. Every swan thinks that it is the most beautiful. Therefore, the swans we want to select should not only think they are beautiful, but also conform to the aesthetics of most swans."

Rick spoke eloquently.

"What better way to see which feathered swan is more beautiful than a beauty contest!"

beauty pageant?The feather swans thought hard.

"There are various standards of beauty," Rick looked at the appearance of the feather swans, racking his brains to weave, "The smoothness and smoothness of the feathers, the shape of the wings, the posture of walking... In addition, we also need to look at the swans. Strength, knowledge, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, bla of this feathered swan."

"what do y'all think?"

The feather swans looked at each other, and felt that this was an objective and scientific judgment standard, at least much more accurate than listening to who won when they met and quarreled.

So they obeyed readily and flew around impatiently. Under Rick's command, they built a round platform with a diameter of about two meters in the middle of the swamp with moss, and spread a moss blanket about six meters in front. In the auditorium on both sides of the moss carpet, one by one walked the runway.

A feathered swan took the lead, stepping on the moss blanket with its paws, and walked gracefully towards the round platform.His neck was raised, and the beautiful feathers were shining brightly in the sun, so white that no flaw could be found.

"His walking posture is so beautiful!" "How long has it been practiced!" "Hmph, I can walk so beautifully too!"

In the auditorium, the feather swans whispered.

Rick, who watched the big white goose swaying forward, was numb, raised his paw and rubbed his eyes, but couldn't see the beauty of this posture.

Letting a fox appreciate the beauty of a big white goose is a bit out of line.

Ah Li stood beside Rick, bouncing up and down, clapping his paws: "Great, great! This posture is so beautiful!"

Rick paused, silently changed his paw and continued rubbing his eyes.

After walking up the runway from the moss blanket, the feathered swan stopped in place, and slowly stretched its wings. The white wings were as soft as snow, and they were lightly filled with the fairy air of clouds. With a little force, the racial skills were activated, and the wings became Sharp and sharp, with a strange metallic luster in the feather tail, it is dangerous and charming.

"You can use racial skills without shedding your feathers! No wonder you have the confidence to be the first to appear on the stage. This kind of strength is definitely one of the best among feathered swans!" The squirrel exclaimed.

The feather swan on the stage proudly changed its posture and continued to show off its elegant figure.

When the show was over, the feather swans in the auditorium rated him one by one.

"The feathers are fine. I give them a nine."

"The walking posture is good, I scored eight points."

"It's far behind me, huh, I'll score six points!"

"It's really good, I give it ten."

The over-excited squirrel took the initiative to take on the duties of explaining and counting scores. Holding the bark and charcoal in its paws, it used the counting method Rick taught him to write and draw. Finally, it calculated the scores and handed over the bark with the scores written on it. To the feather swan who walked off the runway.

"This beauty pageant is so interesting!" The squirrel jumped on the fox with a smile, "How about holding it after we return to the grape grove!"

Rick: "??"

Thinking of the gourd baboons getting together to show their heads, the fox fur stood up in horror, and its paws slammed on the head, trying to get this image out of his mind, Rick's voice changed: "Not so much Sample!!"