In the days of surviving in the fairy forest

An exquisite log cabin hangs inside the tree hole, and a piece of comfortable tiger skin blanket is exposed from the mouth of the clay pot in the cabin. In the center of the blanket, Chubby is lying on his back, with a big turquoise fluffy tail covering his white belly, sleeping soundly. Comfortable and sweet.

There was a burst of meaty smell, Fatty shrugged his nose, opened his mouth unconsciously, sucked in his saliva, and suddenly woke up.

"Is dinner ready?" He rubbed his eyes, muttered something, poked his head out in a daze, only to find that the squirrels and foxes were not in the tree house, and then remembered that today he was going to fry fish floss, opened the door sleepily, and swayed Fly out of the tree house.

In front of the tree house, firewood was crackling under the earthen pot. Rick was standing on the edge of the pot, holding a small wooden spatula in his claws, waving the spatula to fry fish floss with a serious face.

"When the color of the fish turns yellow, pour in the honey," he said to the squirrel who was holding a jar of honey and was waiting for him. "Just pour out the jar."

The squirrel nodded, looking nervously at the fish floss in the pot, for fear that it might miss the time.

He took out a piece of cheese and stuffed it into his mouth. Chubby chewed and chewed. He didn't see the part that needed his help, so he leisurely flew to the big tree not far away, while dangling his legs to watch Rick and Ali busy, While secretly taking out the feather swan feather that he found in Rick's backpack, he poked secretly to compare which is sharper, this feather or his own worm silk.

After a while, Rick extinguished the flame of the clay pot, shook the sticky fox fur, and waved excitedly at Pang Pang: "Pang Pang, what are you doing sitting on the tree? Come quickly, our fried shredded fish is ready! "

In a hurry, he hid the swan feather that had been broken in two, and stammered, "I, I'll be right away! Wait a minute!"

The fried fish floss is golden fluffy, fluffy and fluffy, it will whet your appetite when you look at it, and it melts in your mouth when you eat it.There are flavors of honey and lard added, and the aftertaste also has a caramel-like soft, glutinous and sweet aroma, so delicious that Ali almost bit his tongue.

Pang Pang flew to the bamboo forest in the distance, and came back with seven or eight bamboos and a few pieces of bamboo shoots. He chopped up the bamboo and made it into an exquisite bamboo and wooden jar, stuffed the fish floss into the jar, and sealed it with worm silk.

Soon, more than a dozen bamboo and wooden jars filled with fish floss were placed in front of them, held by Rick and Ali, and neatly stacked into the stone box in the tree hole, leaving only a small bowl of fish floss, Eat as a snack today.

Rick baked the dried salted fish and hung them on the treetops to bask in the sun. Fish meal was more troublesome. When the tedious work was finally done and the brown slag-like fish meal was made, it was packed into a worm silk bag. It was almost noon.

Ali ran over curiously, licked the fish meal that Rick hadn't cleaned up, then retched, spit it out, covered her mouth with tears shining: "Why is it so unpalatable!"

The words that Rick's products must be high-quality products are already inaccurate!

"This is for herbivores," Rick said helplessly, ruaing the squirrel's head, and tied up the bag of fish meal and piled it in the storage room, ready to take it with him when he went to the mountain grape grove next time. I love to eat."

Pangpang next to him silently withdrew his claws which were about to take the fishmeal.

"How is your mind skills training?" He coughed dryly to hide his embarrassment, "Can you lift a stone?"

Rick raised his paw and touched the tip of his nose, a little guilty: "Uh, so?"

He stared at the stone last night and recited "get up, get up and float up" a hundred times silently, and the stone still didn't give face. Finally, the fox's brain twitched, he picked up a branch in his paw, pointed at the stone and shouted "feather!" "Gadim Leviosa", the stone actually floated into the air... Counting the time when the stone suddenly chased and bumped into him, Fatty insisted on floating for 10 minutes, and it was barely completed... Bar?

The fox's eyes drifted, looking at the sky and the earth, but he didn't dare to look at the fat man with his hips akimbo in front of him.

Ali, who witnessed the whole process last night, suppressed a smile and interrupted: "At least Rick won't accidentally injure other animals with his thoughts now, take your time."

Fatty rolled his eyes in disgust, always felt that the two cubs were unreliable, raised his paw and pointed: "Your opponent is the inspector! Even now, I can't guarantee that I can beat those guys, let alone It's you guys! If you don't hurry up to improve your strength now, it will be too late when they find you!"

After a pause, he added reservedly: "Of course, I can't guarantee that I can beat them. I mean the capuchin ermine and the brown-feathered wind tiger, like the purple leopard and the leaf honey badger." Dude, I can hit three with one claw!"

"What about the orange eagle?" Ali asked with concern.

Although I still don’t know why Ju Qiying helped him in the cave, but this does not prevent Rick and Ali from always feeling a little grateful and fond of him, and it is rare to hear Fatty talk about the inspector , Hastily asked.

Pangpang got stuck for a while.

He regretted his life very much, and he hadn't really fought against the inspectors, so how could he possibly know the strength of the Ju Qiying.

"He's about the same strength as the Purple Leopard," he said casually, recalling how the inspectors got along, "I can also fight three!"

Rick and Ali nodded with a vague understanding.

"So, be prepared for danger in times of peace! Improve your strength!" Pangpang continued, glaring at Rick with hatred, "The inspectors have already been eyeing you, not to mention the hatred of Phoenix Mountain. If they find out If you and Ali burned their place and ate the phoenix fruit they had protected for many years, you will be in big trouble!"

Rick pricked up his ears, his eyes widened, and he and Ali looked at each other, suddenly realizing that when they left Phoenix Mountain, they seemed to have left a letter to the owner there.

"It's okay, we didn't reveal our identities at the time, and the inspectors shouldn't have guessed it." Ali comforted the fox in a low voice.

"Can't guess what?" Fatty looked at him suspiciously,

"I can't guess who burned Phoenix Mountain," Ali scratched his head, "We left a stick figure of the snow monster king."

Chubby nodded.

There is still too little information that the pattern can convey. As long as Rick didn't foolishly draw a fox on the ground, he wouldn't worry that the inspectors would discover the real culprit who ate the phoenix fruit through this.

"But where are the inspectors living now?" He frowned and muttered to himself, "Since Phoenix Mountain can no longer stay, they should have returned to the forest, why have there been no news from them for so long?"

"Maybe they are on the outskirts of Phoenix Mountain?" Rick interrupted, "We only burned the space inside the mushroom, not the outside."

Fatty shook his head.

If it was Phoenix Mountain in the past, maybe the inspectors could stay on the periphery for decades, but after the incident of the Xuanhuhu family, the periphery of Phoenix Mountain can no longer be like spring all the year round, and there are always people seeking asylum. The race sent food, and there were no other animals to live in, so it became extremely desolate, and there was no way to meet the life needs of the inspectors.

"Maybe they've learned to keep a low profile," Fatty didn't tell Rick and Arido. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't come to a conclusion, so he simply dropped the matter and urged Rick to go to training, "No matter what, My own strength is still the first, and other things will be discussed later.”

……

However, to their surprise, within a few days, there were movements of inspectors in the forest.

After discovering that Phoenix Mountain was burned, the inspectors were unwilling to leave Phoenix Mountain after searching for the king of the snow monsters incompetently and furiously. food.

Because the bears did not agree with the requirement of "delivering the freshest food to Phoenix Mountain every day", they were severely beaten by the inspectors. The bears took their chance to escape.

"Zhuyi said that they are friends of the military division, so the king asked them to live in the grape forest first," a few gourd baboons said to Rick in front of the tree house door, "What the king means is, If they are really friends of the military division, the mountain grape grove can allow them to live for a longer period of time, and we are not afraid of offending the inspectors."

When Rick and Ali stayed in the Bear Forest, they didn't describe in detail where they lived, but they often mentioned the mountain grape forest and the smart and hardworking gourd baboons.Therefore, the bears couldn't find Rick, so they followed the guidance of the birds all the way to the mountain grape forest.

If other ethnic groups are afraid of offending the inspectors, there is a high probability that they will not dare to accept the bears.But the gourd baboons stood by Rick's side with a clear banner, and half of the forest was destroyed by the inspectors for this reason. They didn't care whether the inspectors would be dissatisfied. When they heard that the bears met Rick and Ali, He warmly accepted them.

Rick shook his head, a little in disbelief: "The bear forest is occupied by inspectors?"

Perhaps the inspectors also felt that it was a bit shameful for the animals to escape after failing to oppress the animals. They didn't say anything, and even ordered the birds to shut up. Therefore, it wasn't until the bears fled to the mountain grape grove that Rick learned about it through the gourd baboons. this matter.

The gourd baboons nodded: "Yes, not only the stone bears, ground crackers and bamboo bears, they also brought more than 40 chickens and seven or eight Huahua cows!"

"There are still a dozen bamboos," added another gourd baboon. "Bamboo bears said they can't get used to the bamboo here, and they want to replant a bamboo forest."

"Ah this."

Rick didn't even know what to say for a moment, scratched his head, and sighed helplessly.

"Anyway, let's go and see first."

Although the mountain grape forest is very large, it is the territory of the gourd baboons after all. It is okay for the bears to stay for a few days, but it is not so good to live all the time.

Fortunately, the forest is very large. Whether it is the red pine forest in the west, the ant forest, or the rose hillside between the tree house and the grape forest, there are no powerful animals occupying it. Our new home is also very nice.

Rick ran back to the tree house, took out the ready-made fish meal, sausage and fish floss as gifts for the gourd baboons and the bears, and then hurried to the mountain grape forest with Fatty and Ali.