At the entrance of the inn in Weizhong County, Fang Zhuo put his sleeping bag into a hiking bag. The bag contained essential outdoor items, a simple stove, a tent, some high-calorie food, two hiking poles, and held them in his hand.

After putting on a pair of light sunglasses, he looked outside the inn, waiting for the five people who formed a team to go north.

The reason why we have to wait is because the five people have some differences. Among them are two young men named Da Mao and Er Gou. They are afraid of causing trouble. Fang Zhuo has offended the people of the White Bear Clan and does not agree with Fang Zhuo.

and the other three, an old man named Han Bo, who is a little weak, the middle-aged man who has been supporting Han Bo is named Wei Shan, he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and seems to have a strong sense of justice, and the last one is a woman, Guazi

She had a face, big eyes, and looked very delicate. She never spoke, and others called her Sanzhen.

After waiting for twenty minutes, a voice finally came from behind Fang Zhuan, "This little friend, we are going north. If there is any trouble on the way, please protect Uncle Han and Sanzhen!" The speaker was Wei Shan, facing Fang.

He clasped his hands and was very polite.

"That's easy to say!" Fang Zhuo responded with a clasped fist salute, picked up a tall and unusual mountaineering bag, pushed open the wooden door of the inn and walked out.

"Master, look at him, he has no etiquette at all. He hastily replied to you, turned around and left!" Da Mao was very unconvinced, and pulled Wei Shan and started talking.

"What did I teach you? When you go out, don't stick to trivial matters, and don't worry about temporary gains and losses!" After Wei Shan scolded Da Mao, he glared at Er Gou again. When he saw that he lowered his head and said nothing, he helped him.

Uncle Han walked out of the inn against the cold wind.

It was already ten o'clock in the morning when we walked out of the inn. Fang Zhuo knew the way out. Before leaving the county town, Fang Zhuo had been walking at the front.

When they walked two miles from the county town, the road was no longer visible. Fang Zhuo consciously retreated to the back. Da Mao and Er Gou looked at Fang Zhuan with contempt and walked to the front to lead the way. Wei Shan was on the left and San Zhen was on the right.

Walking on the thick snow with Uncle Han behind him.

It was completely white, and there were only some black tree trunks in the field of vision, with no other colors. Under such circumstances, at dusk, Wei Shan saw a hillock and said, "Da Mao, go to the hilltop, and Ergou will go collect firewood!"

At this time, Fang Zhuan finally understood the role of Da Mao and Er Gou. Aren't they just two small laborers? Listening to the fact that they are called Master Wei Shan, that means they are still free laborers.

When Da Mao arrived at a small col on the east side of the mountain, he climbed up a tree, broke off some branches, and then began to clean the ground. After a while, the snow on the ground of about three square meters was almost cleared, and Da Mao changed tools.

With a hoe that has been covered with burlap behind it, start digging.

Fang Zhuo glanced at Da Mao's posture. He did have some foundation in martial arts. The chassis was very stable, but the strength of his hands was a bit lacking. Every time the hoe went down, it felt like it was digging into the stone. There was only a shallow layer of soil, which was covered by the ground.

Digging up.

Wei Shan glanced at it and then looked at the sky, "You also go find some firewood! I'll dig a hole for the night!"

If they dug like Damao in the afternoon, it would probably take until midnight to dig out a pit for people to sleep in. Wei Shan took over the hoe, and the scene immediately changed. Not to mention the dust, the sky was full of dirt. In twenty minutes, a line of soil filled the sky.

A pit with a wavy bottom, one and a half meters wide, less than three meters long, and at most half a meter deep, was dug.

The bottom is wavy, and the bottom valley of the wave is where people sleep. The surrounding arc shape can withstand the cold wind. This is considered an experienced outdoor person. As for being able to dig so fast, it still relies on martial arts and strong strength.

However, spending the night in such a pit is not suitable for extremely cold places. It would be more appropriate to spend the night in a slightly colder place. Now that there is thick snow all around, and the temperature is more than ten degrees below zero, it is difficult to dig.

The pit should be dug in the shape of a ring, with a cylindrical shape dug in the middle of the ring for burning fires. People sleep in the ring-shaped pit, head to head, or feet facing each other, and spend the night around the fire, which is considered warm.

Fang Zhuan was on the side as a sentry soldier. He had no work and was only responsible for watching the surroundings to protect the safety of these five people. When he turned around and saw the pit dug by Wei Shan, he immediately shook his head and said, "If this is the case, you will all freeze to death at night."

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"What are you talking about! My master is very experienced! All the way north, we are all the same! He didn't see how we were doing! He even said that my master's skills are not good, then go and sleep aside!" Ergouzi hugged him

He ran back with a pile of firewood. As soon as he arrived nearby, he heard Fang Zhuo's words. He didn't like Fang Zhuo at first, so he seized the opportunity and started to scold Fang Zhuo.

"Ergou! Why are you talking! When you go out, you must be modest and courteous! There is always no end to learning in this world. How can you make a conclusion without seeing other people's things!" Wei Shan once again educated his disciples, and taught him a lesson every time.

, the wording is a bit bookish, not as crude as it seems.

After teaching Ergou a lesson, Wei Shan clasped his fists at Fang Zhuan and said in a polite tone: "I am waiting to go north and spend the night like this along the way. How do you decide that this is not allowed?"

Fang Zhuan put down his backpack and said, "Let's try it in this pit first. If you feel cold, come back to the pit I dug."

It was already getting late, and Fang Zhuan had to dig a pit. The dry firewood collected by Da Mao and Er Gou could not be used for the fire in the center of the pit, so he had to get some firewood himself. Time was tight and he did not explain much.

, wouldn’t it be better to speak with facts?

Folding engineering shovel, a must-have outdoor item. In ten minutes, Fang Zhuan dug out a ring-shaped pit next to the pit dug by Wei Shan. Then he dug a cylindrical shape with a depth of more than one meter in the center of the ring.

There is a pit, and then there is a 20-centimeter opening on one side of the ring, which is a good place to stuff firewood.

The snow was covering the area. Da Mao and Er Gou had to run far away to collect firewood before picking up a little bit in their arms. Fang Zhuo didn't hesitate when he saw this. He walked a little further and found a big tree that was a little dry.

It can be seen that the engineer shovel was wrapped in the aura of the king, and he chopped down the big tree. Then he turned the long trunk of the big tree into pieces of firewood, and then threw them piece by piece into the place he dug.

Near the ring pit, such actions frightened all five people.

"Master, isn't that man a little stupid? How can he burn the tree trunk when it is so wet?" Ergou became obedient and did not dare to speak sarcastically, instead asking in a low voice.

Wei Shan didn't understand either. He had been a person who burned firewood for cooking since ancient times. Of course he knew what kind of firewood could be burned and what kind of firewood couldn't be burned. Looking at Fang Zhuan's operation, he couldn't tell him anything.

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Da Mao sat in the pit dug by Wei Shan, "Er Gou, what do you care about others? It's his own business if he can't be burned. Why do you worry?"

"That's right~ Brother, let's eat that rabbit meat tonight. You see, we have been chewing dry biscuits for five days in a row. How about we talk to the master together and eat it early." Ergou had already said to him.

The little half rabbit's meat was salivating, and every time he saw the big hairy bundle, he would stare at it for a long time.

When Da Mao heard what Er Gou said, he immediately put his bundle aside and wrapped it even more tightly, "Are you confused? I told you that the other half was just for Uncle Han! Why are you so greedy?

Jin! If you dare to hit that rabbit meat again, be careful and I will teach you a lesson for the master!"

"Hey, it's been half a month since we came out. The colder the road, the less game there is. Five days ago, we could see rabbits. In the past five days, we haven't seen anything except white snow. Brother, just keep it secret.

Just pull it a little for me and I can taste the meat."

"Go away! Go eat your dry biscuits! If you dare to say something offensive again, be careful and I will beat you with a hoe immediately!"

Da Mao and Er Gou were whispering in the pit. The place where Han Bo slept was covered with several layers of burlap. Sanzhen, together with Wei Shan, lifted Han Bo into the pit.

In the wild, it gets dark very quickly, maybe because of the snow everywhere, but in the dark night, it always feels like it's not completely dark.

Fang Zhuo piled the firewood into a cylindrical pit, stacking it up one layer at a time, with some charcoal stuffed in the middle of each layer. Fang Zhuo still had some of those things in his backpack.

Below the wood pile are some dry branches, charcoal, and solid alcohol. The fire is lit from the bottom. The tree trunks and wood blocks above are first roasted by the fire below, and then burn slowly. This approach is only for

Heating at night, like a briquette stove, has the same principle.

Fang Zhuan dug another pit next to the fire for cooking dinner, and took out a small kettle, a small pot, a baking sheet and other items from the big hiking bag like magic, and of course there were many more

Ingredients.

After a while, waves of the aroma of food filled the space. Fang Zhuan didn’t greet anyone, but used a disposable plastic lunch box to fill Han Bo with a portion of mutton soup. Elderly people, please drink some.

The warm ones can drive away the cold.

From a distance, Da Mao and Er Gou could only smell the aroma. When Han Bo's mutton soup was placed in front of them, at such a close distance, the strong aroma made everyone else swallow their saliva.

Fang Zhuo came over again, brought another portion to Sanzhen, and asked Wei Shan, "Can we have some wine?"

"Wine? Let's eat~" Wei Shan still didn't come back to his senses because of the delicious taste of the mutton soup, so he replied dully to Fang Zhuo's question.

"Let them drink here. The pit on my side has just warmed up. When it gets hot, ask the old man and the girl to come over."

"Ah? Oh! It's okay, why don't we go over and eat together." Wei Shan reacted when he saw Uncle Han about to get up.

Among the five people, Han Bo was the oldest and the most discerning. He took a sip of the mutton soup given by Fang Zhuo and looked at the pit that only reflected red but no firelight. Han Bo guessed it.

It must be very warm over there.

It's a rough saying that people become better with age, but it is true in fact.

Sanzhen carried two bowls of mutton soup and ran to the edge of Fang Zhuan's ring pit, then turned back and took Han Bo's bedding. Wei Shan carried Han Bo to Fang Zhuan's side. Sanzhen's technique was very good.

Quickly, after laying out the bedding, he helped Han Bo sit in.

"Warm...warm! Haha!" Along the way, Han Bo seemed to be gritting his teeth and rushing. His sudden expression made Wei Shan and Sanzhen a little surprised.

Fang Zhuo laughed at the side, "It's just warm now, wait until night, old man, don't be too hot!"

"Hot?" Wei Shan looked at Fang Zhuan suspiciously, and quickly stretched out his hand to touch the bottom of the pit. Sure enough, it was warm, "Little friendly craftsman, hehe, I'll spend the night at your place tonight."

"Call those two guys over. If you sleep over there, you'll really freeze to death." Fang Zhuo said openly.

"Oh, okay." Wei Shan returned to Fang Zhuan, turned around and began to greet his two disciples.

At first, Da Mao and Er Gou were a little reluctant. The two guys were able to warm their buttocks a little bit so that they were no longer so cold. Suddenly they had to move again. No one wanted to move, but they had no choice but to move.

The two guys dragged their bedding over with aggrieved expressions on their faces.

Counting the six people in Fang Zhuan, when everyone had a bowl of mutton soup, the ones with the most expressive expressions were Da Mao and Er Gou, who were the most reluctant to come over at the beginning. They took a beautiful sip of the soup. The transparent clinker bowls were still there.

Seeing that there was meat at the bottom, I put my hand into the boiling soup without caring about anything else, fished out the meat and ate it first.

Wei Shan wanted to reprimand, but Fang Zhuo stopped him, "If you blame me, don't scold them. Give them the chopsticks."

"Hey, I didn't expect that your place is quite complete, including soup, meat and wine! I wonder what I call it, little friend?"

Originally they were just traveling together as temporary companions. As for the rules in the world, people don't tell them and they shouldn't ask. But since we are so close to each other, it's okay to ask.

"My surname is Fang, and the only word is Zhuo!" At this point, Fang Zhuo knew the names of the five people, and Wei Shan also introduced that the four of them were from the same sect, with a small sect. Wei Shan felt awkward for a long time before he said, "And

Shipai!"

"The Peace Sect has a good name, so why does the leader of Wei need to be like this?" Fang Zhuo said something nice in order to make Wei Shan feel better.

"That's right! Peace Sect, what a grand name! Ergou and I are proud of it every day!" Da Mao became warmer, and it seemed that the other party had lost the previous hostility.

"I wonder why you are going north this time?" Fang Zhuo asked what he wanted to know most. They did not look like medicinal collectors, nor did they look like hunters, nor did they look like merchants purchasing medicinal materials.
To be continued...