Hearing Mo Shangjun's shout, Liang Zhiqiong immediately ran over.
Liang Zhiqiong, who couldn't make a fire or build a shelter, could only follow Peng Yuqiu to find food. But after so long, she only found two wild fruits, which she could fit in one hand, so she went there without any hindrance.
Ran over.
Mo Shangjun looked her over. Liang Zhiqiong, who was not surprised to find no food, raised his hand and handed the hare to Liang Zhiqiong, lazily saying: "This is for you."
"ah?"
Liang Zhiqiong's eyes widened in surprise.
For her?
Did she...hear that right?
Liang Zhiqiong took a careful look at Mo Shangjun and couldn't help but swallow her saliva, trying to determine whether Mo Shangjun's despicable and shameless character might be playing a trick on her.
"Noon reward."
His hand paused in the air for three seconds, and Mo Shangyun said impatiently.
"oh."
His heart dropped to the ground, and Liang Zhiqiong quickly picked up the hare.
At the end, I added hypocritically, "Thank you."
Peng Yuqiu watched the conversation between the two, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and he had a little opinion, but in the end he didn't say anything.
The hare that Mo Shangjun made himself can be given to whomever he wants.
After handing over the hare, Mo Shangyun clapped his hands and asked Peng Yuqiu, "Are you going back?"
"Yeah." Peng Yuqiu nodded.
"Then let's go."
Shrugging his shoulders, Mo Shangyun took the lead.
Liang Zhiqiong, who had received the bribe, followed Mo Shangyun with all his might, even paying less attention to Peng Yuqiu.
Peng Yuqiu: "..."
He was really played to death by Mo Shangjun.
*
The group of people returned to the camp in a grand manner.
This time I went back and got three good news:
First, drilling wood to make fire was a complete success, and they could enjoy the light of the fire after dark.
Second, the three poets of the Tang, Song, and Yuan Dynasties successfully relied on their survival skills to catch a lot of small fish in the nearby river, enough for dozens of them to make sacrifices.
Third, the team led by Duan Zimu went smoothly and were able to complete the construction of the shelter before 8:30 pm. This was half an hour earlier than they expected.
It was getting dark.
Six bonfires and six cooking groups began to roast small fish and distribute wild fruits around the bonfire.
Oh, and Liang Zhiqiong’s group is lively roasting hare.
Mo Shangjun sat near the first bonfire, studying their map this time.
No one came to disturb her, they just automatically avoided the gap and did not block the firelight she used for lighting.
The open grassland gradually became lively and busy, with laughter and laughter. In the quiet environment, all the students returned to themselves, no longer competing for the top spot on the training ground;
There is no end in sight when you run forward; you are not always worried that you will be deducted points and you will have to pack your bags and leave one day.
"Holy crap, there are fireflies!"
After the sky completely darkened, someone suddenly shouted loudly on the busy grass.
Gradually, this shout alarmed almost all the students present.
Mo Shangjun folded the map in his hand and looked up in the direction of the noisiest.
Crowds of people crowded forward, scrambling to see a few fireflies flying near the river bank. They were like fluorescent stars in the night, twinkling and twinkling. It was a particularly special scene at night.
.
Mo Shangyun glanced at it twice and then quickly looked away.
When I was a child, I followed the masters everywhere and saw a lot of natural scenery. Most of the students here grew up in the city, so it is normal that they have never seen them.
Finally relax and let them do it.
After stretching, Mo Shangyun stuffed the map into his pocket and stood up from the grass.
The fireflies are out, and so are the mosquitoes. If you stay in one place for a long time, you will easily get bitten into a hornet's nest.
"Mo Shangjun! Mo Shangjun!"
After walking a few steps, I saw Liang Zhiqiong sitting next to the campfire, waving to her.
Mo Shangyun touched his ears and walked towards her.
As soon as she approached, Liang Zhiqiong also stood up from the ground. She casually patted her pants stained with grass leaves, then took the rabbit leg from Tang Shi's hand and walked towards Mo Shangyun in a few steps.
"Here, here it is for you."
Liang Zhiqiong stretched out his hand, and with that big long hand, he almost poked the rabbit's leg into Mo Shangjun's face.
Fortunately, Mo Shangjun hid quickly and took a step back, keeping a certain distance from the freshly roasted rabbit leg.
She glanced sideways at Liang Zhiqiong, and saw that Liang Zhiqiong's face covered with oil paint had a few spots of black dust at some point. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, and she took the rabbit leg over.
"Want to sit together?"
Liang Zhiqiong extended an invitation to Mo Shangjun without any grudges.
Shrugging his shoulders, Mo Shangjun walked around Liang Zhiqiong without saying a word. When Liang Zhiqiong turned around without knowing why, Mo Shangjun sat generously where Liang Zhiqiong had been sitting.
Liang Zhiqiong: "..."
Grandma is a bitch, she is so rude!
Taking a deep breath, Liang Zhiqiong silently recited "I don't care about her" for three seconds, then rolled up her sleeves and walked over, sitting down next to Mo Shangjun.
This time he sat down and successfully pushed Tang Shi aside.
Fortunately, the Song lyrics and Yuan songs on the other side of the Tang poems were squeezed in and moved out of the way, so it didn't have any impact.
Mo Shangjun took a bite of the rabbit leg and noticed Liang Zhiqiong's legs from the corner of his eye. He frowned and said, "Put down your trouser legs."
She must have just been swimming in the river, and both trouser legs were wet. Liang Zhiqiong directly rolled up the trouser legs, exposing half of her calf. The skin that had been hidden under the trouser legs for many years was not damaged, but the white glitter was a bit conspicuous...
…Also, it is easy to be targeted by mosquitoes.
"oh."
Liang Zhiqiong responded and obediently lowered her trouser legs.
"Instructor Mo, you are so familiar with the wild, you should have a lot of experience in surviving in the wild, right?" A group of students gathered around the campfire asked Mo Shangjun with great interest.
"Um."
Mo Shangjun took another bite of the hare.
There was no salt, no seasoning, it was a little burnt, and it tasted terrible.
Mo Shangjun suddenly thought of Ye Qianxiao, the person who could turn food into poison.
In comparison, the food was quite edible, so Mo Shangyun felt a little more balanced and continued eating.
"Have you had any interesting experiences?" the student asked again.
"have."
"Tell us." Someone said immediately beside the campfire.
Liang Zhiqiong, who was next to him, also nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, it's boring anyway, so you can tell me."
Mo Shangjun calmly took two more bites of rabbit meat.
Beside the campfire, many eyes were fixed on her, waiting with bated breath.
Even You Nianyu unknowingly stopped adding firewood and locked his gaze on her.
After swallowing the rabbit meat slowly, Mo Shangyun frowned slightly, raised his eyes, looked around, and asked aloud: "Who baked this thing?"
"57."
Liang Zhiqiong, who had not waited for the story, pointed at You Nianyu with some disappointment.
Mo Shangjun looked up at You Nianyu and commented sincerely, "The taste is too bad."
You Nianyu: "..."
Liang Zhiqiong: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Hey! This is the wilderness, there are no materials! You always have such high demands, why don’t you do it yourself?!
The atmosphere fell into awkwardness and silence.
Mo Shangjun continued to eat the rabbit leg with peace of mind.
Soon, one after another, other people began to eat their small dinner, and it gradually became lively. However, no one asked Mo Shangyun any more questions.
Mo Shangjun finished the rabbit meat in his hand and threw the bones into the trash.
After clapping her hands, she was about to stand up when she saw someone walking behind Liang Zhiqiong, so she frowned slightly and stopped temporarily.
"77."
Behind, someone called Liang Zhiqiong.
"Ah?" Liang Zhiqiong raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw a male student who looked familiar but not familiar.
The male student lowered his head, and his dark face could actually see red. He was embarrassed and said hastily: "177 has something to do with you."
"I'm not free." Liang Zhiqiong frowned.
"You must go, he is waiting for you five hundred meters downstream." The male student said quickly. When he turned around and wanted to leave, he suddenly told her, "Remember, you must go."
ah."
After giving the instructions, the male student quickly ran away. When he ran back to his campfire, he could still hear the roar of laughter over there.
"..."
Liang Zhiqiong watched the man disappear in confusion.
When she came back to her senses, she saw the students around the campfire staring at her. Even Mo Shangyun was not surprised and felt a little embarrassed for no reason.
Liang Zhiqiong was angry and annoyed, "What are you looking at? I've never seen a beautiful woman!"
"Zhiqiong, why don't you come over?" Tang Shi asked curiously.
"Don't go!"
Liang Zhiqiong is decisive.
She couldn't even recall what that 177 looked like.
On the contrary, when I think about it, I see that Peng Yuqiu's face is sometimes helpless, sometimes stern, and sometimes gentle.
As soon as Liang Zhiqiong thought about it, her heart went crazy. She realized that she was being watched by so many people, so she became more and more embarrassed.
Grandma is a bear, just pursue what you want. If you have to make a scene known to everyone, why can't you be as low-key as she is and avoid causing trouble?!
snort!
Thinking this, Liang Zhiqiong rolled his eyes and couldn't help but raise his eyes to look around the grass.
At this glance, I discovered that there are many students paying attention here, and at the same time...
He met Peng Yuqiu's eyes.
Peng Yuqiu stood a little further away. There was no bonfire nearby, only moonlight. The area of vision was very dark. Liang Zhiqiong could not even see his face clearly, but he could recognize him at a glance.
However, the peach blossom eyes under the helmet were dark, bright, and profound. As soon as they bumped into them, Liang Zhiqiong was completely stunned.
The heart, thump thump, thump thump, was beating uncontrollably.
Liang Zhiqiong thought for a moment, wondering whether she was guilty or a nymphomaniac, so she quickly looked back.
She lowered her head, with the brim of her hat covering most of her face. She was holding food in her hand and stuffing it into her mouth. If you looked closely, you could even see her slightly trembling fingers.
Soon, Tang Shi began to bring up the topic, gradually shifting their attention away from Liang Zhiqiong, and Liang Zhiqiong slowly calmed down.
By this time, she had already eaten everything in her hands.
After looking at the palm of her hand, she raised her head slightly, and then looked at Mo Shangyun beside her.
After thinking for a while, she moved closer to Mo Shangyun beside her.
After moving for quite a while, there was still a large gap between the two of them.
"If you have something to say, just say it."
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows and tilted his head impatiently.
Liang Zhiqiong simply sat down and sat closely with Mo Shangyun.
"Mo Shangjun, tell me," Liang Zhiqiong bit her lip hesitantly and asked for Mo Shangjun's opinion, "Should I go over and take a look and make it clear to others?"
Mo Shangyun said lightly: "I don't know."
He obviously wanted to go over there and see if Peng Yuqiu would be worried. He had to use "explain it clearly" to cover up, which was also duplicity.
"You can give me some advice."
Liang Zhiqiong bumped her arm, his voice was low, but it seemed like he was being coquettish.
Mo Shangjun's lips twitched slightly, "I have no idea."
"Aren't you the one with the most clever ideas?"
"Um?"
Narrowing his eyes, Mo Shangyun glanced at her slightly threateningly.
"No, no, it means you have many ideas." Liang Zhiqiong was stunned for a second.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyelids and said, "Go if you want."
It's not that Liang Zhiqiong doesn't have ideas, she just wants to find someone to tell her to "go" and go there in a good-natured way.
After all, if it was just to reject 177, it would be easier just not to go.
"You said so!"
Clenching his hands into fists, Liang Zhiqiong's eyes lit up.
Mo Shangjun looked at her calmly and said, "Wash your face before going."
"……okay."
Liang Zhiqiong responded and stood up from the ground.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)