I'm not a wild eater

[It would be funny if I went down and found that the vines were knocked into the air. 】

[Mugo specially reinforced the bottom, so it shouldn't be. 】

[Having a premonition that something will happen, the front row sells melon seed drinks to watch the excitement. 】

[Brother Mu is too miserable, everyone has real fans, but he is the only one who gathers fake fans to watch every day. 】

Chapter 52

After leisurely walking towards the camp for an hour, Mu Qing stood on the spot, squinting his eyes and looking ahead with a solemn expression.

No, no.

It is normal to be invisible at such a distance.

Muqing comforted himself, and couldn't help speeding up the pace of going down the mountain.

The further down he went, the colder Mu Qing felt.

His bamboo tube did not appear in front of the vine wall as expected.

In the last few hundred meters, Mu Qing almost ran and rushed to the position of the vine wall.

【Oh, really not. 】

[Can you run like this?This is also a long life. 】

[Cover my face, I'll go out to hide first, and come back after Brother Mu finishes his lecture. 】

[It's hard to pick up bamboo this time, there are so many. 】

[Tell you to be obscene and develop, you don't want to do it, you just want to mess around. 】

Can't, can't.

Mu Qing is still very confident in the vine wall he has reinforced.

Crouched down and looked at the bottom of the vine wall.

The left side was obviously hit hard, and two thin vines were broken.

The right side is intact, without any signs of friction.

And look at the messy grass ahead that was hit.

Apparently, the bamboo tube did not follow Mu Qing's expectation, it hit the middle of the vine wall and was stopped.

Instead, it hit the left side of the vine wall, bounced out with inertia, and slid directly down the hillside on the left.

Judging from the traces of the destruction of the mountain, the big bamboo tube that was exhausted by the vine wall rolled down in a circle instead of rushing straight down.

In this case, it shouldn't be too far away.

"Okay, okay, don't gloat."

"According to my preliminary judgment, the big bamboo tube has not rolled very far, and it may not have reached the position it was last time."

What Mu Qing said was naturally taken by the melon-eating crowd as forced respect.

Because the current situation was not going well, they didn't continue to make fun of Mu Qing, and some girls even chose to agree with his point of view.

Mu Qing lowered his head to observe, and walked down along the traces of the weeds being destroyed.

Seeing that big bundle of bamboo tubes, Mu Qing couldn't help grinning.

"Haha."

"Look, my big bamboo tube is here!"

"All of you just now, who said that I am suitable for wretched development? Come, come, come out and have a look."

"A handsome boy like me must develop in the sun."

Mu Qing stepped forward with a smile, patted the big bamboo tube that was still very firm very proudly, and said with emotion:

"Life is so boring."

Muqing's arrogance at this time is completely justified.

From the camp to the position up the mountain, Muqing cleared a path with a machete.

Those small trees and weeds that were cleared out were piled up by the roadside by Muqing.

After this large bundle of bamboo tubes fell staggeringly, it happened to be blocked by a piece of wood that Mu Qing casually inserted on the side of the road.

Unbiased, it stopped at the edge of the camp.

Even dragging things back is saved.

[Wow, this luck is too good, right? 】

[Everything is really going well today, I must have read the almanac when I went out. 】

[This time it was really delivered to your door. 】

[What else can I say, I can only listen to brother Mu's swearing. 】

[Life, you just can't let black fans watch the live broadcast happily. 】

[The luck of hardworking people is not too bad, it must be because of getting up early today. 】

[That's right, that's right, the fierce beast will hang itself in front of you at five o'clock tomorrow. 】

[It's too beautiful to hang yourself actively. 】

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

Muqing put away the bag and backpack containing the stump.

Humming a little song, untied the vines that bound the bamboo tubes, and moved the bamboos to the place where they were placed before in two batches.

After placing the bamboo, Mu Qing, who was thirsty, chose to raise the fire first, and use the bamboo tube to boil the water.

He took the mouse to the creek and cleaned it up. The mouse skin was not wasted, and Muqing hung it on a branch by the creek with vines.

"The water flow drives the air, and the temperature on this side of the creek will be lower than that of the camp. Hanging the mouse skin here can make it rot slower."

"These few mouse skins still have important functions, it would be a pity to waste them."