I'm not a wild eater

All the bamboo tubes have been filtered, and the sun's light and heat have been reduced a bit.

Mu Qing compared the width of the bamboo tube, took a machete, went into the forest and cut a relatively straight small tree.

Kakaka.

A small tree was quickly chopped into dozens of small pieces.

"I'm now going to put the mud back into the bamboo tubes and plug them up with little wooden plugs and put them back in this nest, raising and strengthening the edges with pebbles."

"Lay these bamboo tubes with weeds and banana leaves."

"If it doesn't rain, I'll pour them out to dry tomorrow, and my mud will keep it in case it rains."

As Mu Qing said, he moved the bamboo tube to the river to wash it clean, and put the filtered mud into the bamboo tube.

I took out a piece of cut wood and tried it, it was a little bigger.

Peel off the outer bark, and the size will be very suitable. You need to use some force to insert it, and it just fits the mouth of the bamboo tube so that it will not fall into it.

"I won't wash this clothes, it's covered with qualified mud, just spread it on it tomorrow."

Mu Qing looked at the T-shirt, squeezed the water into the bamboo tube, and put it aside.

Pick up cobblestones from around, and surround the bamboo tubes that are next to each other densely.

Weeds were pulled from the forest and covered with banana leaves.

In order to prevent the banana leaves from being blown away, Muqing added some weeds and laid a few big stones.

Swish, swish.

The wind blew the leaves, and the sound of the leaves hitting each other echoed in the forest.

Chapter 69

"There is no suspense anymore. It will definitely rain tonight."

"I want to go back quickly, put away what needs to be collected, and prepare what needs to be prepared."

"It's a good thing to feel at ease. It's a good thing I didn't go to the bamboo forest, otherwise"

"Tsk tsk, scary."

Mu Qing packed up his things and hurried back to the camp, first took a bottle and some long bamboo tubes to the stream to fetch water.

Although the stream water after rain will not be completely turbid like the river water, there will still be fine sand and weeds that have been knocked down when you drink it.

Store enough water for at least two days.

After the water was ready, Muqing moved all the wood and weeds that had been cleared out before the camp, as well as the firewood that was usually stored, under the bed.

brush brush

Before the things were moved, Muqing heard the sound of rain washing the leaves from a distance.

Turn up the live broadcast and zoom in. It has started to rain in the area where the chestnuts were picked last time.

A large group of dark clouds, like army ants, came darkly towards Mu Qing's location.

"I don't need to move these two bundles of firewood for pottery. Anyway, the clay and the blanks need time to dry."

"It will take a few days to prepare, which is enough to dry the firewood."

"I'm going to move the fire under the shelter now."

The olives and snails that were still boiling on the fire were removed, and the large pieces of wood in the fire were moved under the bed.

When Muqing built the shelter, he left a height of about one meter under the bed.

A small bonfire, as long as it does not burn very vigorously, will not threaten the top at all.

There was still time after moving the fire, Mu Qing looked around and moved the garland hanging from the tree into the shelter.

"Hey! My cassava!"

"This rain looks like it will be heavier than the day I first arrived. If the stream rushes too fast, the thin vine will not be able to withstand the impact."

"It would be a big loss if my cassava was washed away."

After moving everything in the camp, Mu Qing suddenly slapped his forehead and ran to the edge of the stream.

He rushed to the stream and cut off the vines tied with bamboo baskets, picked up the bamboo baskets, turned around and ran away.

A black cloud engulfed in a large amount of rain was right behind Mu Qing, pouring down the water that he couldn't bear like a giant shower.

Mu Qing ran fast, behind him was a curtain of water falling from the sky.

Whenever the footsteps are stagnant for three to five seconds, it is a drowned chicken.

System, system, the time has come to prove that you are reliable.

Still five or six meters away from the shelter, Mu Qing took advantage of the inertia of the run-up, exerted force on one leg, and jumped directly onto the bed in the shelter.

Holding the bamboo basket and looking back, black clouds rolled over the camp, and the rain washed away the entire jungle in front of me in an instant.

【Wow!The effect exploded, isn't this really a dark cloud arranged by the program crew? 】

【Brother Mu just jumped in?I am not wrong, right? 】

[It should be considered as jumping in, right?It can't be counted as flying in, can it? 】

[My god, this is too good to dance, right? 】

[My brother Mu was running wildly in front of the rain just now, and he jumped with all his strength at the end, he is really handsome!The scene is also perfect, and the effect is comparable to a sci-fi blockbuster. 】

【Ahhhhhhhh, there are no adjectives, only knees. 】

[The prostitute hunter Xiao Dudu sent out ten rockets and left a message: Admiration, admiration, Master Mu is really suitable for the wilderness. 】

Du Xiaojiang prostituted many videos of Muqing.

I usually watch Muqing's live broadcast and tip some free bean paste buns or something.

But this time, he really had a strong urge to give back to Mu Qing.

This young man is really too strong.

It made him suddenly feel ashamed.