Chapter 1940

He coughed softly, his face was not red and his heart did not jump. "Think about it, we haven't eaten since the morning. We still have strength. How can we find the iron bull without strength? So the most important thing now is to supplement our strength and eat quickly."

Then he picked up a piece of roast fish and ate it.

Hao Chujun looked at each other and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Can eating fish have anything to do with finding people?

But

It seems that there is nothing wrong with what my mentor said.

If you don't have enough to eat, what should you do if you find someone with soft legs??

Brother Tieniu is in danger and can't save himself.

They nodded and acquiesced in the answer.

So they picked up the rest of the roast fish and ate it.

After a meal, Zhang Feng burped and looked at Ma Zhou: "are you full? Let's go to find the iron ox and them."

Ma Zhou quickly put down the fish bone and smashed his mouth: "OK."

In fact, when he was eating just now, he felt some guilt in his heart. The iron cattle brothers were unknown about life and death, but he should eat and drink here. It's really a little wrong.

However, the smell of grilled fish still made him give up his thoughts.

Food is not as important as brothers. It's still that kind of brother. Well, it's really delicious.

Hao Chujun is different from him. He should eat and drink.

Since all the teachers are eating, what does it matter to eat by yourself?

And the teacher also spoke, so we can't live up to it.

He wiped the ash from the corners of his mouth and grinned: "teacher, let's go."

Zhang Feng nodded, got up, glanced around, and then said, "now it's divided into three directions. I'm East, Ma Zhouxi and Hao Chujun north. If you find it, roar a few times. I should be able to hear it. If you don't find it, go to the south. If you don't find it, come to the east to find me. One of the four directions must be in the East."

Ma Zhou nodded, turned and walked in their respective directions.

Without hesitation, Zhang Feng went straight to the East.

There were students shoveling snow on the playground every day, so the snow was not very deep last night, but there was still a gurgle when they stepped on it, just like a movement.

He is obviously not in the mood to enjoy this movement now. At the thought of iron bull, his steps can't help speeding up.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, I vaguely saw something like a tent in front of me. Not only that, but also some fire.

How did the Institute have this?

And how does it look like a hot-air balloon?

In doubt, he couldn't help stepping up quickly.

When I came closer, there were three people sitting next to the fire. They were Chumo, Chang sun Chong and Du Gou.

This tent like thing is also a hot-air balloon, but the hot-air balloon is as depressed as if it had vented.

Zhang Feng wondered. Isn't it sealed with wax water? How can you be discouraged? He couldn't help asking, "iron bull, what's the matter with this hot-air balloon?"

Chumo hears the speech and looks at Zhang Feng angrily. "You're right to say that if we hadn't been smart enough to poke a hole in the hot-air balloon, it would still be in the sky."

what?

Zhang Feng's eyes widened.

Hot air balloon poked a hole?

These guys poked a hole in the hot air balloon?

Don't they know how hard it is to make one?

Poke a hole in it?

His veins burst up on his head. He was about to scold. Suddenly he remembered something.

These guys didn't want to go up. Now if they are scolding, what if they don't want to go up?

Wait a minute, the experiment depends on these guys.

After thinking about it, he endured his anger and said with a gloomy face, "can't you wait for the hot air balloon to come down? Do you have to poke it? Aren't you afraid of death?"

Cheng Chumo held his head up and felt that he could see his nose hair: "when will it take him to lower down? I'm afraid he'll have to go tomorrow morning."

After that, he seemed dissatisfied: "of course we are afraid of death, but we are more afraid of not coming down in the sky, so we pierced the hot-air balloon. Isn't it just a little silk? I'm giving you a little. Besides, you shouldn't have used up the last time we gave you so much?"

"Yes."

The eldest sun Chong took over: "Fengzi, just a little silk, are you?"

Zhang Feng's face was slightly red.

The last silk hasn't been used up yet.

It's a big deal.

He did not care, waved his hand: "forget it, forget it, don't talk about it first. How did you feel on it just now?"

Chumo's head turned and he obviously didn't want to answer.

Seeing this, Du Gou quickly smiled and said, "Fengzi, the effect on the top was OK just now, and it was much more stable, but there was no way to control the direction. You can see it below."

Zhang Feng nodded. In fact, he had noticed what Du Gou said just now.

There is no way to control the direction. It is entirely because of the weight. There is no heavy weight on the hot-air balloon.

As long as you put heavy objects such as sandbags, I believe this situation can be avoided.