Chapter 503

The destination of their van - the starting point of this wild existence, so to speak, was near a river.

From the road to the place close to the river, after about ten meters of bushes, it is an open grassland.

That's where they camp tonight.

The moon is just right tonight, and you can barely see the road without lighting.

Each of the three instructors had their own division of labor. Mo shangyun led a dozen people to "drill wood for fire." Duan Zimu led them to "collect firewood" and make simple "shelters". Peng Yuqiu led the last part of them to make simple "nets" in the hope of getting some "Breakfast" in the river tomorrow morning.

So many people, under the guidance of three instructors, looked like they were coming for an outing, but the environment was a little tough.

Open space.

Mo shangyun sits on a stone and instructs two people to "drill wood and make fire". They are surrounded by a circle of students who are learning and windproof. However, some parts are bypassed in the middle so that Mo shangyun can supervise them at any time.

"Instructor Mo, I have a question."

Tang poetry went to Mo shangyun and looked at him shyly.

"Sit down."

Mo shangyun looked at some stones on one side.

It's more than nine o'clock, and the temperature has dropped a lot. It's not like a stove to sit around.

Tang Shi blinked his eyes in surprise. After confirming that Mo shangyun had no opinion, he sat down beside Mo shangyun with nervousness and excitement.

"Ask."

On the ink Yun leisurely left a word.

Her left leg directly stretched down, her right foot stepped on the slope of the stone, her knee was bent, her right elbow was against her left knee, her fingers held her chin, a Dogtail grass fell from her mouth, her head slightly tilted, and she looked at the group of students who were struggling to make a fire out of wood.

With his head tilted, Tang poetry looked at such a mo shangyun, a little unable to restrain his inner joy.

She didn't know how to say it, so she felt that this kind of Mo shangyun was too touching.

At first glance, they are people who are full of stories.

Tang poetry did not speak directly, but took a deep breath, so that the heart that might jump out of his voice at any time returned to its original position. After calming down, he was ready to speak.

"My question is that there are so many people in the wild mountains and mountains that we can't find much food..." Speaking of this, Tang Shi nervously looked at Mo shangyun. Seeing that she was indifferent, he pursed her lips and continued, "I want to say that we only have such tools, and we don't even have any rations. Is it a bit unscientific?"

After thinking about it, Tang Shi added: "in principle, such actions should be distributed with rations."

In addition to safety, the most important thing to survive in the wild is food and water.

There are rivers here, and their water supply can be guaranteed. If it is safe, the presence of instructors like Mo shangyun and so many people working together is the guarantee of safety. However Only food.

They don't have enough access to their food.

In such wild mountains and mountains, snakes and fish are the most common. However, there are not so many snakes and fish for more than 30 people. In addition, there are some fruits and plants that can be eaten in the mountains. This kind of food is more, and it is not so difficult to find a way, but it is not enough for these dozens of people.

Tang poetry thought all the way, but did not think of any results.

Therefore, she chose to ask Mo shangyun.

Hearing what Tang poetry said to her nervously, Mo shangyun's attention shifted away from "drilling wood to make fire.".

She raised her eyelids and looked in the direction of Tang poetry.

However, before she had time to speak, she heard Yan GUI's voice --

"is there any need to say? This operation is certainly not as simple as survival in the wild. "

Yan GUI's head suddenly jumped into the middle of the two people. After startling Tang poetry, he tilted his head and showed a brilliant smile to Mo shangyun, "ink, am I right?"

Mo shangyun vomited the dog tail grass in his mouth.

With his left hand stretched out, he directly grasped Yan GUI's ear. "How can I learn to be lazy and listen to gossip?"

Damn it, this guy is so haunted that she almost doesn't feel it.

"Ink, ink No, no, no, no, no, no, no, No Yan GUI was distressed by his twisted ears. He was wronged and said, "you misunderstood me. Really, our group just picked up firewood. I just stepped a little faster. I swear, just a little bit. You know I'm fast."

While speaking, I have heard the news of their group coming back.

Mo shangyun just let go of his ears.

Tang poetry is watching Yan GUI, who is the same as the ghost spirit, dressed up by Mo shangyun. The corners of her mouth can't help rising. She wants to laugh, but she feels that it is not suitable for the time, so she can only suppress it without laughing.

Yangui felt his ears and murmured that he was too cruel. He was lying on the stone and was close to the two of them from the back.

Then, he asked Mo shangyun with a smile: "Mo Mo, you said, am I right?"Just be wrung the lesson of the ear, in a twinkling of an eye, with his mumble was thrown out of the clouds.

"Maybe."

Mo Shang Yun shrugged his shoulders and answered perfunctorily.

Yan Guiyi Leng, "can't even you don't know?"

“……”

Mo shangyun stares at Yan GUI in silence.

"Kekekekeke --"

Yan guilengbu coughed a series of coughs, as if he had hurt his lung, and fell down from the stone with pain on his face. As soon as he landed on the ground, he covered his chest, continued to cough, and stumbled away.

Tang Shiben also wanted to worry about whether there was something wrong with him. He could see that Yan GUI returned to normal immediately after walking out of ten meters, and then he mixed up with the students like a man who had nothing to do.

Tang poetry can't help but gape.

This, this, this

For a moment, Tang poetry is a little suspicious of life.

Mo Shang Yun helped his forehead, and he really wanted to use the word "Xi Jing" as a tattoo on Yan GUI's obnoxious face.

"Instructor Mo?" Tang Shi blinked, and his voice called Mo shangyun, "what Yan GUI said..."

"I don't know."

Mo Shang Yun dropped four words and jumped from the stone as soon as he pressed the brim of his hat.

"Ah?"

Looking at Mo shangyun with his head tilted, Tang poetry is a little confused.

Can't say, or really don't know?

However -

If, as Yan GUI said, they were not allocated rations, it would be understandable.

After all, if survival in the wild is not the main task There should be other ways to get rations.

*

after waiting for nearly an hour, many students who tried to "make fire out of wood" gave up one after another.

Unable to see, Mo shangyun pushed the crowd aside and kicked the students who were still doing useless skills on the ground. It took about ten minutes for him to rub out the fire debris. Then he skillfully put it on the dry igniter. In a blink of an eye, the smoke came out. She blew a few breaths with a thin bamboo that she did not know when Waiting for the flame to jump out.

The gaping crowd said: "I'm sorry

Suddenly feel self-esteem broken into pieces of glass.

Broken into a piece of a piece, but also was severely trampled on a few feet, can not fill up.

Granny bear, strength crush ah!

"Drillmaster Mo, are you a little bit of a blow to us?" When Yun Mo's teeth trembled, he didn't even smile at his teeth.

Mo shangyun glanced at him, folded some small pieces of wood into the burning flame, and carelessly said, "it took me three hours to make it for the first time."

All of them said, "well

Hehe.

It's really not comforting at all. It's even worse.

There are about a dozen of them working here, wasting more than ten hours.

"When did you first make fire out of wood?" In the crowd around, someone asked.

Mo Shang Yun slightly congeals eyebrow, thought carefully, only then utters, "12 years old."

All of them said, "well

I wish they were dumb.

I wish I could slap that man in the face.

What are you asking?

What are you asking me?!

Don't you think your self-esteem has been trampled on enough?

Mo shangyun didn't realize how much impact they had. She clapped her hands and stood up from the ground after the fire was completely ignited.

Unexpectedly, few people went to look after the fire, and they all swarmed around.

"Drillmaster Mo, do you have any skills to make fire out of wood?"

"Master Mo, can you teach us this craft?"

"Instructor mo..."

Many problems have been thrown over positively.

Mo shangyun raised his hand and touched his ear.

"Well."

She answered, not knowing which question she was answering.

Later, she added, "tomorrow."

As soon as the voice fell, people around her consciously gave way.

When Mo shangyun walked out of a distance, he also heard their active comments, which seemed to arouse their enthusiasm for learning.

Raised her head, she looked at the night sky, helplessly pick eyebrows.

It's very good that we can survive tomorrow.

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