Slowly, it was noon before he knew it. Zheng Datian also cut down two loads of firewood and asked Yang Zilu: "Young Master, are you going back?"

"No! I'll go around here, Uncle Zheng, you can lend me this axe, right?" Yang Zilu pointed to the axe that was separated from Zheng Datian's waist and asked.

Zheng Datian hesitated and said, "There is no problem with the axe, but young master, don't go too far, just walk around here! Most of our wood chopping people are here, and wild beasts and mountain cross-country people dare not come. But if you leave far, it will be troublesome!"

"Well, I understand. Thank you for your reminder!" Yang Zilu nodded and responded.

Zheng Datian didn't say much after hearing this. He would be too long-winded if he said too much. He took off the axe and handed it to Yang Zilu, put it on a sturdy short wooden stick and put it on his waist to defend himself. He carried the load on one shoulder and the other without Yang Zilu's help. He hummed a mountain song and carried two loads by himself. In Yang Zilu's opinion, no less than a hundred kilograms of firewood were going down the mountain slowly.

"Wow! The ancients were extremely powerful. I thought it was fake. I didn't expect that a rural woodcutter would be so powerful!" Yang Zilu was stunned. But soon he felt relieved. When he saw Zheng Datian reaching the foot of the mountain, he put down the firewood and grass to rest. It seemed that he was not carrying less than a hundred kilograms of firewood all the way to Zhuluo Village. You must know that Zhuluo Village is ten miles away from the Sow Mountain. It takes an hour to hike. Carrying these firewood and grass will increase the walking time by at least half an hour, which is not unacceptable.

Suddenly, Yang Zilu slapped her forehead, "Hey! It's noon, I forgot to go back for dinner."

But when he turned around and looked at the direction of Zhuluo Village, there was no smoke. Yang Zilu was tragic. He suddenly remembered that it seemed like two meals a day in ancient times. Unfortunately, this was true. In other words, Yang Zilu could only rely on the little millet porridge he ate this morning until the afternoon.

Yang Zilu had no choice but to find something to eat on her own, "Fortunately it's summer now, and when autumn approaches, there should be a lot of fruits in this mountain!"

But after walking around, Yang Zilu found that there were too many woodcutters nearby. There were not no fruits on the trees, but they were picked off by people. The rest were as green as the leaves. Yang Zilu picked one and ate it with a bite. He immediately threw away the fruit. The flesh in her mouth was spit out, and almost even the bitter bile water was spit out.

"Wow! It's sour, bitter and astringent, it's like pigs don't eat this thing." Yang Zilu spitted a few mouthfuls of saliva and looked at the path leading to the dense forest. Although Zheng Datian had just reminded Yang Zilu, people died of money and birds died of food. With an axe in his hand, Yang Zilu felt relieved.

I gritted my teeth and thought to myself that there should be no problem. As long as I don’t go deeper, someone will hear the call for help. Besides, this place is within the scope of human activities. Even if there is a tiger, it is only one and a half. No matter how unlucky I am, I won’t really meet a tiger! I meet a wolf! A native dog! At worst, I can climb a tree. As for bears, don’t I pretend to be dead?

In fact, pretending to be dead is not necessarily effective. When a bear is too hungry, it doesn’t matter whether it is dead or alive.

Yang Zilu walked about three hundred meters and found that she had found food. It was a bush of strawberries. Yang Zilu was overjoyed when she saw this. He was terrible and didn't dare to eat anything else, but he knew the strawberries and hurriedly picked one and put it in his mouth. But Yang Zilu immediately felt that the imported one was not a strawberry, but a sour plum. Yang Zilu had goosebumps, the wild one was pure natural, but the taste was not great. Yang Zilu missed modern genetic crops a little.

But his stomach was so hungry that Yang Zilu had to swallow three of them into her stomach, but she didn't want to eat them anymore. It was so sour. Suddenly, Yang Zilu saw a rabbit standing curiously not far away, staring at Black Gulu's eyes, and looking at Yang Zilu curiously.

"Amitabha, thank you Buddha!" ​​Yang Zilu was overjoyed and hurriedly chased after him with an axe. Buddhism had not appeared at this time, and I don't know that Yang Zilu's voice Amitabha was to listen to the Buddha.

When the hare saw Yang Zilu having bad intentions, her eyes flashed with panic, and immediately turned around and fled.

When Yang Zilu saw the flexibly moves of the hare, she knew it was difficult to catch it with her bare hands. She gritted her teeth and roared "Hi!"

The axe in his hand was thrown out, which really made Yang Zilu hit the dead mouse, and the axe swept the rabbit's legs. The rabbit fell to the side immediately. Yang Zilu was overjoyed, but he knew that bronze was expensive in this era, so he picked up the axe first so he would not forget it. However, when he turned his head, he saw the rabbit jumping into the grass.

Yang Zilu was very anxious. How could he watch the rabbit that was about to reach his mouth fly away! He didn't care about wild animals or something and pushed aside the grass. Fortunately, there were blood along the way, Yang Zilu was slower and found traces.

Slowly pushing away the grass, not long after, Yang Zilu saw the dying hare that was already bleeding too much. Yang Zilu walked up, picked up the rabbit, pulled a tough long grass from the grass on one side, tied the rabbit up, and hung it on the handle of the axe.

I was even more ready to leave, but suddenly I heard a low roar, which seemed to be the roar of a black bear in the animal world.

Yang Zilu widened her eyes, her blood was cold all over her body. Fuck! I'm really so unlucky? I didn't look at the calendar today. God, you wouldn't be so cruel to me! I'll throw me here, forget it, I just want to eat a hare! Yang Zilu's face was filled with tears.

I remember that there is a way to avoid bears on TV. I don’t care about anything. I hurriedly lying in the grass with a "bang!", my muscles were tense and tense. My eyes were closed, but my eyelashes still couldn’t help but tremble slightly. I prayed to the gods and Buddhas in my heart. Whether it was Chinese or Western, as long as I could call my name, Yang Zilu would pray the last time.
Chapter completed!