It was early autumn. Although the hillside was lush and green, a lot of yellow hay was already visible at the roots of the grass. Zhang Yuan regretted losing the army stabbing. It was quite hard to pull the hay by hand, but fortunately, he was strong. After a while, a lot of them were pulled out.
Then he sorted the hay and carried it into the stone room, and laid down a few thick layers of hay in a corner of the stone room, dry and soft.
"Come and give it a try." Zhang Yuan hugged Zhenzhen into the straw bed, but couldn't help thinking in his heart, if He Zhenzhen was in this natural stone room, where the scented dry grass...that would be cool.
"Haha, it's really comfortable." Of course I didn't know what he was thinking, lying on the hay and laughing happily, "Try it too, it's softer than Simmons."
"Wait, I have something else." Zhang Yuan didn't want to lie down. The point was that both of them were naked and lying down. How could he bear it
This time Zhang Yuan went out for a long time, because at this time, although the grass and leaves were all withered, but there were no dry trees. After looking for a long time, he moved it back and I don’t know in which year it was already dead. The big tree, brought back at the same time, there are also a few pinched dead birds.
At this time, the sky was already a bit dark, and the stone chamber appeared to be divided into darkness, which also showed the effect of a fire.
How can you make a fire without a lighter or a match? I really stared at Zhang Yuan and watched how busy he was.
Zhang Yuan had received such training countless times in his first life. Of course, this didn’t bother him. He piled up a few dead leaves, then used a stone to grind out a dry wooden tip, and then began to use the wooden tip to face the wooden block. Up quickly rubbing.
These things are easy to say, but they are difficult to do. They say that there is no tool to sharpen a dead branch. It cannot be done in a short while. I really have been sitting quietly on the grass and looking at him. With some emotion, I think about how hard it was for those ancestors who drank blood to get a bunch of fire.
Zhang Yuan’s physique has been improved a lot by Taohua Gong, so he got out of the wood much faster. When the sun went out for the last brilliance, a thin plume of smoke rose slowly, and the wood used to make the fire gradually began to carbonize. combustion.
"It's really burning!" Zhenzhen clapped his hands. At this moment, the spark seemed so precious, like a glimmer of hope seen in the boundless night.
Yuan also laughed, and then he put the dark-burning wooden planks under the well-supported pyre, and sprinkled some flammable leaves. Soon, the flames strung out, and the flames were like elves, jumping more and more.
The fire ignited, it warmed the real body, and also reflected her in red, all in wa
Round cheeks.
"What is this?" Zhang Yuan asked after taking the thing that Zhenzhen handed over.
"Hawaiian grass skirt." Really giggled, and then stood in front of Zhang Yuan, who turned out to be wearing such a grass skirt herself.
"Your hands are quite clever..."
Zhang Yuan’s compliment hasn’t been finished yet, it’s really like a pose, but who knows that this grass skirt has no lines and no buckles, really that gorgeous turn around, and even throw off the grass skirt she was wearing. .
Real's face flushed suddenly, and he was so scared that he quickly covered his legs.
Zhang Yuan swallowed abruptly and spit. Although he had been watching Zhenzhen's faint beauty before, he didn't feel too strong after seeing it for a long time. But Zhenzhen suddenly fell in a straw skirt, but Zhang Yuan felt very exciting. , The black hills of my daughter's house are really tempting to death.
"You are not allowed to see it, you should wear it quickly." Zhenzhen blushed and ordered.
Yuan turned his back and surrounded the grass skirt. Hearing the sound of instigating the grass skirt behind him, it made him unable to rise even more.
Both of them were wearing straw skirts. Zhang Yuan simply tucked off the pesky shirt, and the shirt was not torn well enough to be worn, so she also tucked it off, leaving only a small light blue cover.
Looking at the really good figure, there is only a hood on the side and a grass skirt underneath. It is really seductive. The xebi waist without a trace of fat really wants to hug it.
"Dinner." Zhang Yuan didn't dare to look at it more, because the grass skirt was no better than shorts. When a disobedient guy looked up, the hay poked at the tender meat, terribly.
"Ah, what a little bird, what a poor little bird." Zhenzhen expressed mercy to the little bird who was pinched to death by Zhang Yuan, and then said, "In the future, only fish will be killed, not birds."
"why?"
"Because the little bird is so cute, and it sounds so good."
Zhang Yuan smiled bitterly. It seems that being beautiful and able to speak is taking advantage. Isn't the fish pitiful? You can't say a word when you die, you can kill fish, but you are not allowed to kill birds. I don't know why this is true.
Although there is no salt or seasoning, Zhang Yuan and Zhenzhen are both hungry and anxious. They don’t know what the taste is. They eat it when they are baked. It really tastes delicious, and doesn’t think this is a good-looking bird at all. The bird ate only a pile of bones.
"How is it? The taste is not bad, do you want to catch a few more?" Zhang Yuan asked with a smile.
"Enough is enough, let the birds sleep at ease, don't disturb them."
"Then just now" Why did you eat one more than me? "Zhang Yuan asked angrily.
"Because I'm a woman." Said really unconscionably.
Zhang Yuan asked depressed, "Why can a woman eat one more? Is there such a rule?"
"Because... the primitive man stipulated that."
Zhang Yuan fainted, how did you know that the primitive man was prescribed this way? Besides, are we primitive people? Primitives, do you have such a beautiful bra? The mellow and attractive package of xebi's xing candies...
"What are you looking at?" I really don't like it, you just look at it, still drooling.
"I didn't look at it, I just wanted to study the difference between primitive and modern skin." Zhang Yuan took his gaze back from the white and round snowy mountain ditch with great effort.
"Wait to sleep, can you move the fire closer?" Zhenzhen asked again.
"No, our bed is full of hay. Mars will stay at a point, unless you want to burn it to death." Zhang Yuan finished speaking, and looked at the bed of hay, his thoughts began to rise again.
Really nodded, in fact, she was repeating in her heart, "Our bed", does he want to sleep too? Will he do that with himself? Just now when he was away, he checked it by himself, and it seemed that the following was the same as before, and he didn't feel anything unusual.
But Zhenzhen has never done anything like that before, and she doesn’t know what will happen to a man after it is done, and she doesn’t have a mirror. She is not sure if a man has ever been sneaked in. She is not sure now. Sleeping with her, her heart became uneasy again.