Feng Ling nodded, feeling that what he said made sense, and asked at the same time: "Then what should I do now? There are still a few hours until lunch, and I don't need to boil water for cooking now. You teach me how to use it." Can I help you with these tools?”
Li Nanheng stopped what he was doing, glanced at her, and saw Feng Ling sitting on the suggested small stool made of a few remaining pieces of wood in the room, dragging her chin with one hand and looking at him.
He sighed and smiled: "I don't need your help. If you really have nothing to do, why don't you dance for me?"
Feng Ling: "..."
The man raised his eyebrows: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Feng Ling put down the hand that was supporting his chin and said with a tigerish face, "I can't."
He laughed: "Oh, yes, you really can't."
Feng Ling: "..."
"Then you can do a set of punches, or the basic melee combat moves in the base. They look good when combined. Let me see if you can do a set?"
"Do not hit."
"You know this, why don't you fight?"
"It's all what you taught me. In front of you, it's just like trying to do what you want. You scold me if I do something wrong, but I won't do it."
Li Nanheng was immediately amused: "I also scolded you in the years when you first arrived at the base. At that time, your physical strength was indeed inferior to others, and some basic movements were not up to standard. How many times did you teach you a lesson and you still hold a grudge?"
"I'm telling the truth, you've scolded me a lot before." Feng Ling said and rolled her eyes at him.
Li Nanheng chuckled, liking the way she was showing less and less concealment of her emotions: "What should I do? I can't remember this grudge forever, why don't I stay down here for the past few nights? Let you suppress my arrogance? "
“…”
Feng Ling ignored him. She couldn't build a house or a bed, but she could still make some small stools like this. She walked over and leaned next to him to pick up a few pieces of wood that had been cut. When you find a few neat pieces, it feels like you have found a treasure. You quickly take them aside and work on them to get some small stools or other simple gadgets.
Seeing that she had obviously begun to enjoy making small things in recent days, and looking at her carefully studying with a few wooden boards, Li Nanheng smiled faintly and continued what he was doing.
Building a bed is definitely not as huge a project as building a house. The house must pay attention to various details such as waterproofing and rainproofing. There are also layers of boards inside and outside to cover the seams in the wood and other auxiliary things.
The bed is relatively faster, as long as it is firm and sturdy.
After Li Nanheng built the bed, he placed it in a suitable location against the wall in the room. Then he noticed that the room probably lacked a set of tables and chairs for eating, so that was more than enough. There was no need to worry about the tables and chairs. , Feng Ling also wants to make some small things recently. He can teach her to do it slowly and accompany her, so that she can also find some interest.
The two of them had lived in the city for many years. In such a quiet life in the jungle, where they didn't even have to turn on their mobile phones, they were not bored at all. They even felt more and more that this kind of life was so peaceful that people could let go of everything outside. There were entanglements between grievances and grudges, so it was said that there was nothing wrong in the world except for people to disturb themselves. The result of Feng Lingjing's calmness was that she didn't care much about the Feng family and Feng Mingzhu's affairs.
After all, she had not had any contact with the Feng family in the past twenty years. It seemed that there was nothing more than a blood relationship between her and that family.
Although Feng Mingzhu is extreme and selfish and narrow-minded, the elders of the Feng family are not heartless people. In this way, the comparison between the two offsets each other, so that Feng Ling does not have too much complaints, dissatisfaction or hatred, and even more There is no touching or thought-provoking emotion.
If one day she leaves the jungle and returns to the outside, Feng Ling will decide according to the situation. If the Feng family insists, she will go to the Feng family to take a look, remove her mourning hall with her own hands, and tell them that she is still alive and thank them for giving birth. She will not stay in the Feng family. She is still the Feng Ling she once was. It makes no difference to her whether she has the Feng family or not.
And if the Feng family chooses to be quiet and not disturb her, she will also stay silent and not tell the truth, and just maintain the status quo, which is the best.
Feng Ling knew that no matter how peaceful and happy her life in this jungle was, sooner or later, she would still have to go back. Both of them had things to fight against on their shoulders. This kind of life without fighting against the world could only They can exist in books and stories, but in reality, they all have responsibilities to bear.
Feng Ling learns things quickly. Although Li Nanheng has never learned any carpentry work, men are all action-oriented, especially those with natural acumen for these things, so he helped her build it bit by bit. A house, after she learned how to make those wooden boards, she spent a week working with him to build tables, chairs, and other small items.
The wooden house that belonged to them was complete, with almost no furniture missing. After they could officially live in it, Feng Ling opened the wooden cabinet in the house, took out a clean piece of clothing belonging to Li Nanheng and walked out. Before reaching the clear stream, I heard the sound of rushing water.
She poked her head and looked over there, and saw Li Nanheng holding a piece of grass in his mouth. The tall and straight man stood there with his upper body bare, holding up the flowing water from the clear stream on himself with one hand, and with the other hand on his waist. , holding grass in his mouth, acting like his grandpa conquered the forest and became the king.
There seemed to be something moving around the man's feet. Feng Ling walked over and saw that it was a small wild boar, but the two trotters in front of it were tied to the stone by a rope. He lay there and struggled hard.
Looking at the man who was calmly standing next to him taking a shower, he knew without thinking that this little wild boar had stupidly bumped into the boot of this slanderous man, otherwise how could he be tied up here in such a miserable way.
She walked over with a smile, squatted down, put the clothes in her hands on the clean stone next to her, and then picked up a pair of trotters of the little wild boar with her hands. The little thing squirmed even more happily.
"There are a lot of birds and animals that can be found in this jungle every day. We here have a good mix of meat and vegetables with good nutritional content. Why are you tying it here? It's too small. If you want to eat it, you have to wait. Grow up, or I won't even be able to do it." She suddenly said.
Both of them came from the base, and their ears have always been sharp, not to mention they have lived here together for so long. Li Nanheng heard that she was coming before Feng Ling even came near. He didn't look back at this moment, he just stood there and kissed her. Flirting.
After hearing her words, the man looked back at her. If it were any other woman, he would probably have picked her up and said that he was reluctant to eat or killed. But when it came into her mouth, it turned out that if he wanted to eat, he would have to wait until he was older.
"Then let's raise it and eat it again."
"Raise? Who raises?"
"You."
"????" Feng Ling pointed to himself, and then to the little wild boar on the ground: "Li Nanheng, it's enough to raise you one, and you want me to raise pigs?"