The tents are now in the shape of a hat, and the space inside is neither wide enough nor high enough.

Fu Miaoxue still remembers the pain of not being able to straighten her legs last night and wants to change the tent to a rectangular rectangle.

The imagination is beautiful, but it is difficult to actually operate.

She only built one "wall" and found that the strips of cloth used to fix the branches were used up.

Fu Miaoxue: “…”

It felt a bit like building blocks with great enthusiasm, but suddenly she found that the number of blocks was not enough for her to play...

At this time, Du Lai came back with a big leaf, filled with red fruits.

Fu Miaoxue's eyes lit up, and she immediately ran over happily and asked around him: "Where did you pick it? What kind of fruit is this? Can it be eaten? Will it be poisonous?"

Asked this, but his hand was not polite at all. He picked up one and sent it to his mouth-

“Um…”

Fu Miaoxue's mouth was pursed into a rice font.

He swallowed it hard and commented: "It's okay...sweet and sour, slightly astringent..."

But it can be eaten.

——At this time, it would be nice to find something to eat.

"This is a rispberry. I've eaten it before. Yesterday, when I entered the forest, I didn't see it. I just looked for it and found that there are a lot of wild fruits here."

Du said, and saw the unformed tent next to him, probably understanding what Fu Miaoxue meant. He put the picked wild fruits and leaves on the ground, and said, "There are still some rattans on the road, which can be used as ropes if cut."

Fu Miaoxue sat down and ate wild fruits, nodded repeatedly, and didn't bother to speak.

Du looked at her and didn't expect her to help, so he went there by himself.

...

Yesterday, he thought he would get rescue soon, so he kept waiting and waiting, staying close to the "sos" mark and dared not walk away.

Now he found that he could not continue like this.

He is sick, he needs water, food, and a reliable place to rest to recover as soon as possible.

The top is heavy and light, and every step you take is like stepping on cotton.

Du Lai knew very well that he couldn't hold on for long. He pulled down a handful of vines and cut them with the dagger given by Fu Miaoxue. His hands hurt so much that his forehead was sweating coldly.

——I sawed too many bamboos yesterday, from the palm of my hand to the tiger's lips, it was so swollen that it was streaked by rough and hard vines, which was tantamount to torture.

This was originally a pair of smart and exquisite hands, but now it was doing the most primitive and rough work.

Du Lai came back with bundles of vines, exhausted.

I wanted to drink water, but found that the bamboo tube was empty and there was no drop left.

Needless to ask, it must have been drunk by the eldest lady. That woman was spoiled since she was a child, and she only had herself in her eyes and never considered others.

"There are so many vines!" Fu Miaoxue came over happily, picked up the vines on the ground, and sorted them out one by one.

"Where is the wild fruit?" Du Lai asked in a hoarse voice.

If you can't drink water, eating some fruit can replenish your water.

Fu Miaoxue stretched the vines, feeling very strong, and her expression showed satisfaction. Hearing this, he replied, "I threw it away."

Du Lai thought he had heard it wrong, so he looked at her in shock: "What?"

"I threw it away." Fu Miaoxue curled her lips and said, "There are many black bugs in those fruits. I was scared to death when I ate one just now."

Du Lai stared at her blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment...

He endured fatigue, hunger, pain, and high fever. Now he just wanted to drink a sip of water, eat something, and then lay down and rest for a while, but she said...don't throw it away?

Those fruits were their only food, but she said, throw them away?

Without even saying anything to him, I threw it away?!!
Chapter completed!