Feng Ling nodded, feeling that what he said made sense, and at the same time asked: "Then what should I do now?" There are still a few hours before lunch, and there is no need to boil water and cook now, you teach me how to use these tools, and I will help you?"

Li Nanheng stopped what he was doing, glanced at her, and saw Feng Ling sitting on the small stool in the room that was made of a few remnants of wooden blocks, dragging his chin with one hand and looking at him.

He sighed: "There's nothing you need to help me with, if I 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 this?"

Feng Ling put down the hand that was originally supporting his chin, and made a tiger face: "I won't." ”

He laughed, "Oh yes, you really won't. ”

Feng Ling: "............"

"Then you can play a set of punches, or the basic movements of those melee fights in the base, which look good together, and I'll see if you hit a set?"

"Don't fight. ”

"You will, why don't you fight?"

"It's all what you taught me, in front of you, it's called the class to get an axe, and if you do something wrong, you will scold me, so I won't do it. ”

Li Nanheng was directly happy: "I also scolded you in the years when you first arrived at the base, at that time, you really couldn't compare your physical strength to others, and some basic actions were not standard enough, how many times did you still hold a grudge after teaching you?"

"I'm telling you the truth, you used to scold me a lot. Feng Ling said and glanced directly at him.

Li Nanheng chuckled, and liked her less and less emotional: "Then what should I do? I can't remember this revenge for a lifetime, why don't I be down there for the last few nights?"

“……”

Feng Ling ignored him, she didn't know how to build a house or a bed, but it was still okay to make some of this kind of small stool, she walked over, leaned next to him and picked up a few pieces of wood that had been cut down, and found a few neat ones as if she had picked up a treasure, and quickly took them aside to put them together, and got some small stools or other simple gadgets out.

Seeing that she had obviously begun to like making small things in the past few days, and then looking at her carefully studying there with a few wooden boards, Li Nanheng smiled lightly and continued the unfinished business at hand.

To build a bed, the amount of work is certainly not as huge as building a house, and the house should pay attention to all kinds of details such as waterproofing and rainproofing, and some boards and other auxiliary things that cover the wooden seams inside and out.

The bed is relatively fast, as long as it is sturdy and sturdy.

After Li Nanheng built the bed, he placed it in a suitable position against the wall in the room, and then noticed that there was probably a lack of a set of tables and chairs for eating in this room, so it was almost fine, the tables and chairs were not in a hurry, Feng Ling also wanted to make some small things recently, and he could slowly teach her to do it with her, so that she could also find some interest.

The two of them have lived in the city for many years, but in such a quiet life in the jungle where they don't even need to turn on their mobile phones, they are not a little bored, and they even feel more and more that this kind of life is so quiet that people can let go of all the grievances and entanglements outside, so there is nothing in the world, and mediocre people disturb themselves, and the result of Feng Ling's calm mind is that she doesn't mind too much about the Feng family and Feng Mingzhu.

After all, she hadn't had any contact with the Feng family in the previous twenty years, as if she had nothing else to do with that family except for a blood relationship.

Although Feng Mingzhu is extreme, selfish and narrow-minded, the elders of the Feng family are not people without conscience, so that the two of them are compared and cancel each other, so that Feng Ling does not complain too much about dissatisfaction or hatred, and there is no emotion that touches him.

If she leaves the jungle one day and returns outside, Feng Ling will depend on the situation, if the Feng family insists, she will go to the Feng family to take a look, remove her own mourning hall with her own hands, tell them that she is still alive, thank them for their fertility grace, recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors, but they only recognize each other, she will not stay in the Feng family, she is still the same Feng Ling as before, whether there is a Feng family or not, it makes no difference to her.

And if the Feng family chooses to be quiet and not disturb her, she will also be silent and not tell the truth, and just maintain the status quo, no matter how good.

Feng Ling knew that no matter how peaceful and happy life was in this jungle, sooner or later, she would still have to go back, the two of them had their own things to fight on their shoulders, this kind of life without fighting the world could only exist in the stories in the book, and in reality, they all had responsibilities to bear.

Feng Ling learned things quickly, although Li Nanheng didn't learn any carpenter's work, but men are action-oriented, especially have a natural acuity for these things, so little by little they still helped her build a house, and after she learned how to get those planks, it took a week to build tables and chairs with him, and some other small objects.

After the wooden house belonging to them was complete, and there was almost no shortage of furniture, so 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, and before he reached the clear stream, he heard the sound of rushing water.

She poked her head out to look over there, only to see Li Nanheng holding a grass in his mouth, a tall and straight man standing there bare-chested, lifting up the water flowing in the clear stream on himself with one hand, and crossing his waist with the other hand, holding grass in his mouth, a posture of his grandfather Zhan Lin as the king.

Something seemed to be arching at the man's feet, and Feng Ling walked over and saw that it was a small wild boar cub that was not very big, but the two pig's trotters in front of it were tied to the stone by a rope, and they were lying there and struggling hard.

Looking at the man who was standing next to him taking a bath calmly, he didn't have to think about it to know that this little wild boar boy had stupidly bumped into the leather boots of this slanderous man, otherwise how could he be tied here so miserably.

She walked over with a smile, squatted down, put the clothes in her hand on the clean stone next to her, and then picked a pair of little piggy trotters with her hand, and the little thing struggled more happily.

"There are a lot of birds and beasts that can be found in this jungle every day, and we are not bad here with meat and vegetarian nutrition, what are you doing here? This is too small, if you want to eat it, you have to wait until it grows up, otherwise I won't be able to do it." She spoke suddenly.

Both of them came out of the base, and their ears have always been keen, not to mention that they have lived here together for so long, and before Feng Ling approached, Li Nanheng heard that she was coming, and he didn't look back at this time, just stood there and stroked the water on his body.

Hearing her words, the man looked back at her, and if he was another woman, he probably had to pick it up and say that he was reluctant to eat or kill, but when it came to her mouth, he had to wait for him to grow up if he wanted to eat.

"Then raise it and eat it again. ”

"Who raises?"

"You. ”

"????" Feng Ling pointed at himself, and then pointed to the little wild boar cub on the ground: "Li Nanheng, it's enough to raise you one, and you still let me raise pigs?"