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In the early morning, emerging from the nest made of withered yellow pine needles and fine soft grass wool, Lu Feng used his front paws to block the big black eyes, blocking the still slightly dazzling sunlight.

It is already the season of autumn breeze, and the forest is full of golden or red fallen leaves, full of black and red soil, rustling with the wind.

Not far away there is a persimmon tree, which has taken off its clothes and is full of orange lanterns. From time to time, birds and finches land on the branches, stretch their necks and peck at the soft peel with their sharp beaks, greedily suck the delicious juice in it, and play and play.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk, tuk...

There was the sound of blunt nails hitting the wood overhead, and the rhythm was quite fast, and after a few knocks, it stopped for a while, and then started again.

Meticulously combing the beard hair on his face and ears with his front paws, Lu Feng looked up at the upper part of the pine tree, and sure enough, the pair of spotted woodpeckers that flew in a few days ago were vigorously pecking at a large branch above their heads, and from time to time a trace of sawdust fell, and under their constantly pecking beaks, a concave tree hole was slowly forming.

What a clever bird!

The pine tree where Lu Feng's nest is located is a big guy, with a diameter of more than two meters at breast height, and it is the king of trees in this mountain forest.

Moreover, the branch that the woodpecker is pecking at has been decayed from the inside by silverfish, longhorn larvae and other insects, but the trunk of the large pine tree is too large, and the decayed part does not have much effect for the time being.

A few days ago, the pair of spotted woodpeckers had pecked and beaten the whole large pine tree when they first arrived, and most of the silverfish and longhorn larvae on the tree had lost their lives. Choosing to locate your new home in the decayed part of the big pine tree not only greatly shortens the nesting time, but also greatly reduces the workload!

"Knock knock knock...

After combing his beard and hair, Lu Feng leaned over slightly, burrowed half of his body into the nest, and when he retracted, his two front paws were already holding a huge hazelnut. The sharp front teeth squirmed rapidly, and Lu Feng bit open the hard shell of the hazelnut, peeled it off with the forelimbs that were as flexible as human hands, and nibbled on the sweet kernels inside.

This is his breakfast, as a squirrel, Lu Feng can eat food for three days at a time, and no longer need to eat for the next three days. But once being a human being, Lu Feng firmly retained the eating habit of three meals a day.

"Knock knock knock...

Soon, a whole hazelnut kernel filled Lu Feng's belly, and he rubbed the fine red fluff on his stomach with his front paws with satisfaction, Lu Feng burped, and then turned over and jumped up lightly, the sharp claws on his limbs popped out of the small ball of flesh between his fingers, and forcefully grabbed the folded bark of the big pine tree, and in a few jumps, he had jumped to another branch about a meter below the nest.

Early in the morning is not the best time to go out and forage for food.

Although it is still autumn, the temperature in the mountains at night has dropped very low, and the morning dew also appears early in this forest at a high altitude, and after a night of condensation, whether it is the pine cones hanging on the branches, hazelnuts, chestnuts, and the outer skin are covered with dewdrops, and it is full of dampness.

Even if such a fruit is picked, it will not be stored for too long, so it is better to wait for the sun to rise a little higher, dry the moisture of the fruit, and then pick it back, which is more convenient to preserve.

However, the plan of the day lies in the morning, and it is equally applicable to Lu Feng, whether he is a man or a squirrel.

A gust of wind whistled through the mountains, and the branches and pine needles of the trees were shaking slightly.

Steadily stopping on the branches, Lu Feng shifted his center of gravity, supported his body weight with his hind legs, kept his tail balanced, and stood up. After this period of adaptation, these movements that belong to the squirrel are finally integrated into Lu Feng's instincts, and he no longer needs to pay attention to the balance of his body at all times.

Turning his head towards the trunk of the big pine tree, at the place where the branches and the trunk meet, there is a palm-sized trunk that has been stripped of its bark by Lu Feng, revealing a smooth white and shiny xylem full of wood texture, like a [tabula rasa]. And the second thing Lu Feng has to do every morning is on this [whiteboard].

Standing upright and moving a few steps slightly closer to the [tabula rasa], Lu Feng stretched out his front paws, and the flexible little fleshy palm was slightly pinched, leaving only the paw at the index finger position stretched out, and with a slight stroke on the [tabula rasa], he carved a shallow horizontal and made up a [positive] character.

This is Lu Feng's way of recording the days, every day to draw a stroke, there will be a [positive] on the fifth day, as of today, on this [whiteboard], there are already twelve [positive], pinching the fingers and counting, plus Lu Feng's confused days as a squirrel at the beginning, it has been more than two months.

If you start with the first line drawn by Lu Feng, today should be called the sixtieth day of the [Squirrel Calendar].

So much time has passed?

After counting a few strokes, Lu Feng sighed a little, perhaps it was God's favor, the previous owner of Lu Feng's body was a hard-working squirrel, and a lot of hazelnuts and pine cones were stored in the nest, which allowed Lu Feng to survive the initial confusion and unfamiliar with the hard days of the body, and also avoided an extra squirrel in the mountains and forests that was starved to death in autumn.

After making a mark, Lu Feng bent down and drilled into the side of the [tabula rasa], which was also located in a tree hole above the branches, the hole was slightly larger than Lu Feng's current body, irregular and round, and the hole was still exposed with white and tender wooden stubble.

The woodpeckers are building a new home for their future baby, and Lu Feng is also building a new home for himself.

Although the previous owner of the squirrel's body left Lu Feng a comfortable nest made of withered yellow pine needles and fine soft grass wool, and now Lu Feng can rest peacefully in the swaying mountain wind, Lu Feng still hopes to have a safer and more stable residence.

"Rustle, rustle...

There was the sound of teeth gnawing at wood from the depths of the tree hole, and a moment later, Lu Feng's head emerged from the tree hole, and his front paws stretched forward alternately, pushing out a pile of fine wood chips.

Letting the sawdust spill from the air and drift away with the wind, Lu Feng retracted his head, and the rustling sound of his front teeth and wood sounded again in the tree hole.

In this way, time passed bit by bit, the depth of the tree hole was slowly extending, and when Lu Feng pushed the sawdust out of the tree hole for the twenty-third time, the sun finally rose overhead.

Lu Feng got out of the hole in the tree, shook his body, shook off the sawdust all over his body, cleaned his beard and fur again, climbed and jumped back to the nest on the previous floor several times, took out a big hazelnut and nibbled it.

Autumn is crisp, the moisture in the morning has dissipated, and the nuts on the trees have been dried, so it's time to go out and find something to eat. For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.