Seeing that it was completely dark, Peng Zhou remembered: Where did you spend this night tonight?

And also! He realized that his stomach was hungry.

Oh, yes! In the morning, Confucius fooled him into going out for an outing, but he hadn't eaten lunch until now. What's more, I have experienced a battle before, and my stomach should have been hungry for a long time.

But! He wasn't at all worried about dinner and sleeping.

Under Zhuangzi's philosophy of survival, the ability to survive in the wild is absolute. Even the special forces, special police and others trained in modern society do not have Zhuangzi Niubi. To know! Zhuangzi and other older generation of Taoist hermits are masters of survival in the wild.

According to the convention of some modern scholars, Zhuangzi should be the originator of survival in the wild!

Originator! The originator is the grandfather!

It's a long way from the town, and it's also far from the battlefield of the cavalry battle. So! It's impossible for someone who clears the battlefield to find someone from here.

Because he walked by feeling, Peng Zhou walked far to the place in his impression. So! It is absolutely safe here.

The first thing to do in the wild is to find a safe island.

What is a safe island? That is! Find a place to stay first.

And then! It's about finding food, water.

Water sources are very easy to solve, and in the mountains, there are springs everywhere. Ancient groundwater was shallow and unpolluted. So! Water sources are not a problem no matter where they are.

In terms of food, because of the sparse population, food is almost everywhere in the wild. Needless to say, there are too many foods to eat in terms of plants, as long as you know how to do it. In terms of animals, as long as you have hunting skills, it is not a problem.

Peng Zhou had knives and arrows on his body, so it was easy to make hunting tools.

When he came before, he did not ride a horse, but came on foot.

Horses were an important strategic resource in ancient times, and any country was strictly managed. All horses have ID cards, and if you ride a horse without ID you are asking for trouble.

Knives are also generally made of goods, but they can be hidden.

Generally, knives are marked with marks, such as sabers in the army, which are marked by the maker. When people look at the markings on it, they will know which army's knife you are using.

Just when Peng Zhou was setting up his hunting tools, he suddenly found that there was a little fire in the recess.

At the foot of this big mountain, it is difficult to see people within a radius of more than ten miles, let alone people. So! Seeing the fire, Peng Yu felt that there must be someone there, maybe like him, a wild survivor.

So! After installing the hunting tools, he went to the firelight.

Because of the small population, the towns generally drove people to live around the market towns and cultivate the fields around the market towns. For the sake of safety and convenience, the common people are generally willing to live around the market town.

So! Large areas of land are uninhabited.

Of course! There are also some old villages, away from the market towns. It's just that! This is rare. In such a village, there are usually at least a dozen or dozens of households. In general! They are all descendants of a family or a group of refugees.

With the little fire I just saw, it shouldn't be a village, but a person.

"Senior! Predecessor! Hello! ”

When he came closer, Peng Zhou didn't dare to approach. He stood on a high ground and shouted to the firelight. He knows! The closer you get to other people's territory, the more dangerous it is.

Because it's night! You can't get rid of this danger, because you can't see where someone else has set up traps, lassoes, or other hunting tools.

Not only did the firelight not react, but on the contrary! The fire was gone.

"Senior! I don't mean anything else! I was also passing by here, and when I saw my seniors here, I wanted to come over and say hello. Nothing else! Since the seniors don't want to see me, forget it! I'm on the hill over there, so I'll go back!" ”

Finished! Peng Zhou listened to see if the other party would react.

The other party did not react, and his words seemed to be spoken to the air. It's true! There was not even an echo of the valley, and the stone sank into the sea.

Alas! Peng Zhou sighed!

I thought: too! In this troubled world, it's this big night again, who dares to pay attention to you?

In this troubled world, others may kill you in order to survive. Especially in this kind of uninhabited place, you don't have to bury you if you are killed, and no one will find out. In the face of survival, who still tells you what morality. The law?

Morality and law are the products of civilized society, not of barbaric society.

Morality and law belong only to your scope and country, and are not binding on people in other countries and regions.

Because! Folklore is different, morality, culture, and civilization are different. Every region, country, and race has its own moral standards and laws. So! Your moral standards are not suitable for others. You can't accept other people's moral standards either.

So! Respecting faith, respecting folk customs, and following local customs is the foundation of survival.

If you don't know and understand these things, your survival may be difficult and problematic. It's true! You may not even understand how you died!

"It seems! You're also a wild survival master! ”

Just as Peng Zhou turned to leave, where there was once a fire, there was an old man's vicissitudes of voice.

"Master!" When Peng Zhou heard this, he screamed on the spot.

From the voice, he could hear it: this vicissitudes of life voice was none other than his master Zhuangzi.

I really didn't expect it: Confucius tricked him into going out on an outing and ended up throwing him here, while Master Zhuangzi appeared here.

"Master? Who? Who is your master? ”

"My master is you? I'm Peng Zhou! Master! I'm Peng Zhou! ”

"Who is Peng Zhou?"

"I'm Peng Zhou! Master! ”

"Who is your master?"

"Me?" Peng Zhou heard it from the other party's tone: This person may not be the master, but his voice is too much like the master!

"You say! Who is your master? Who is Peng Zhou? ”

"Me? My master's name is Zhuang Zhou! That is, Zhuangzi! In order to get closer to each other, Peng Zhou reported home.

It's okay anyway! In real life, how many years has Zhuangzi been dead.

"Zhuang Zhou? Zhuangzi? How many years has he been dead! You? Oh! You are also an admirer of Zhuang Zhou Zhuangzi! Hehehe! It turned out to be a Taoist friend! Fellow Daoists! ”

"You? Aren't you my master? Are you just an admirer of my master? Peng Zhou listened and felt very disappointed.

"Forget it tonight! I've got traps all around here, and I can't remove them when it's black. Tomorrow! I'll go to you tomorrow! Hehehe! It turned out to be a Taoist friend! Fortunately! Fortunately! See you tomorrow! ”

"Good! Predecessor! See you tomorrow! Since the other party refused to see him, Peng Zhou had no choice.

Furthermore! It's true: the mechanism set up during the day can't be lifted at night.