When they looked up, they saw that it was a tree, not a tower, but a tree growing alive from a pile of rubble, but they finally felt that this was the ancients who built a tower or a house according to this tree.

The perimeter of the stone tower is a little collapsed, so it looks like a pile of rubble, but in fact, the inside is basically fine, but some places are covered with moss, kudzu vines and weeds, and it has lost its former appearance.

In order to prevent danger, everyone first circled around the tree stump, and found nothing unusual, and then put two dogs up to see, and the dogs stood on the tree and happily wagged their tails towards their owners, indicating that there was no danger.

After a while, the eldest son stepped up the tree quickly, and when he came to it, he could see what was going on.

It turns out that there is also a one-zhang square platform on it, and the platform is just stuck in the middle of several branches, and the platform is very complete, and it is completely possible to spend the night on it. After the father and second son also went up to see it, everyone thought that this place was good.

Remove the broken stones below and barely pave a path with steps, so that everyone can go up and down easily.

After the road was repaired, everyone could see that the tree did not grow out of the crack in the stone, and the stone was just a platform or stone tower built around the tree.

Soon the road up and down was repaired, and my father made a division of labor for everyone, and everyone did not separate this time, so they chopped wood and wood together to make a roof.

After the roof and fence had been erected, a tree house had been made, and the firewood for the evening had been prepared and carried to the platform, they went together to find a source of water, for they had not seen a stream or a spring for a long time on the way. The children felt that this water source was difficult to find.

My father smiled and said, "There is a way." ”

After speaking, he touched the mouths of the two dogs beside him, pointed to his tongue with the other hand, and patted the dogs' buttocks, and the two dogs ran out with a "whoosh".

My father called two more dogs. Go in the other direction to find water.

After a meal, the two groups of dogs returned, one by one tired and snoring, it is estimated that they ran a lot of distance, looking at their mothro-stained beards, my father knew that they had not found water, and he was full of confidence, but at this time he had no idea. After a moment of silence, the eldest son said that he had a solution. I'm sure you'll find water nearby.

He told everyone that because it happened to be the edge of a ravine, and from the fat and green plants growing on both sides of the ravine, it must have been damp underneath, and that when they had just walked through it, they had slipped because of the mud under their feet.

My father also felt that it made sense. After that, pick up the hoe and dig it. The second son hurriedly used a killing knife to cut down the plant and make room.

Subsequently. All the dogs and wolves were on guard nearby, and the three cubs took turns digging the pit, and in less than a meal, a thigh-deep pit with a dozen calories long and wide had been dug up, and the bottom was no longer mud, but mud. Sure enough, it didn't take a while. And the clear spring came out of the ground, and filled half a puddle.

Seeing that there was water, the father and the second son climbed up to a nearby tree house, lit a fire, and prepared to cook.

Dogs and wolf cubs rolled and frolicked in groups up and under the trees. They know that it should be safe here now, and this is their world with their masters.

A layer of muddy water slowly flowed out from the edge of the puddle, and there was only clear spring water left in the pit, and the spring water at this time still had a muddy smell, and it could be drunk after half an hour.

When the fire was burning, my father stood on top of the tree house and shouted down, "Is the water ready?"

The eldest son knew that his father was waiting for water to cook, so he drank a handful of water in his hand, and suddenly felt a refreshing feeling of comfort spread throughout his body, the water was sweet and mellow, and it was really comfortable to drink, and he couldn't imagine that such a delicious water was found in this ravine where there was no water.

The eldest son hurriedly beat two cylinders with a bamboo tube, trotted all the way into the tree house, and watched his father pour water into the pot, and then went down to fetch water with an empty tube.

This time, he found a stone with a groove, rinsed it with water, and filled it with water so that the dog and the wolf could drink enough so that he could return to the treehouse with a few bottles of water.

At this time, the last cloud on the horizon is dazzling, and the blood-red clouds smear a layer of orange soft light on the mountain forest before night, which is really charming to look at, as if returning to a long-lost home.

The treehouse is condescending, and everyone feels that there should be no surprises tonight.

After dinner, my father wanted everyone to rest and rest, after all, there was not much rest on the way, not to mention that there was no rest last night and the night before last, if it went on like this, the children would be tired, and they were a little unbearable, but looking at the dark and rumbling night outside the tree house, my father knew that his extravagant hope could not be realized, and he had to be vigilant all the time when he went out, and staying safe was always the most important thing.

Tonight was the father's first rest, and the children stood on the first shift, and the two of them watched under the trees, and the other at the intersection - although the father had put a bunch of horns at the intersection of the stone steps up, it was better to be careful.

Normally, there is no movement in the woods in the first half of the night, and it is not lively until the second half of the night, but tonight is different in that it is just after night, and the forest under the treehouse has already begun to make people irritated.

If it's just irritable, it's nothing, it's a big deal, it's not a good rest, but there are some "hissing" sounds in the noise, although not loud, but they are very clear, but the children don't hear what kind of animal is calling.

Eight dogs and four wolf cubs sat around their master, some pretending to sleep, some calmly looking at their master's face, and some licking their furry legs with their tongues, they were not in a hurry, and they did not care about the annoying noise under the treehouse.

The eldest son looked at the dog with a serene appearance, and felt a little relieved, and felt that nothing would happen tonight, so he moved the steel drill from the burning fire, turned it over and continued to burn.

The second son was not as optimistic as he was, and looked at the killing knife and axe that he had in his hand, and after a while, he stood up again and looked around the railing, hoping to find some signs, but in the vast night sky, he could see nothing.

He was about to sit down when two dogs, who were squatting on the ground, stood up suddenly, their ears erected and their tails between their legs, looking warily at the ceiling, as if they were about to bulge out their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the other dogs and wolf cubs also stood up, some looking at the roof, some looking around, and some turned to look behind them, as if there was danger everywhere.

Just as he was about to wake up his father, his father had already woken up, and he knew that in this deep mountain and old forest, it would not be peaceful tonight.

The second son grabbed the killing knife in one hand and handed the axe to the eldest son with the other, half-crouching, his eyes rolling wildly, as if looking for something.

He noticed a black mass of something rushing towards his eldest son's face, and before he could see what was going on, the eldest son had already slapped himself in the face, scattering the thing.

Immediately, everyone saw that his face and hands were bloody, and they were so shocked that they didn't know what to do, and the eldest son was also frightened when he looked at his bloody hands.

The father raised his steel drill and stabbed at the black thing, which was obviously stabbed, but it seemed to be stabbed in the air, as if it had been stabbed on cotton.

Immediately afterwards, the mass of things came towards his father's face again, and the second son's eyes were quick, and he raised his arm to block it, and smashed the mass of things. The two dogs jumped up and bit at the black mass, and they also pounced.

At this time, everyone saw clearly that it was a mass of mosquitoes, but they were not in a hurry.

The father squatted down, picked up a burning firewood, and shook it in front of him, forcing the mosquitoes to dodge from far and near.

The children also picked up the firewood from the fire, and purred at the mosquito group, pushing the thing far away.

Taking advantage of this gap, my father hurriedly picked up a hoe, divided the fire into three piles, placed them in three directions near the railing, and put a handful of wet wood with leaves into it.

In this way, three fires were used to smoke in turn, forming a smoke ring around the treehouse, keeping the mosquitoes out and the three cubs and the little ones in the middle.

The firewood prepared by everyone is enough to burn, so they do not spare the firewood and burn the fire vigorously.

It was only at this time that everyone breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to rest for a while.

After beating the mosquitoes away, I thought that the dog and the wolf cub should relax, but they were still very anxious, some were walking back and forth in the tree house, some were staring into the distance, and some were glaring angrily.

Instinctively, my father felt that there was a greater danger around him—he had just been so busy dealing with the mosquitoes that he had not noticed the noise under the treehouse, and when he stopped, he found that the woods were so quiet that even the cries of the little insects had disappeared.

The father hurriedly put the steel drill that had just cooled down into the fire to burn, and told the children to pick up the killing knives and axes, while he put down the hoe, took out the bow and arrow from his back, which had basically not been used on the way, and put the bow and arrow, and looked vigilantly at the dark night sky, hoping to find the target from it.

I saw a bright light flashing in front of me, and my father shot an arrow without hesitation, only to hear a "squeak", as if something had been shot and fell on the stone in the forest with a "pop".

The father drew an arrow from his quiver that was placed on the ground, and put it in his hand, ready to shoot it.

At this moment, everyone heard a "bang" on the ceiling, and it was estimated that something had fallen on it, and the shed shook a few times.

The eldest son did not hesitate to cut at the place where the sound came from, but the axe was blocked by the beam of the shed, and bounced back, almost slashing the second son who was standing next to him, and everyone broke out in a cold sweat. (To be continued.) )