The environment in the rainforest is changeable, from sunny mornings to thunderstorms and showers at noon.

That's it today, it's a dismount for a few outsiders.

Since entering the dense forest, Yang Xiuwen has walked at the end of the line, and there is a warrior behind him, probably arranged by Professor Bai, and the warrior not only protects them, but also acts as a guide for them.

The two fighters have one thing in common, they are not tall.

Yang Xiuwen could see that the two of them had typical Nanyun local characteristics.

Sure enough, after a short time together, Yang Xiuwen quickly learned their names, and the surname at the front of the team was Li, Li Li.

The warrior behind him is surnamed Shui, Shui Mao Sheng.

He guessed that the warrior surnamed Shui should have been born in the evening, because he knew that the local people were very random in naming their children.

Li Li was very silent and didn't like to talk, but he had a lot of strength, holding a woodcutter in his hand, constantly waving it, cutting off branches and vines, and opening the way in front of the team.

Shui Maosheng was carrying an 81-bar standard rifle, a military backpack, and a green-skinned military kettle.

It was a huge contrast to his small body, and it felt like it was about to crush him at any moment.

Yang Xiuwen wanted to help him carry the backpack several times, but he refused, and a shy smile appeared on his face: "No, I can do it!" “

Looking up at the two huge backpacks on Yang Xiuwen's body, he continued: "You are very strong, it's been almost two hours, you haven't even changed your breath, and you haven't sweated much!" “

After speaking, he wiped the beads of sweat from his face.

Indeed, after entering the dense forest, the surrounding environment becomes humid and muggy.

Everyone was sweating, but he was the only one who behaved differently from ordinary people, and he was carrying two big bags on his body, but except for the slight sweat on his forehead, the whole person looked very relaxed.

Yang Xiuwen couldn't explain it, after entering the dense forest, his heart kept running, and the two spiritual energies of water and wood were constantly inhaled into his body, and it felt like a fish entering the sea and an eagle striking the sky.

This environment is like a mountain shrub opening its arms to welcome their children, kind, extremely kind.

If you look closely, you will find that he and the jungle are surprisingly harmonious and complement each other.

He smiled and said, "I don't know what's going on, I just don't like to sweat, and I have learned martial arts from my master for a while, and my physical strength is better." ”

Shui Maosheng looked at him deeply, nodded, and didn't say anything more, he knew in his heart that everyone had secrets, and he also had them.

The team in front stopped, and Shui Maosheng ran to the front of the group, and after a while, he came back again.

said: "Professor Wen's physical strength is a little exhausted, everyone will rest in place and set off in half an hour." ”

Feng Min sweated a lot, she was in the middle of the team, and as soon as she heard the rest, she turned around and came to Yang Xiuwen and sat on the backpack he put on the ground.

Panting, her chest heaving, sweat drenching her hair against her pretty flushed face.

stretched out their hands to him, and after a few days of getting along, the two had a tacit understanding.

Yang Xiuwen first took out a towel and handed it to her, then took out a water bottle from his backpack with a tag on it-Min. After opening it, I handed it over.

Feng Min wiped his face indiscriminately, took the kettle, and drank it with a clatter.

The water overflowed from the spout of the kettle, down the chin and down the white neck, through the collarbone, and then in...

Yang Xiuwen glanced at it and immediately looked elsewhere.

Feng Min saw his subtle movements, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a beautiful arc.

After drinking the water, he said to Yang Xiuwen: "Xiuwen, what kind of tea are you, why is it so cool, sweet in the mouth, and a hint of saltiness?" ”

Yang Xiuwen put away the kettle, tightened the lid, and said while putting it into his backpack: "I made it myself, it is very hot in the dense forest, and the human body will sweat a lot, and after a long time, there will be a lack of water, or even dehydration."

I added sugar, salt, and some Chinese herbs to the water, which can relieve the weakness and fatigue caused by lack of water. “

At this time, Wang Sheng ran over when he heard this: "I'll taste it too!" ”

Yang Xiuwen nodded and took out a kettle from his backpack, but there was also a label on the kettle - Sheng.

Wang Sheng picked up the kettle and poured a few sips, smashed it and smashed it, and indeed as Feng Min said, the hunger and thirst and fatigue of the body were instantly relieved.

Holding the kettle, he saw the label on it and asked, "Xiuwen, do we have each of them?" ”

Seeing that he nodded, he said gratefully: "I have a heart, brother!" ”

After saying that, I poured a few more sips.

Yang Xiuwen took out two kettles and handed them to him, "Go and send them to Professor Wen and Lai Yingjun." “

Wang Sheng took the front.

took out another kettle, labeled Bing, and handed it to the guard behind him, "Mao Sheng, this pot is for you, this is for you and Li Li." “

Shui Maosheng took the kettle, and his heart was very surprised.

The kettle was huge, almost two kilograms, six kettles twelve kilograms, and if you count other things, the backpack had thirty kilograms, and two backpacks, fifty to sixty kilograms.

Carrying fifty or sixty kilograms, I walked for nearly two hours without pause, sweating, or panting!

Is this still a fucking human?

After taking a sip, his eyes lit up, and the taste was a bit like the "divine water" that the clansmen brought when hunting, and only the patriarch would configure it.

began to guess Yang Xiuwen's identity in his heart, but he didn't say anything, and raised his feet to find Li Li.

Feng Min watched all this silently, and suddenly got up and opened Yang Xiuwen's backpack, she was stunned.

In addition to the kettle, there is also a large bag of military compressed biscuits, bread, ham sausages, and even half a Jiangsu and Zhejiang ham wrapped in oil paper, which is cooked and exudes a strong fragrance.

Climbing ropes, four tent fixed iron nails, a small marching iron pot, a sharp machete, and a small folding military shovel...

She couldn't imagine how much it would weigh with so many things in this backpack?

Why don't you tell yourself? And his bag is also carried by him, how heavy will it be?

Such a difficult mountain road, empty-handed is still difficult...

It feels like I've been pricked by a needle, it hurts, it hurts!