The light in the cave was dim.

Mu Wanfeng looked around the cave with the faint light, the left side of the cave was paved with hay, although it was already very dry and yellow, and it was messy, but it could still be used to make a bed to sleep after tidying up and tidying up.

On the right side of the cave are some simple cooking utensils, just dusty. It seems that it was once inhabited.

I just don't know who it is, but I can live in a cave in the middle of the mountain wall, how troublesome and dangerous it must be to go up and down! And even there are cooking utensils, so it can be seen that I am not just staying for a day or two like myself.

The people who once lived in this cave must be very powerful people! Mu Wanfeng couldn't help but admire the owner of this cave.

If only you could meet the owner of this cave, you can ask him about the secret of climbing such a steep mountain.

Forget it, I looked at the sky outside, although it was not yet evening, but there was nothing to do anyway, and I couldn't hurry, so I better sleep and recuperate my body and mind.

Don't think about it anymore, go to bed early and get up early, get up early tomorrow morning, and try to climb this mountain!

132. Pick up a burlap bag

Mu Wanfeng squatted in front of the pile of dry grass, stretched out her two hands to tidy them up, and wanted to spread the pile of hay and make it neat, so that she could sleep.

Her fingers kept arranging the grass, arranging them neatly. Just as she reached for a handful of hay in the corner, she touched something a little hard.

She knew it couldn't be hay, it was soft, and the thing her fingers touched was a little rough.

Mu Wanfeng took out the hard, slightly rough thing, raised it in front of her eyes and looked at it, it should be a small pocket.

She took the bag and walked to the mouth of the cave to see by the light, it was strange that it was hard and rough to the touch, it turned out that the whole bag was made of coarse linen, and the color was the true color of hemp rope, but the size was about the same as a brocade bag. The mouth of the bag is sealed with a piece of hemp rope.

Such a small, ugly bag must not be of much use. I can't hold much of it, and if I wear it on my body, it's not delicate and beautiful enough.

Mu Wanfeng rubbed this small burlap bag, feeling that if she threw it away, it would be a pity and waste. During this period of life in ancient times, because she was penniless when she first arrived, and she also suffered bankruptcy in modern times, she knew that money was not easy to come by, and she knew how to cherish what she had around her, so even if she picked up such an ugly and useless little bag, she was reluctant to throw it away.

She thought about it, what does it matter if this bag is beautiful or ugly, anyway, no matter how beautiful and ugly it is, it's just a bag. It can't be a house, and it's impossible to turn back into hemp rope, as long as it's essentially the same.

And the silver ticket that this bag holds for himself is just right.

So Mu Wanfeng smiled and took out the silver ticket hidden on her body and put it into this small burlap bag.

I continued to arrange the hay, and when the "grass bed" was finally laid, it began to rain heavily outside the cave. Mu Wanfeng picked up a handful of hay and then lay down on the "grass bed".