With the lesson of being covered by the fishtail last time, Su Qingluan was fully prepared this time: the net pocket for the fish, the fish basket for the fish, and the axe for chopping wood are all available.

If you hold another bamboo pole, it will taste even better, Su Qingluan complained in her heart.

However, she has a good idea of her fishing skills - not to mention the simple bamboo poles and cotton threads made into fishing gear in this era, even the modern high-tech equipment, she has never caught a fish!

So from the very beginning, Su Qingluan gave up "fishing", an activity that combines leisure and food.

Isn't it much more convenient and efficient to directly open and close the river to fish?

Su Qingluan thought expressionlessly—of course, she definitely didn't think so because of her poor fishing skills! By no means!

When he came to the river, since it was already clearly shaped, Su Qingluan immediately knew where there were branches of the right length and thickness that could be used as a "fence" to keep the fish out, and where this "fence" needed to be built.

She chopped back dozens of branches in one fell swoop, like a squirrel carrying pine nuts, and piled them up one by one to the location where she wanted to build a "fence".

When she made her third round trip, she found that there was a person sitting next to her "trophy".

To be precise, the person was in a wheelchair.

As far as she knew, the only person she knew at this time was in a wheelchair......

"Mu Xingzhi?" Su Qingluan subconsciously shouted.

When the young man heard this, he turned his gaze to the direction where she was, and Su Qingluan realized that calling her name seemed a little impolite in this era.

"Mu ...... The gentleman ...... quickly changed her words.

Mu Xingzhi didn't seem to take the issue of title to heart: "If you are not used to it, it doesn't hurt for Su Niangzi to call her name directly." ”

"Etiquette cannot be abolished......" In fact, she doesn't care much about the so-called "etiquette" in this era.

But if she casually calls others by name and forms a habit, although the person in front of her doesn't care, what if she meets a "careful" person one day?

She didn't think it was a good deal to get into trouble for such a small title.

Therefore, the safest way is to follow the general trend, which is the safest and safest.

Seeing that Su Qingluan insisted on this, Mu Xingzhi didn't say anything anymore, and turned to look at the branch in Su Qingluan's hand: "Su Niangzi, this is ...... Want to catch fish? ”

Su Qingluan nodded: "Mr. Mu knows?" ”

Mu Xingzhi smiled slightly: "I saw it by the river last time." ”

Su Qingluan: ...... Last time...... Riverside......

Oh no, dead memories are backstabbing her again! Ah, I want to dig that memory out of my head!

I don't know if I can see that the embarrassing storm in Su Qingluan's mind has swept the entire thinking space, Mu Xingzhi asked: "If these branches want to be made into the shape they were like before, it will take a little time, and Su Niangzi will have to help?" ”

Regardless of whether Mu Xingzhi diverted the topic in order to avoid her embarrassment, Su Qingluan felt extremely happy in her heart!

Hearing this, the gratitude in her eyes almost turned into substance: "That's so much thanks!" ”

As he spoke, he put the bunch of branches he was holding in his arms at Mu Xingzhi's feet: "I need to tie the branches with ropes." As he spoke, he took out the fine hemp rope he had brought from home this time, "I probably have to leave such a big gap,"

As he spoke, he gestured with two fingers.

Then he looked up at Mu Xingzhi: "Is it okay?" ”

As a result, as soon as she looked up, she saw a surprised expression on the other party's ordinary and gentle face.

Su Qingluan shuddered in her heart: Could it be that people just wanted to be polite to her, but she took it seriously?

That's embarrassing, isn't it......

Although he thought so, Su Qingluan was not embarrassed now - after all, he was embarrassed and embarrassed, and he was used to it when he faced the same person who died too many times.

The last threshold of embarrassment was broken, and Su Qingluan became relaxed instead.

So she didn't care much about the image of sitting on the ground - anyway, men's clothing is much more convenient than women's clothing - holding a hemp rope in her hand and began to tie branches, lowered her head and said casually: "No, it doesn't matter, I can do it myself." ”

"Is that okay?"

Su Qingluan looked up when he heard the sound and saw that Mu Xingzhi had already tied two branches side by side in his hand.

The knots were evenly sized, and the spacing between the branches echoed her wishes.

Su Qingluan nodded, and then looked at him: "Your surprised look just now, I thought you didn't want to help, just be polite, sorry." "It's her villain's heart.

Mu Xingzhi smiled and shook his head: "It's just that Su Niangzi is the first person to help so naturally." ”

"Didn't you say, 'Call each other me'?"

Mu Xing was stunned for a moment, then remembered the last agreement on the salutation, and nodded: "It's my negligence." ”

Su Qingluan actually understood why Mu Xingzhi said that she was the first person to "naturally call him for help" - her gaze skimmed over his legs.

She thought that if she had met someone like Mu Xingzhi before she was sick in her previous life, she probably wouldn't have easily asked Mu Xingzhi to help her do anything—even the simplest things that even a child could do.

However, after getting sick, she realized that the more sick and weak she was, the less she wanted to be "treated specially" - as if someone kept reminding her that you were different from others because you were sick.

So she smiled and said, "I heard that doing more handicrafts like this can make you flexible with your fingers." The so-called 'ten fingers are connected to the heart', and people with flexible fingers have heard that their minds are more flexible. ”

"So Mrs. Su wants me to be smart?"

Su Qingluan shrugged: "I don't know if my brain is flexible or not, but when my fingers move, my fingers shouldn't be as cold as before." ”

Mu Xingzhi was stunned again when he heard this.

Su Qingluan also stopped: Did she say something wrong?

Probably because the doubts in her expression were too obvious, Mu Xingzhi seemed to hear her heart, and sighed with a chuckle: "Su Niangzi has a free and unruly personality, not like the daughter of a mountain farmer." ”

Su Qingluan sighed in his heart.

Although Mu Xingzhi's words should be unintentional, she is a lonely soul in another world after all, not an original product, and she is still a little weak when she is said to be "not like a peasant girl".

But she wondered, how did a casual sentence become a "non-formal subsection"?

However, in order to ensure that there was no leakage of too many horses' feet, Su Qingluan did not ask this question.

It was only later that she learned that women in this era, as long as they are not too low-limit, will not so naturally mention the problem of a foreign man's "body temperature".

After Su Qingluan found out, she said: This is really embarrassing for her, a modern person!

But at this juncture, she didn't ask the doubts in her heart, and only picked up another topic left and right: "Mr. Mu is here alone?" What about the uncle who was with you before? ”