"Why are we doing this?" one student muttered speechlessly.

A row of twenty-three students squatted on both sides of the stream, put their hands into the stream, and after a while, they quickly pulled out their hands and plucked a small fish from their fingers.

"The ghost said that you can get extra points for the final exam......," said another student.

"You don't have the spirit of an ancient warrior at all. Tonglan sat on a stone not far from everyone and said disdainfully.

"It's better than those who do their homework!" said another student, laughing.

Thinking of the 25 people who worked hard to write at home, everyone's hearts immediately became much more balanced.

"What if you put Ding Ding in?" Du Lao Liu said quietly to his side.

The teenager next to him almost didn't squirt.

"I want to know, too, why don't you try it?" said the young man, with a look of embarrassment.

"Forget it, just talk about it. Du Lao Liu laughed dryly.

"This kind of fish can bite as long as the meat strips are the thickness of your fingers, right? Why don't you get some meat strips?" a young girl asked, "Du Lao Liu, what about the little cutie you caught?"

She felt a little sorry for her fingers.

"It was confiscated by the ghost, and said that there would be more dinner in the evening, but it was not our ......share," Du Lao Liu expressed helplessness.

"Tonglan, does your nose still hurt?" Du Lao Liu didn't open which pot to mention.

In the next second, he was kicked into the stream by Tonglan.

Although it doesn't look deep, as soon as people go in, they can reach their waists, and Du Lao Liu jumped out of the old height as soon as he stood up after a long time in the water, and the miserable howl came from afar.

It doesn't matter if he has three finger fish on his fingers, what matters is that he reaches under his crotch and grabs one out.

Du Laoliu's face turned green.

Ancient men usually wore robes or shorts, and due to the heat, they were usually naked......

......

Ren Baqian was in the village at this time, the village was not big, there were only dozens of wooden houses, all of which were about one meter high from the ground, mainly to prevent reptiles.

There were more than 200 people in the stockade, and at this time the Qingqiang part was divided into two groups and went out to hunt, leaving behind the old people and children, as well as a few guards to prevent wild beasts, and only then did they take over the eight thousand.

At this time, the clan elder in the village had already left, and Ren Baqian was in a wooden house, which had just been vacated for him.

The other guards had gone outside to cut down trees and come back to build the hut.

The iron tools in the stockade are very precious, and they are not very willing to use them to cut down trees to build houses, and those guards do not have so many scruples to worry about.

Ren Baqian first sat on the ground and turned on the radio, and as soon as he turned it on, he heard the sound of someone talking, it was Li Qianqiu and a somewhat weak voice talking about military affairs, and as soon as Ren Baqian turned on the radio, he heard them talking about the movements of the Great Xia Army.

That weak voice should be Hongwu, he coughed twice from time to time when he said two sentences, and his voice was far from his original spirit, and it seemed that the injury was indeed very serious.

Ren Baqian listened to it, did not interject, and when he had enough rest, he turned off the radio station and turned to pack some other things that he had brought up the mountain.

For example, some glass bottles were made by glass factories to hold brown water from the black pool and another mountain crevice.

When the time comes, you can send it back to Earth to let people test whether it is as you think.

While he was cleaning up, Lin Qiaole was holding the animal with a pair of big watery eyes like a fawn tightly while sleeping and drooling.

Seeing that little thing is about to be strangled by her.

In the evening, more than 30 young men came back from outside carrying their prey, and from afar they saw more than 20 young men and girls squatting by the stream, and a very delicate girl in white sitting on a stone next to her dangling her feet.

"Who are you?" asked one of the men, who looked to be in his forties.

"We are from Zizhu Academy, and we came with the teacher. Our teacher is the husband chosen by His Majesty!" Shi Dang stood up and hugged his fists.

"Ahh She often goes to Lancheng with her brother, and she has heard a lot about Lancheng, and she also guesses that the husband chosen by the empress is the man she saw who looked like a liar, after all, the alien who is an official in Dayao seems to be the only one, but it's just a guess.

But the other party hasn't come for so long, she thought that the other party had forgotten about it a long time ago, and she would only remember it every time she entered Lancheng and heard someone mention it.

"The last time we saw him, it should be him. Nagura said as she turned to her brother.

"I don't know if it's yet. Nagu's brother said in a deep voice.

Soon, everyone saw Ren Baqian, who was strolling around the yard, and saw from afar a group of mountain people carrying prey coming in, and one of the prey was particularly conspicuous, like a small mountain, and needed to be carried by two people.

The people here are called Black-faced Princes, and they are actually wild boars.

"Sure enough, it's you!" A girl with pigtails jumped out of the team, carrying two small beasts of the kind that Du Lao Liu caught.

"Miss Nagu!" Ren Baqian greeted with a smile.

"I thought you forgot. Nagu muttered, "Are you going to hire me?" last time I said yes, half a pound of salt a day. ”

"I can't forget. Ren Baqian smiled.

The two talked a few words, and then Ren Baqian watched everyone in the stockade pack up their prey.

After dark, another group of young men also returned from the mountain, and the prey was much worse than the previous team.

These mountain people are completely dependent on the weather, and if they are lucky, they can solve the food for several days when they go out, and if they are unlucky, they will not bring much back after going out for several days.

In the evening, a grand bonfire was held in the village.

The mountain people were simple, and when they came, they took out all the food that could entertain them.

Seeing this, Ren Baqian also took out the seasoning, and also made a stewed river fish, which was extremely delicious, but unfortunately few people liked it except him.

Sitting on the wooden pier, holding the fish soup and sucking without a mouthful, the drum sounded in the field, and the clan elders were playing a musical instrument made of animal bones, which sounded a little like Xun, and the sound was simple, deep and remote.

And around the bonfire, the mountain people are dancing a very primitive and wild dance.

The girls in the stockade wore short animal skin skirts and blouses, revealing their long legs and navels, showing off their toned and slender bodies. If it weren't for the big men around him who were wearing big animal skin pants and showing full leg hair, Ren Baqian felt that it would be better.

But everyone else was affected by the cheerful atmosphere in the village, and many of the students went down to dance along, not to mention, a few of them did a good job.

For example, Du Lao Liu, and two female students.

"Why don't you go down?" asked Ren Baqiantou without turning around.

Not far from it is a small short-legged copper orchid.

"Childish!" Tonglan said with a disdainful expression, but her eyes were shining.

"It's not naïve. And if you don't do it now, you may not have a chance in the future!" Ren Baqian said casually.

As a Tonglan, there are really not many opportunities to dance this kind of mountain folk dance. It's like a little adult at such a young age now, and I'm afraid I won't do such a thing in the future.

"Hmph!" Tonglan snorted twice in her nose and ignored him.

Ren Baqian was a little regretful, and originally wanted to take the opportunity to take a photo, but unfortunately the little girl was unmoved.

The iron rope didn't know when it came out of Ren Baqian's head, dangling to the music, and finally tied a knot for himself.

The thing on Ren Baqian's head immediately attracted Tonglan's attention.

"Hey, what's on your head?" said Tonglan curiously.

"Uncle (two tones, long tones)". Ren Baqian didn't need to think about it to know that it was that guy who came out again.

After a while, the eyes of the people around were on Ren Baqian's head, and they saw that the iron rope was knotted above Ren Baqian's head, and then he tied a knot for himself, seven in a row, and Ren Baqian's head was like seven gourds, and Ren Baqian's head moved in the wind.