Chapter 1245: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (Five Hundred and Eight)

Feng Ling nodded, feeling that what he said made sense, and asked at the same time: "Then what should I do now? There are still a few hours before lunch, and I don't need to boil water for cooking now. You can teach me how to use it." These tools, can I help you?"

Li Nanheng stopped what he was doing, glanced at her, and saw Feng Ling sitting on the suggested small stool made of a few leftover pieces of wood in the room, dragging his chin with one hand and looking at him.

He sighed: "There's nothing I need your help with. If you really have nothing to do, why don't you give me a dance?"

Feng Ling: "..."

The man raised his eyebrows: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Feng Ling put down the hand that was under his chin, and said with a tiger face, "I won't."

He smiled: "Oh yes, you really can't."

Feng Ling: "..."

"Then you can do a set of punches, or the basic movements of the melee combat in the base. It looks very coherent. Let me see if you play a set?"

"Do not hit."

"You know this, why don't you fight?"

"It's all you taught me. In front of you, it's called playing tricks. If you do something wrong, you will still scold me, so I won't do it."

Li Nanheng was immediately happy: "I scolded you when you first arrived at the base. At that time, you were indeed inferior to others in physical strength, and some basic movements were not up to standard. How many times have I taught you that you still hold grudges?"

"I'm telling the truth, you used to scold me a lot before." Feng Ling gave him a blank look as he spoke.

Li Nanheng smiled lightly, and liked how she was less and less hiding her emotions: "Then what should I do? This grudge can't be remembered forever, how about I stay below the last few nights? Let you suppress my arrogance? "

"..."

Feng Ling ignored him. She doesn't know how to build a house or a bed, but it's okay to make some small stools like this. She walked over to him and picked up a few broken pieces of wooden boards that had been cut. If you find a few neat ones, it's like picking up a treasure. Take it aside and put it together to get some small stools or other simple gadgets.

Seeing that she obviously started to like making small things in the past few days, and seeing her digging carefully with a few wooden boards, Li Nanheng smiled faintly and continued with the unfinished business at hand.

To build a bed, the amount of work is definitely not as huge as building a house. The house must pay attention to various details such as waterproof and rainproof, and there are layers of boards to cover the wood joints and other auxiliary things inside and outside.

The bed is relatively faster, as long as it is firm and strong.

After Li Nanheng built the bed, he placed it in a suitable place against the wall in the room, and then noticed that the room probably lacked a set of tables and chairs for eating. , Feng Ling also wants to make some small things recently. You can slowly teach her how to do it with her, so that she can also find some interest.

The two of them have lived in the city for many years, but in such a quiet life in the jungle where they don’t even need to turn on their mobile phones, they are not bored at all. They even feel more and more that this kind of life is so peaceful that people can let go of everything outside There is entanglement between grievances and grievances, so it is said that there is nothing in the world, and people are disturbing themselves. The result of Feng Ling's peace of mind is that she doesn't mind much about the Feng family and Feng Mingzhu's affairs.

After all, she hadn't had any contact with the Feng family in the previous twenty years, as if there was nothing between her and that family other than a blood relationship.

Although Feng Mingzhu does things extreme and selfish and narrow-minded, the elders of the Feng family are not unconscionable people. In this way, comparing each other and canceling each other out, Feng Ling does not complain too much, dissatisfaction or hatred, and even more so. There is no feeling of moving or thinking.

If one day leaves the jungle and returns outside, Feng Ling will decide according to the situation. If the Feng family insists, she will go to the Feng family to take a look, remove her mourning hall with her own hands, tell them that she is still alive, and thank them for their birth Zhien recognizes her ancestor and returns to her clan, but it's just a recognition, she will not stay in the Feng family, she is still the same Feng Ling as before,

It doesn't make any difference to her whether there is a Feng family or not.

And if the Feng family chooses to keep quiet and not disturb her, she will also keep silent and not tell the truth, just keep the status quo, which is the best.

Feng Ling knew that no matter how peaceful and happy the life in this jungle was, sooner or later, she would still have to go back. Both of them had their own things to fight on their shoulders. They can exist in the stories in the book, but in reality, they all have responsibilities to bear.

Feng Ling is a quick learner. Although Li Nanheng has never learned any carpentry work, men are all action-oriented, especially with a natural sensitivity to these things, so I helped her build it bit by bit. A house, after she learned how to make those wooden boards, she spent a week with him to build tables and chairs, and other small objects.

The wooden house that belonged to them was complete, and there was almost no shortage of furniture, so they could officially live in it. Feng Ling opened the wooden cabinet in the house, took out a piece of clean clothes that belonged to Li Nanheng, and went out. Before reaching the edge of Qingxi, I heard the sound of splashing water.

She poked her head and looked over there, and saw Li Nanheng holding a piece of grass in her mouth, a tall and straight man standing there with his upper body bare, lifting the water flowing in the clear stream on himself with one hand, and with the other hand on his hips , with grass in his mouth, as if he was the king of the forest.

There seemed to be something arching around the man's feet. When Feng Ling walked over, he saw that it was a small wild boar, but the two trotters in front of it were tied to the stone by a rope. Lie there and struggle vigorously.

Looking at the man who was calmly standing next to him taking a bath, he didn't need to think about it to know that the little wild boar had bumped into the leather boots of this slanderous man stupidly, otherwise how could he be tied up here so miserably.

She walked over with a smile, knelt down, put the clothes in her hand on the clean stone beside her, and then picked the little wild boar's trotters with her hands, and the little thing struggled more happily.

"There are a lot of birds and beasts that can be found in this jungle every day. We can be regarded as meat and vegetables here with good nutritional content. What are you doing here? It's too small, and you have to wait until you want to eat it." Grow up, or I won't be able to do it." She said suddenly.

Both of them came from the base, and their ears have always been sharp. What's more, they have lived here together for so long. Before Feng Ling approached, Li Nanheng heard her coming. He didn't look back at this moment, just stood there towards him. Squeeze water.

Hearing her words, the man turned his head to look at her. If it were another woman, he would probably have to hug her and say something about not being willing to eat, not willing to kill, but when it came into her mouth, it turned out that if you want to eat, you have to wait until you grow up.

"Then raise them and eat them."

"Raise? Who raises?"

"You."

"????" Feng Ling pointed to himself, and then to the little wild boar on the ground: "Li Nanheng, it's enough to raise one of you, and you still want me to raise a pig?"