Vol 5 Chapter 133: Pick firewood

Zheng Qing didn't care about Xiao Xiao's sadness and sadness.
　　
　　 Compared with listening to other people's chatter, Zheng Qing pays more attention to the small fire in front of him. Seeing the orange-red flames emerging from the fire in front of him, the young public sighed with a sigh, waved contentedly, and replied:
　　
　　 "As the saying goes,'the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossom comes from the bitter cold'. If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."
　　
　　 Zheng Qing, who has just started a fire, is confident at the moment, pointing the country and slamming Fang Qiu:
　　
　　 "The ancients knew that when the heavens descended to the people, they must first suffer from their will, toil their muscles and bones, to starve their bodies, to empty their bodies, and to mess up their actions. What's more, my generation?!"
　　
　　Dr. Xiao, with a false eye, looked at Zheng Qing who was refreshed.
　　
　　 "Did you take the wrong medicine?" He was very suspicious of Zheng Qing's current state.
　　
　　 This questioning made the public-funded student very hurt.
　　
　　 "There is not much firewood, go pick firewood... Don't gossip here all the time." Zheng Qing glanced at the doctor angrily: "It's all here, can you work more actively!"
　　
　　 He said this to Xiao Xiao and also to himself.
　　
　　In the original plan, Zheng Qing intended to escape today's spring outing.
　　
There are a lot of things he needs to worry about recently-the faceless monster has not been caught yet; next semester's schoolwork has become more and more onerous; the conflicts between the schools and the clubs have become more and more prominent, as the Knights of Eugene and the Hunter of Eugene Zheng Qing, the leader of the team, had to spend more time on balancing the work of the club; in addition, the work of Professor Montelia’s laboratory was a headache, and the follow-up debugging of the magic circle of Colmar sister Interrupt him from time to time.
　　
The most tiring thing is the weird attitude of the Gypsy Witch during this period of time. Sometimes it is good and bad. Sometimes the two of them sat together for a meal, chatting and doing homework the day before, and she became cold when they met again the next day. , Feeling of staying away from strangers.
　　
　　 Zheng Qing was worried, but he couldn't do much.
　　
　　 He mentioned this to Elena on a certain date, but the Gypsy Witch said lightly that these are normal conditions during traditional magic practice, and there is no need to pay too much attention. In desperation, Zheng Qing could only pay more attention to the witch, just in case.
　　
Originally, Zheng Qing planned to escape this outing. He has even given a report to Professor Montelia, and the professor also agreed to issue him a letter of'Because of his busy schedule, Zheng Qing was called to assist in the laboratory work, so much.' Sliver. Of course, the work in the laboratory during the Doomsday is to sort out information, and there is absolutely no work related to magic.
　　
　　 But after hearing that Jelena would participate in this outing, he finally did not become a deserter, and chose to walk out of the library with everyone, and into the wild under the spring sun.
　　
　　 As usual, witches are responsible for collecting wild vegetables, wild fruits, mushrooms, water and other food, while wizards are responsible for lighting fires, burying stoves, building pergola, and hunting.
　　
　　Of course, the objects of these young wizards hunting today are not the dangerous magical creatures in normal days, but some wild animals such as rabbits, gophers, and wild birds. The tools they used for hunting were no longer Dharma books, rune guns, and replaced with ropes, wooden sticks and spades.
　　
　　 The rope is used to lower the sheath, and the shovel is used to dig traps.
　　
　　 This novel hunting method has unexpectedly been sought after by many wizards. Most boys, including Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin, choose to hunt. So Downton finally arranged for Zheng Qing, Xiao Xiao and others, who were relatively thin and less interested, to bury the stove and start the fire.
　　
　　 Zheng Qing can do nothing about this.
　　
　　He came to this outing mainly to spend more time with Elena. As long as the two are not separated too far, Zheng Qing can take all the work of burying the stove and making fire.
　　
　　 "Are you sure you want me to pick up the firewood?" Xiao Xiao held the notebook, glanced at Zheng Qing, and coughed slightly: "I just saw Irina go back to the soul Yang Shulin to pick up mushrooms..."
　　
"Come, come, the fire is already burning, you come to see the fire." Zheng Qing heard this, and jumped up without a word. He raised his hand and stuffed the stick holding the fire stick into Xiao Xiao's hand, and at the same time ate himself before. What I said: "I'm going to collect firewood, you stay here and don't walk around... You have little experience, and the firewood you picked does not burn."
　　
　　 Xiao Xiao sneered twice, without excuse.
　　
　　 There was no embarrassment on Zheng Qing's face. Instead, he naturally rubbed the black ash on the corner of Xiao Xiao's robe, completely ignoring the blue veins that appeared on Xiao Xiao's forehead.
　　
　　, chasing after the disappeared witch, Zheng Qing slipped into the forest of returning soul Yang.
　　
　　 But to his disappointment, Jelena’s red robe had disappeared deep in the woods with bushes and bushes. As far as I can see, I can only see the soul-returning poplars of different heights and thicknesses, as well as the rustling wind in my ears.
　　
　　 The young wizard sighed deeply and turned his attention to his task.
　　
　　 Picking up firewood, as the name suggests, is to pick up branches and wood on the ground that can burn fire.
　　
Soon, Zheng Qing discovered that this was not a simple matter—the twigs and tree stumps in the forest that fell on the ground were probably taken away by the nest-building animals. There was a layer of dead leaves on the ground, but Everyone knows that this kind of leaves is not burned, and there is a thick layer of humus under the shallow dead leaves. Not to mention that it is wet and not easy to burn. The poisonous insects hidden in the humus layer alone make young wizards stay away~www .EbookFREE.me~ Zheng Qing’s only choice is to pull some dry branches from those trees in the forest.
　　
　　 This is a very troublesome job.
　　
　　 The thin branches are not burned, and he can't pull the thick ones; the tall ones can't reach, and I want to pull two from the low tree, but find that the bark is still green. There is no doubt that this kind of green-skin tree branch thrown into the fire will only burn a piece of blue smoke, and it is impossible to say that Zheng Qing will be violently beaten by the choking witches and wizards.
　　
　　 Thinking of this, the public servant shuddered and shook his head, expelling the terrible images from his mind.
　　
　　 There is a thin, thin tree in front of him, which looks just right for fire. The only problem is that its bark is still slightly green, and the root grip is a bit strong. It is not easy to pull it out and take it away.
　　
　　 Then he looked around.
　　
　　 There is no one in the woods.
　　
　　 The wizard's hand silently touched the gray cloth bag on his waist, and pulled out his law book, intending to cast some dry and cut magic on the small tree in front of him.
　　
　　 Although it is the Forbidden Devil's Day, as long as no one sees it, it shouldn't matter, Zheng Qing secretly thought.
　　
　　 "Oh, this can't work!"
　　
　　 An abrupt unfamiliar voice sounded on top of Zheng Qing's head, bluffing him, and subconsciously stuffing the books he pulled out, replacing it with a Colt silver python in his hand.