Zhang Zi'an understood it. It turned out that Fatu did not refer to the hiker's donkey, but rather likened him to a mule, or according to the commonly used Chinese saying, it was the diligent and diligent old ox.

Westerners... No, do Western wolves like to praise people like this? Or is this the ancient way of praising people?

Also, what the hell is sainting?

He could only think of the saints of myths, fairy tales, and fantasy novels, but that was obviously nonsense.

"Meow Meow Meow! I tell you that this stinky man has become a member of the 60 million remaining men in China. It's so gratifying!"

The Snow Lion slowly tore off a piece of beaver meat, and did not forget to bury him.

Fatui was shocked when he heard this, "There are so many saints in China?"

"Meow Meow Meow! More than just! There will be more!" Snow Lion smacked his lips, glanced at him, and said, "I think you might as well benefit your male compatriots. Become a girl and make your brothers happy. How about it? A leftover man becomes a girl, and the number of leftover men is reduced by two, which can be calculated no matter how you calculate it!"

Zhang Zi'an was silly plastering the rice. These two elves were talking to each other, and they couldn't explain clearly, so I just let it go.

After the meal, the elf lay down or strolled to digest food. He boiled another pot of water and made tea. After the water was full, he was about to continue on the road again.

He first packed up everything else and packed everything up, and finally checked the tail tendons that were air-dried in the cool place.

The tail tendons after drying are obviously shrinking than before, appearing translucent white, with a thickness of less than 1 mm.

In order to cope with different situations, he chose two tail tendons to leave behind, one with a length of about 15 cm, and the other with a length of about 30 cm. The latter was too difficult to pull out completely, and there was only one.

He wrapped these tail tendons in dry tissues and put them in first aid kits in case of emergency. Of course, it is best not to use them.

After packing up, he and the elves continued to set out and wandered up the river in the opposite direction.

The wolves seemed to have tasted the sweetness and were actively looking for traces of beavers along the way. They dig out on the river beach for no reason and soon found a nest of live beavers.

Zhang Zian had a headache because he was the one who did the dirty work such as peeling and sucking out internal organs. It would be better to cook rice directly to save trouble. However, considering that this can indeed save cans, they were the one who took it.

Logically speaking, wild animals cannot be harmed casually in the forest park, but wolves always have to eat, which is helpless. Anyway, it is not the beavers he killed.

He found a relatively narrow river along the river, and he called on the elves to stop and intend to cross the river from here.

"Squeak?"

π took the wooden stick he had peeled it and stood by the river, trying to poke the wooden stick into the river, the stick was not in the water, revealing only a small piece of it holding, but it did not reach the bottom of the river.

It gestured with concern, meaning that although the river channel here is narrow, it is very deep and should not be used to wading across the river.

Zhang Zi'an nodded, took off his backpack, pointed to a tree and said, "I know, but we are not crossing the river. Now we can try to build a bridge."

"Ga? Just you? Build a bridge?" Richard covered his chest with his wings. "I am almost laughing at you to make my heart bridge!"

The other elves didn't understand how he planned to build a bridge at first. When they walked to the tree and looked carefully, they found that the tree as thick as a bucket was about 20 cm away from the tree roots, most of which was chewed off by some animal. Only a small part of the tree roots and trunks remained, shaking.

Everyone's eyes fell on the pointed and long front teeth of the beaver, and they knew who the culprit was.

Once animals like honeyves are flooded, they will cause too much harm to the forest. In a sense, they are also slaughtering meaninglessly because they are not chewing trees to eat trees, but to grind their teeth.

This is a cypress tree that grows by the river. Due to the erosion of the riverbed by the river water, part of its root system has been exposed in the river and floats with the erosion of the river water.

Zhang Zi'an visually estimated that if the cypress tree was pushed down in the right direction, the canopy should be placed on the other side, forming a bridge. Even if he did not push the tree down, it would not last long.

Even in midsummer, the deep water of the mahogany forest is still cold and the river water is cold. He doesn't want to wade in the water, and his clothes are soaked and have no place to dry.

It is not easy to push down a tree as thick as a bucket. If it is a tree intact, you have to use a chainsaw, but fortunately the beaver has done most of the work for him.

He asked the elves and wolves to avoid being injured by the fallen tree.

Rolling up his sleeves, touching the trunk with his hands, a rough touch came from his palms. He took a deep breath and tried it with 80% of his strength. The small section connecting the roots and the trunk made a slight crunching sound. The yellow leaves fell like rain due to the obstruction of nutrient transmission.

It seems to be a playful one.

He adjusted his angle, stepped on the river bank with his legs in horse stance, stood firmly with his feet, took a few deep breaths, and then took a deep breath, using all his strength to his palms.

"Hi!"

His face turned red, his breathing sounded, and his shoes were deeply trapped in the soil due to the stress.

Gaba...

Gaba Gaba...

The remaining small section at the connection between the roots and the trunks made an ominous breaking sound, and the sound gradually increased.

He pushed first, then hugged the tree trunk and pulled it backwards, making the remaining small section more and more fragile as the repeated force of push and pull.

The trunk on the top of his head was shaking harder and might fall down at any time, and he had to let it fall to the right position, at least not to hit himself.

It was like a swing. He pulled the tree trunk into his arms for the last time, then pushed forward with the greatest strength, and quickly dodged and dodged.

It depends on whether you succeed or not!

Ga...

quack……

Hahahahahahaha…

However, what is annoying is that the trunk of the cypress tree fell about 45 to 60 degrees, and then stopped, and the fallen leaves filled the river.

It was only a little short of effort, and Zhang Zi'an stared at me. If his eyes could make it fall down, it had fallen countless times.

It seems that there is still one less push and pull process.

This situation is more troublesome. He was thinking about how to clean up the mess and save face. He saw a gray shadow flashing, and Fatu jumped up to the trunk and walked along the trunk to the canopy.

Then, one after another of the gray wolf followed it to the canopy.

With their heavy pressure, the cypress tree finally couldn't bear it. The connection between the roots and the trunk broke, and the canopy hit the other side of the river heavily.

The wolves had already jumped off the tree canopy in advance and landed on the other side.

A tree bridge was built.

Vladimir exclaimed: "A bridge flies north and south, and the natural barrier becomes a thoroughfare!"
Chapter completed!