Shang Qingyun and his group dragged their tired bodies back to the camp. As soon as they entered the camp, they felt that their noses smelled a tempting sweet fragrance.

After sucking her nose twice, Old Mrs. Fan Xiaoxia opened her mouth and asked, "You got the honey?"

"No way?" A student looked at the three people in Canghai sitting next to the bonfire in surprise.

Ping'an said proudly: "Is it difficult? We not only got it, but also made a full box. When tomorrow, my second brother will take us to continue to make a box, saying that he was back in the village, and every household can get one or two bottles. It is good for the health if he drinks it with boiling water..."

Listening to Ping An talking about honey, Shang Qingyun signaled his students to feed the animals, and he sat next to the campfire.

He gently patted Ping'an: "Little Ping'an, pour me a cup of honey water. Look at what you said, the sky is so scattered, let me, the old man, taste the taste of wild honey water!"

Ping An nodded and went to get honey water with a smile.

Cang Hai looked at Ping'an and smiled and said, "Pingan, make more and give them all a try!"

Shang Qingyun looked at Canghai and asked, "Are you ready to get it all?"

Cang Hai shook his head: "I'd rather not. If you get it all down, the beezi will have to move. I'm going to make another box tomorrow. I guess it's almost half of it left. If the beehive is still there, the beezi will not move. I'm waiting to raise another batch of honey and get some when I want to eat it."

Hearing Cang Hai say this, Shang Qingyun nodded with satisfaction: "This is the reason!"

Wen Yidao asked at this time: "Mr. Shang, when will we go back to the village?"

"It's time to go in two days," said Shang Qingyun: "You have to place all the cameras brought by this batch before you can go back."

"You are a little unkind. I'll come if I say I'll come. Who knows you're still rude me? Don't you know my wife is still pregnant?" Wen Yidao looked at Old Master Shang Qingyun and said.

Shang Qingyun was a little embarrassed and explained to Wen Yidao: "Isn't there any way to do this? I promise you now, how about going back the day after tomorrow?"

Ping An took a piece of honey and carefully cut it into several small pieces with a knife. Everyone placed a small piece in the small tea jar next to the fire, then picked up the pot from next to the fire, and filled all the water in the cups.

He took Shang Qingyun's embryo and sent it to the old man's hand. Ping An honestly sat next to the campfire, looking at Old Man Shang drinking honey water, waiting for the old man to sigh.

Wen Yidao looked at Old Master Shang Qingyun and sighed. Now that everyone has come here, it’s useless to say anything else. Wen Yidao cannot go back alone. Even if he wants to go back alone, he doesn’t have the ability. He can only sigh and complain in his heart that the old man has something to do.

A student from the fashionable Qingyun came over and asked Wen Yidao: "Why did you knock down these beehives? We watched it for a while but couldn't figure out a solution."

When Shang Qingyun heard this, he immediately blew his beard and said with a glaring look: "It turns out that you were thinking about making honey yesterday. I said why the task was delayed until very late to complete it. Don't do it like this in the future. Our main task is work, not to come here to travel and have fun!"

When the student heard this, he immediately looked like he was holding his hands and listening to the teachings: "I understand, teacher!"

"Okay, I won't talk about you anymore. Work quickly. The Chinese New Year is coming soon. If it were earlier, you could still rush back to celebrate the New Year with your family!" Shang Qingyun had no good idea to deal with his own students.

Wen Yidao lowered his head and continued to carve the boomerang in his hand. The boomerang he made during the day today was a bit unequivocal and too rough, causing many mistakes in Canghai.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools!

So when he came back, Cang Hai discussed the issue of Boomerang with Wen. The two of them waited for the meal to finish the meal, so they began to polish the new Boomerang, and at the same time, they were waiting for Shang Qingyun and others to come back to have a meal.

Hearing the student's question, Wen Yidao raised the boomerang in his hand: "We used this thing to get the beehive down."

"Boomerang?"

Old Master Shang Qingyun glanced at Wen Yidao’s hand and opened his mouth and said.

"Do you still know this?" Wen Yidao asked with a smile.

Shang Qingyun curled his lips and said disdainfully: "If I hadn't seen this thing, it would have been so old. We didn't know how many of this thing we played with when we were young. The best circus ticket player I've ever seen was a man from Inner Mongolia when he was a guest in the inland! He played this very well, and it seemed like he had lived in his hands. I have never seen anyone playing this thing so well..."

Shang Qingyun said as he began to miss the past.

Cang Hai listened for a while and didn't want to listen anymore. He stood up and asked at the busy students, "Have you been busy? Come and have dinner after you are busy!"

Ping An listened with relish. For Ping An, all the stories were good. He could listen to them very much, even if they were meaningless stories. When he heard Cang Hai calling for dinner, Ping An looked at Cang Hai a little.

"Wait a minute, can Mr. Shang be sure to explain it completely?"

Cang Hai looked at Ping An and had to say, "You can listen while eating. Are you still listening to the story and eating the food into your nose?"

After Ping An said oh, he stood up and prepared to serve everyone with Cang Hai. Before he stood up, he said to Shang Qingyun: "Old Mr. Shang, wait for me to come and talk!"

Mr. Shang Qingyun is now talking about life, so how could he not agree with Ping An’s proposal? Moreover, neither Cang Hai nor Wen Yidao seemed to have no interest in his story.

"Okay, everyone should have dinner first! Have you fed the animals? Come and eat first after feeding them. Don't organize those things first. It's not too late to organize them after they have finished eating." Shang Qingyun said to his students.

After hearing this, the students put down their work, surrounded by the bonfire one by one, and stretched out their heads and asked, "What to eat tonight?"

"The rice and radish stewed meat. There was a little left of the yellow mutton last time, and it was all stewed today!" Cang Hai said to the students while scooping the dishes in the pot.

At the beginning, there were two or three dishes. Since entering the valley, each meal was the same, and everyone had nothing to choose. If you could arrange ten dishes in the village, you could have nothing to complain about if you had a hot rice to fill your stomach.

What's more, the pot of Canghai is stewed with color, aroma and taste. The key is spicy. Even if there is no meat, it can make people feel warm even if they use hot soup to soak rice. The old saying goes, eating radish in winter and eating ginger in summer, and there is also the saying that radish in winter and ginseng in winter. There is such a pot of dishes in the wilderness. What else can I complain about?

A group of people held the bowls in their hands, ate around the campfire, chatting quietly while eating. As for Ping An, he came to the old man, and the old man was warmly talking, the old man told stories, and the young man was pricking his ears to listen.

Cang Hai and Wen Yidao were also chatting in a low voice, and as for the group of students, they were eating the things in the bowl, and they were not interested in talking at all.

After sleeping in the woods for a day, they are thinking about finishing their meals quickly and sleeping in the rice bag for a good night's rest.

The meal was not long, just about ten minutes. After the students finished eating, put the instruments in them, added some ingredients to the animals, and then went into the tent to sleep.

Half an hour later, the old couple Shang Qingyun also entered the tent. There was only Canghai, Wen Yidao and Ping'an, and the three of them were not sleepy yet. The three of them scraped a box of honey in one day. The intensity of this kind of labor was really not high. It was not like Shang Qingyun and others who were walking into the forest and Yuepo. They were exhausted in the whole day. The three of them were full of energy and could beat the wolf now.

The three of them studied and improved the boomerang together, and made twelve boomers again. Then Cang Hai tried the feel one by one, and adjusted immediately if he felt uncomfortable. If he couldn't adjust, he had to throw it away and do it again.

It was almost nine o'clock, and the three of them prepared the twelve boomers.

They boiled a pot of water and each soaked a glass of honey water. After drinking it, Canghai and the other three were about to go to bed when they suddenly heard a roar coming from the forest.

Ao!!

This roar was filled with a thrilling momentum. Canghai and others knew that it was the cry of a tiger. Even if they had never heard of the cry of a real tiger, they could still distinguish the cry of a tiger after seeing so much in the animal world.

Ao! Ao! Ao! Ao!

The tiger in the forest roared a few more times, one after another, as if walking towards the camp.

Cang Hai and the other two were listening in a straight voice, and suddenly Shang Qingyun's voice came from behind.

"Tiger, where is the tiger?"

Suddenly, this sentence happened, which scared Canghai and the other two.

The three of them were listening to the tiger roar at this moment. The old man suddenly said something, of course it was scary!

Cang Hai turned around and was about to say something to the old man, but when he saw that the old man had taken off his coat, he ran out with only thermal underwear, and immediately shifted the topic from the old man's scare to the old man's health.

"I said, "Old man, hurry back to the tent. If you catch a cold like this, that's amazing!" Cang Hai said.

Shang Qingyun also came back to his senses with the joy of the tigers roaring. Seeing that he was wearing some clothes, he came out and immediately went back.

I returned to the tent and put on my clothes in a few seconds, and couldn't wait to get out again.

Wen Yidao saw that the old man had buttoned the clothes wrongly. There were a total of five buttons on the whole coat and three of them were buttoned by the old man. The whole coat was like a strange robe wrapped around the old man.

"Clothes, the clothes are being buttoned wrongly," Wen Yidao said.

"Tiger, why doesn't the tiger crow?" Shang Qingyun didn't even worry about how his clothes were wearing, so he asked about the tiger's condition directly.

Canghai said: "Who knows this? But there are fires there, I think the tigers will not attack the camp."

"I'm not afraid that it will attack the camp, I want to take a photo of it. If this is the case, it will prove that there are tigers here and the next thing will be easier..."

Before the old man could finish his words, another tiger roar came from the forest.

The tiger roar sounded, and Shang Qingyun immediately closed his mouth and pricked up his ears to listen. The students and his wife who were originally following him closed their mouths at this moment.

After hearing this, Mr. Shang opened his mouth and said, "About one mile from our camp, this sound is closer than the last roar..."

"Can you hear this?" Cang Hai was a little surprised. He didn't know that the old man had this trick.

Shang Qingyun said: "What am I doing! I have been dealing with birds and beasts for most of my life. If I don't have this ability, I should wipe my neck."

At this time, another tiger roar came.

"Let's go!" Shang Qingyun said.

After about ten minutes, the tiger stopped moving, and the entire camp gradually became lively.

"Teacher, our No. 13 plane is nearby. I wonder if it is possible to take a picture of the tiger," a student said to Shang Qingyun.

Shang Qingyun nodded: "I hope everyone will go back to bed, get up early tomorrow morning, and set it to be at four o'clock when we check the machines over there separately."

When I heard that I woke up at four o'clock, the students immediately had unhappy expressions on their faces, but no one said that they just swayed their arms around the tent... Mobile version website:
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