Zhang Zian finally understood. It turned out that Fa Tui was not referring to the donkey of the backpacker, but more like comparing him to a mule, or as the Chinese commonly said, a diligent old ox.
Westerners … No, did all Western wolves like to praise people like this? Or was this an ancient way of praising people?
Also, what the hell was becoming a saint?
He could only think of myths, Xianxia, and fantasy novels, but that was obviously bullshit.
"Meow meow meow! Let me tell you, this stinky man has become a 'saint' — one of the 60 million leftover men in China. Congratulations! "
Snowy Lionet slowly tore off a piece of raccoon meat, not forgetting to mock him.
Facui was shocked. "There are so many saints in China?"
"Meow meow meow! More than that! There will be more! " Snowy Lionet smacked her lips, glanced at him, and said, "I think you might as well benefit your fellow men. Become a girl and let your brothers have fun. How about that? If a leftover man becomes a girl, the number of leftover men will be reduced by two. It's worth it no matter how you look at it! "
Zhang Zian ate his food. These two elfins were talking like chickens talking to ducks. He couldn't explain them clearly, so he just gave up.
After the meal, the elfins either lay down or strolled around to digest the food. He boiled a pot of water to make tea. After he had enough water and food, he continued on his journey.
He first packed everything else that needed to be packed. When everything was packed properly, he finally went to check the tail tendons that had been placed in the shade to dry.
After drying, the tail tendons were obviously smaller than before. They were translucent white, and their thickness was less than one millimeter.
In order to deal with different situations, he chose two types of tail tendons. One was about 15 centimeters long, and the other was about 30 centimeters long. The latter was too difficult to pull out completely, so there was only one.
He wrapped the tail tendons in a dry tissue and put them in a first-aid kit for emergencies. Of course, it was best if he didn't have to use them.
After packing, he and the elfins continued on their journey, going upstream along the river in the opposite direction.
The pack of wolves seemed to have tasted the sweetness of success. They actively searched for traces of the raccoon along the way. When they had nothing to do, they would dig around on the riverbank. Soon, they found a nest of lively raccoons.
Zhang Zian was having a headache, because he had to do all the dirty and tiring work like skinning and digging out the internal organs of the raccoon. It would be better to just cook the rice, but considering that it could indeed save on canned food, he just let them be.
It was reasonable to say that wild animals were not allowed to be harmed in the forest park, but the wolves had to eat, so there was nothing he could do about it. Anyway, he was not the one who killed the raccoon.
Finding a relatively narrow channel along the river, he called for the elves to stop, intending to cross the river from there.
"Zhi zhi?"
Pi took the wooden stick that he had cut for it, stood by the river, and tried to put the stick into the river. The whole stick was submerged in the water, and only a small part of its hand was exposed, but it did not reach the bottom of the river.
It gestured worriedly, meaning that although the river here was narrow, it was very deep, and it was not suitable to cross the river by wading.
Zhang Zian nodded and took off his backpack. He pointed at a tree and said, "I know, but we are not crossing a river. Let's try to build a bridge."
"Quack? Just you? Build a bridge? "Richard covered its chest with its wings." You're laughing so hard that I'm going to have a heart attack! "
At first, the other elves did not understand how he was going to build a bridge. They walked to the side of the tree and took a closer look. Only then did they realize that the tree, which was as thick as a bucket, was about 20 centimeters away from the roots. Half of the tree had been bitten off by some animal. The roots and the trunk were only connected by a small part, and the tree was shaking.
Everyone's eyes fell on the raccoon's sharp and long incisors. They knew exactly who the culprit was.
Once animals like raccoons became rampant, they would cause too much damage to the forest. In a sense, they were also carrying out meaningless killings, because they did not bite the tree to eat it, but to grind their teeth.
It was a cypress tree that grew by the river. Due to the erosion of the riverbed by the river, part of its root system was exposed in the river, and it floated along with the flow of the river.
Zhang Zian estimated that if he pushed the cypress tree in the right direction, the crown should be able to reach the opposite bank and form a bridge. Even if he did not push the tree down, it would not be able to survive for long.
Even though it was midsummer, deep in the mahogany forest was still cold, and the river was cold. He did not want to wade in the water unless it was absolutely necessary. His clothes were soaked, and there was no place to dry them.
It was not easy to push down a tree that was as thick as a bucket. If it had been an intact tree, he would have had to use a chainsaw. Fortunately, the raccoon had done most of the work for him.
He asked the elves and the wolves to move aside so that they would not be hurt by the falling tree.
He rolled up his sleeves and touched the trunk of the tree with both hands. His palms felt rough. He took a deep breath and used 80% of his strength to test it out. The small section that connected the roots and the trunk made a slight cracking sound. Because the nutrients were blocked, the withered leaves fell like rain.
It looked like it was going to work.
He adjusted his angle and stood firmly on the riverbank in a horse stance. He took a few deep breaths, then took a deep breath and gathered all his strength into his palms.
"Hey!"
His face was red, and he exhaled loudly. His shoes sank deep into the soil.
Crack …
Crack … Crack …
The small section that connected the roots and the trunk made an ominous cracking sound, and the sound gradually grew louder.
He first pushed, then hugged the tree trunk and pulled it back. The repeated pushing and pulling made the remaining part of the tree become more and more fragile.
The trunk above his head was shaking more and more violently. It could fall at any time, and he had to make it fall in the right direction. At the very least, it could not fall on him.
Just like when he was on a swing, he pulled the tree trunk into his arms for the last time, and then pushed it forward with all his strength. At the same time, he quickly dodged it.
Success or failure would depend on this!
Quack …
Quack, quack …
Quack, quack, quack …
Annoyingly, the trunk of the cypress tree fell about 45 to 60 degrees, then stopped. The leaves were all over the river.
Zhang Zian could only stare at it. If looks could make it fall, it would have fallen many times already.
It seemed that there was still one less push and pull.
This kind of situation was more troublesome to deal with. He was thinking about how to clean up the mess and save face when he saw a gray shadow flash. Faust jumped onto the trunk and walked along the trunk to the top of the tree.
Then, one gray wolf after another followed him to the top of the tree.
With their heavy pressure, the cypress tree finally could not bear it anymore. The connection between the roots and the trunk suddenly broke, and the top of the tree fell heavily to the other side of the river.
The wolves had already jumped off the top of the tree ahead of time and landed on the land on the other side of the river.
A tree bridge was formed.
Vladimir clapped his hands and exclaimed, "A bridge connecting the north and the south, turning the natural moat into a path!"
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