Chapter 189 The feeling of living

"Of course, this time is still fast. If it's longer, you can't stand it." Wang Zheng said, "Fortunately, the weather is cold now, which is more beneficial to us. If it is summer, if you walk in the jungle and haven't changed your clothes, coupled with mosquito bites, you will fall ill in less than two days, which is simply a disaster."

When Song Ziye heard the words, he suddenly sat up straight, held Wang Zheng's face in both hands, and said with burning eyes, "I'm glad that I have these seven or eight days in my life."

Wang Zheng smiled, staggered his eyes and said, "Let's sleep on my shoulder for a while. In a few hours, it will be dawn.

At this time, the night was dark, but Wang Zheng still did not make a fire, but fortunately, this place was enough to shelter from the wind. Song Ziye curled up in Wang Zheng's arms and did not feel cold.

Wang Zheng stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Song Ziye's temple. Song Ziye only felt a warm current gradually rising in his mind, and his sleepiness came together. Soon he fell asleep and made a uniform breathing sound.

Wang Zheng also closed his eyes. After so many days of fatigue, he also needed to replenish his strength.

It will be bright soon.

............

When Song Ziye opened his eyes, it was already bright, and Wang Zheng beside him had already woken up and was looking at himself.

"Good morning." Song Ziye rubbed his eyes, looked into the distance, and couldn't help exclaiming.

"It's so beautiful!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Song Ziye's eyes were full of admiration!

The fiery sun has just risen to mid-air and looks much bigger than usual. The mountains are shrouded in a faint dusk, and the woods are surrounded by a faint fragrance.

Song Ziye stood up, moved his numb hands and feet, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said intoxicatedly, "The air in this mountain is so fresh!"

However, Wang Zheng's next sentence destroys this artistic conception: "The air in the mountains and forests is not fresh in the morning, and the concentration of carbon dioxide is very high. The reason why you feel that the air is fresh and you want to breathe is that carbon dioxide stimulates your blood circulation and makes your body need more oxygen."

Song Ziye stared at Wang Zheng, but saw this guy take out two bags of things from his pocket and handed them over and said, "These are two packs of compressed biscuits and a small bottle of water. The compressed biscuits are very hard. Just take a bite with your appetite."

Song Ziye took a bite of the compressed biscuit and almost didn't bring down his teeth. It was as hard as a stone, but after entering, Song Ziye was surprised to find that a compressed biscuit as big as his little finger immediately filled his mouth and his lips and teeth were fragrant!

After taking a small sip of water and swallowing this biscuit, Song Ziye felt that his hunger suddenly disappeared, and his mouth was still sweet and full of energy.

"How does it taste?"

"This cookie is so delicious." Song Ziye said excitedly, "It's much more delicious than the market. If it is produced on a large scale and then pushed to the market, I'm afraid it will become a popular snack in China!"

Wang Zheng curled his lips and said, "I'm afraid no one will buy it."

"Why? It tastes so good. As long as the publicity and promotion work is in place, how can no one buy it? Song Ziye is a little puzzled.

"Do you know the cost of this biscuit?" Wang Zheng stretched out two fingers.

How much? Twenty?" Song Ziye thought that the price she said was already very expensive, but Wang Zheng's words still surprised her.

"Two thousand!"

Two thousand? Why is it so expensive?"

"Of course, because I made every biscuit!"

"Did you do it?" The surprised expression on Song Ziye's face was even more fuller,

"Yes, do you know how many precious medicinal herbs I have added to each biscuit to replenish blood and qi? The dispensing cycle of these medicinal materials is at least one year, and it can't be mass-produced at all. The cost of 2,000 is the most conservative figure.

"I can't see that you are quite versatile."

"That's the little white face of the new century, 18 kinds of cooking skills, proficient in everything." Wang Zheng boasted and then said, "The slope around here is a little steep. I have to carry you down. It will be fine after this section."

"Wait a minute, Wang Zheng, I have something to tell you." Song Ziye suddenly looked a little embarrassed and blushed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Wang Zheng looked at Song Ziye's hesitant appearance and immediately understood. He laughed and said, "You must go to the toilet."

"Yes, it's human, what's funny." Song Ziye said angrily.

Wang Zheng smiled, handed over a bag of tissues and said, "I only have this bag on my body. You can save it. It's not as difficult as a city. The conditions are too difficult."

"I know!" Song Ziye grabbed the tissue paper, pushed Wang Zheng, and said with a red face, "Find a place, hide it, and come out later."

The place where the two stayed is a rare gentle slope in this cliff, surrounded by rocks, which is also a good place to avoid the wind.

"Well, women have a lot of things to do." Wang Zheng curled his lips and climbed directly up a tree more than 20 meters high.

Song Ziye under the tree looked at the bag of tissues in his hand, and his beautiful face turned red like a ripe apple.

............

Wang Zheng carried Song Ziye on his back, slowly tilted his body to maintain his balance, and then carefully walked down the slope.

On Wang Zheng's back, Song Ziye was still a little nervous at the beginning, especially when he saw the steep slope that could not see the bottom, which made people feel dizzy. However, Wang Zheng walked very smoothly and did not feel any bumps at all. Song Ziye simply handed over his life to Wang Zheng. After walking for more than an hour, fatigue surged up again. Song Ziye actually fell on Wang Zheng's shoulder and slept peacefully.

"Wow, all right." Finally, when he arrived at the gentle slope, Wang Zheng just wanted to put down Song Ziye, but he turned his head and saw the other party sleeping on his back. He couldn't help but feel funny. Of course, he was also slightly moved.

"It's time to go!"

Wang Zheng stretched out his right hand and patted Song Ziye's upturned buttocks without pity, directly waking the latter up.

"My God, this feels better!" Song Ziye's roundness. The buttocks are more elastic than they look. Wang Zheng just slapped him, and the good feeling made him want to slap him again!

"Where have you been?" Song Ziye's sleeping fragrance was suddenly woken up. At this time, he was also a little confused. Naturally, he did not notice how Wang Zheng "wake up" himself.

Wang Zheng put Song Ziye down and walked behind her for hours. He was sweating all over. It was almost noon. The sun shone on him through the woods, making people warm all over.

"How far did you go behind my back?" Song Ziye looked at the vast forest and asked.

"Five hours, 40 kilometers." Wang Zheng took out the water, threw it to Song Ziye, and said, "You must be thirsty. Drink it."

"That's all, after I finish drinking, you won't have to drink." Song Ziye looked at this small bottle of water and was a little reluctant to drink it.

"It's okay, just drink it." Wang Zheng took a dagger and cut a vine on the tree fiercely. The dagger was very sharp. With a knife, the vine was cut off, revealing a pale yellow section.

To Song Ziye's surprise, Wang Zheng directly put his mouth to the section and sucked it up, and his throat rolled up and down.

"It tastes good." Wang Zheng wiped his mouth, looked at Song Ziye with a stunned face, and smiled and said, "This is called Biandan vine, which is only available in the northwest. There is less rain in the northwest. Biandan vine will absorb rain and then store it in its own body. If it is preserved for a long time, there will be a fragrance."

"Why don't you take a few bites?" Wang Zheng laughed.

"I don't want it." Looking at the gray ferocious vine, Song Ziye still didn't dare to put his mouth up.

"It's not easy for you special forces." Looking at Wang Zheng's indifferent expression, Song Ziye suddenly felt slightly sad.

"Eat some biscuits and let's continue to walk. If the map is correct, we can meet a river after walking another 20 kilometers."

"We're not lost?" Song Ziye looked at the vast forest sea and felt that it was everywhere.

"Why do you get lost?" Wang Zheng asked, "I'm a living map."

"I wish we were lost."

Song Ziye's voice is quiet.

Wang Zheng was stunned when he heard the words, and there was a gentle emotion in his eyes.

Wang Zheng's speed was not slow. The two walked for a long time, and Song Ziye did not shout that they were tired. They chatted all the way. The dusk was approaching and the weather was getting cooler again.

"Sure enough, there is a river!" Under the setting sun, shining in the distance, Song Ziye had already heard the sound of gurgling water.

"You wait by the river. I'll get some food." Wang Zheng rubbed his hands and said excitedly, "This time, I'll give you a taste of my real cooking skills."

Song Ziye washed his hands by the river. Before long, he saw Wang Zheng coming with a large bundle of dry branches, carrying a gray hare and a pheasant in his hand.

In Song Ziye's surprised eyes, Wang Zheng explained, "It's winter now, and these things are easy to catch. I'll make fire and kill chickens. You can just watch."

"It's really eye-opening to be with you." Song Ziye rolled up his sleeves, revealing his crystal white lotus-like little arm, rubbing his fists and palms, eagerly said, "Why don't you let me help you?"

Wang Zheng looked at Song Ziye's appearance, and a tenderness rose from the bottom of his heart: "Can you do it? Not afraid of killing? Look at your thin skin and tender meat. You haven't done this job before, have you?

Song Ziye said indifferently, "What's the matter? It's not the first time."

"That's good." Wang Zheng skinned the rabbit with a few simple knives, handed the rabbit to Song Ziye with his hands full of blood, and said, "Take it to the river and open the rabbit and wash it."

Song Ziye didn't even frown. He took the dagger and rabbit and began to clean by the river.

Wang Zheng also killed the chicken at this time and faded its hair by the river.

Song Ziye raised his head and felt that his forehead had sweated slightly. He washed his hands in the water and watched Wang Zheng fade his hair skillfully, with a trace of warmth in his eyes.

"Hey, why do you think I have a feeling of living at home now?"