Du Ruo first went to see the hunting clip. He thought it was raining and found nothing. Although he was a little disappointed, he was expecting it. He looked up next to the bamboo forest. He didn't see the hunter, and he didn't know if he hadn't come or looked for prey elsewhere.

Du Ruo shook his head and said, "What if he is, this hunter brother is a little weird. It's better if he doesn't come, so he has to worry about communicating with him."

Du Ruo stepped on half a basket of butter mushrooms in the forest. In fact, there were other mushrooms, and they didn't recognize them and dared not pick them. If they had finished picking poisonous mushrooms, they would have finished playing with them. They dug a lot of bamboo baskets, filled them with a bamboo basket, and cut a handful of mugwort with a hatchet. This thing was dried and smoked, and it was still natural to prevent insects.

I tied the mugwort into bundles and stuck it on the bamboo basket, wiped it off with sweat. After working for a long time, I was hot, tired and thirsty. I leaned on the edge of the mountain road, carefully grabbed the vines on the edge of the mountain road and went to the mountain stream below. I rolled up my sleeves, washed my hands, lifted up the stream water and patted it on my face, and it suddenly became much cooler.

His face became cooler, and suddenly his scalp felt itchy. Du Ruo looked at the clear mountain stream and would rather wash his hair, so he would save himself from lifting water down. After the mute woman left, she could not use a shoulder pole, so carrying water became a big problem. Fortunately, the mute woman was full of water when she left, otherwise it would be hard to lift it down the mountain one by one.

Therefore, the water still needs to save some use. Thinking of this, she reached out and spread her braids. Her hair was too long, so she could only take off her shoes and stand in the water, wash her sideways, and don’t think about shampoo. She could only rub it with her hands. Washing her hair was like fighting a war.

Du Ruo misses his neat short hair very much. It is easy to take care of his fashionable hair. Just go to the hairstyle studio every week to repair it. Du Ruohu had a sudden inspiration. Yes, why do you have to keep such long hair? It’s better to cut it short.

Thinking of this, she shook her hair, went up and took out a hatchet from the bamboo basket, and compared it to measure it. She was hesitating whether to cut it from her shoulder or shorter. Naturally, the shorter the better. She shaves her inch and is only afraid of scaring people. Although there are no people in the mountains, Erxifeng Blacksmith will come every few days, Lu An will come, and there are also the weird hunter brother. These people will definitely not accept too fashionable hairstyles.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, it would be better to grow. Just as she was about to peel it from her shoulder, she suddenly heard a loud shout: "What are you doing?" Before Du Ruo could react, a stone flew over and hit her hand holding the hatchet. She relaxed her hand and the hatchet fell to the ground.

Du Ruo looked up and saw that the hunter brother whom he thought he would not come, standing in front of him, grabbed her wrist and said coldly: "You are going to commit suicide?"

Du Ruo was stunned and shook him away: "Who is going to commit suicide? I want to cut my hair short."

Slipping hair? The Hunter's big brother glanced at her, and his hair spread out and dripped behind him. He had just washed it and dripped water. He wet his body and put his clothes on his body, showing the woman's charming curve.

I couldn't help but think of her hair washing in the mountain stream just now, and I felt a little distracted and couldn't help but start: "What kind of decorative thing is it to spread my hair in broad daylight."

Du Ruo was amused: "This is the longest sentence I have ever heard you say. I want to know who stipulates that you cannot disguise your hair during the day, and that it is good to survive in this wilderness. Who cares about the state of mind? Besides, if you don't spread out, how can you cut it?" As he said that, he bent down to pick up the hatchet, but was stopped by him: "No."

Du Ruo used up his patience and rolled his eyes: "No, you are a scallion, can you control me to peel my hair?"

The hunter frowned and looked at her for a while. Suddenly he kicked the hatchet under the mountain stream. Du Ruo was stunned for a while and came to his senses. His face changed so much that he became angry. He became angry. He didn't care who he was, and punched and kicked: "You are sick, why did you kick my hatchet into the mountain stream? You compensate me for my hatchet."

Du Ruo soon found that the person who was beaten had no feelings at all, but instead could not bear it. He sat on the stone next to him, gasping for breath.

This man is a hunter and has a strong skin and flesh, and his body is like an iron tower. His fancy fists and legs hit him like a tickling. He is fine, but he is exhausted.

Du Ruo rubbed his hand, and just got hit by his stone, and then he beat the iron sheet again, which was painful and painful. He rubbed his hands and stared at the hunter: "I've killed someone and paid my life and owed my debt to pay. You threw my hatchet into the mountain stream, how do you plan to pay?"

The hunter just looked at her without saying a word. Du Ruo guessed that this was the result, and his eyes flashed: "If you don't say it, I have a suggestion. After all, we are friends. If you have something to say, my hatchet is used to chop wood. Now you have to cut wood by throwing it into the mountain stream. So, before you compensate me for the hatchet, you have to chop wood for me. This suggestion is reasonable."

Du Ruo originally thought he would not react, but he nodded. Du Ruo was secretly happy. If a hatchet could be replaced with a capable laborer, he would make a lot of money.

He didn't believe in his good luck, so he asked for another sentence: "Did you agree?" The hunter ignored her, but pulled out a short knife with a shining cold light from his waist, and in a short while he went to the forest to cut several bundles of firewood, chopped a green bamboo together, and Du Ruo's bamboo basket went down the mountain road with a load on his shoulder.

Du Ruo was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses, hurriedly tied up his hair and followed him.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, Du Ruo went to the house to change the wet clothes. Suddenly, he heard a sound outside. He looked through the window and saw the hunter holding an axe and chopping firewood in the yard. His technique was pure. After a while, he split a pile and put it aside. Then he picked up the bucket and went up the mountain, which meant that he had gone to carry water.

Du Ruo came out and looked at the figure like an iron tower on the mountain road and thought to himself that this hatchet is too worthwhile. Although this hunter is a bit weird, he is still a good person. The most important thing is that he has the strength to do his job, so he doesn't know if he can do any craftsmanship.

Brother Hunter was very diligent. After picking up the water tank, he went to clean up the chicken coop and duck cage. The diligent Du Ruo couldn't stand it anymore and poured a bowl of water and brought it over: "Brother Hunter drinks a bite of water first, I'll cook now."

Brother Hunter took the bowl and tilted his neck to drink, handed the empty bowl back to her, glanced at Du Ruo, and went to work again.

There were also some air-dried rabbit meat. Du Ruo took it out and stewed it with butter mushrooms. A lot of wild celery grew on the edge of the pond at the bottom. Du Ruo took it back, gritted his teeth, beat four eggs and stir-fried it, made a braised bamboo shoot with oil, mixed with wild vegetables, and took out the last wine. There were wine, meat and vegetables, which was quite rich in the mountains.

After getting ready, Du Ruo called the Hunter Brother to come for dinner, took an empty bowl and poured him a bowl of wine: "There is nothing to entertain in the mountains, but fortunately there is wine. The Hunter Brother can relieve the fatigue by drinking a bowl of wine with vegetables. The Hunter Brother looks at what to do, drink it quickly, it is a rare good wine."

The hunter then drank it and looked at Du Ruo: "This wine..."

Du Ruo: "I didn't lie to you that it is a good bar. This is the wine from the Lu family's grave. How can it be bad for their ancestors to drink?" As he said that, he couldn't help laughing: "Brother Hunter, you will become the ancestor of the Lu family after drinking wine. Alas, why don't you drink such a good wine?"

The hunter looked at her for a while: "I have something to say."

Du Ruo smiled. The man really said that he knew he had something to ask him for help. He blinked: "Brother Hunter, can you make a bamboo couch?"

Bamboo couch? The hunter was stunned.

Du Ruo: "I'm not to mention that the hunter brother, there is no bed in this room, so I just thought of making a bamboo couch. The bamboo was sent to the foot of the mountain. The blacksmith Feng, who went up and down the mountain, helped him get it down, but I have been studying it for a long time but it has not been done. Today, I see that the hunter brother can do everything. I'm so amazing, so I want to ask if he can make a bamboo couch?" As he said that, he looked at the hunter with admiration and expectation.

The hunter was silent for a while and nodded slightly.

Du Ruo was overjoyed: "If Brother Hunter knows, can you help me make one? The bamboo is ready-made and they are all placed in the house." Seeing the hunter nodding again, Du Ruo felt at ease. This was really a surprise. A hatchet was exchanged for a skilled and powerful long-term worker. This was a worthwhile deal.

But after the hunter had eaten, he went down the mountain. Du Ruo thought he had gone home to get tools. Who would have thought that meat buns would never look back. On the first day, no one was seen. Du Ruo guessed that something might have been delayed at home. The next day, Du Ruo reluctantly convinced himself that maybe the family affairs were in trouble, but for three consecutive days, Du Ruo's hope of sleeping on the bamboo bed was basically shattered.

Du Ruo guessed that the hunter brother didn't come because he was very good at face. He obviously didn't know how to work in carpentry, but he agreed to himself for the sake of face, and was afraid of losing face, so he simply stopped coming.

Thinking of this, Du Ruo's regretful intestines were cleared. If he had known that he would not have let him do some bamboo couch, at least he could still earn a capable long-term worker. Now, the bamboo couch has no hope and the long-term worker has also left. It is really not worth the loss, and the hunting clips on the mountain have not gained anything in the past few days.

Du Ruo was in a bad mood. On that day, Du Ruo was coming down from the mountain with an unhappy look on his face. Before he could enter the yard, he saw the figure of the tower on the mountain road, clattering bamboo sawing in the yard. Du Ruo laughed in a daze and ran down quickly.

After entering the yard, he said, "I think Brother Hunter is not here?"

The hunter glanced at her: "Something has been delayed." Then he continued to saw the bamboo.

Seeing that his sawing was quite well-organized, Du Ruo couldn't help but say, "It turns out that Brother Hunter is really good at making bamboo couches. This is great. I won't have to sleep on the floor in the future. You are busy, I'll go cook."

Du Ruo went into the shed to prepare for cooking, but saw a pork belly, some vegetables, fruits, and a wine jar hanging inside. Du Ruo looked up at the person in the yard and smiled. This person was not talkative, but he was kind-hearted.
Chapter completed!