With the experience and lessons learned from being confused by the fish tail last time, Su Qingluan was fully prepared this time: a net bag for catching fish, a fish basket for holding fish, and an ax for chopping firewood were all available.
If he held another bamboo pole, it would be more like that, Su Qingluan complained in his heart.
However, she knew her fishing skills well - not to mention the simple fishing gear made of bamboo poles and cotton threads in this era, even with the modern high-tech equipment, she had never caught a fish!
So from the beginning, Su Qingluan gave up "fishing", an activity that combines leisure and entertainment with obtaining food.
Wouldn't it be much more convenient and efficient to directly open and close the river to fish?
Su Qingluan thought expressionlessly - of course she definitely didn't think so because of her poor fishing skills! Absolutely not!
When he came to the river, Su Qingluan immediately knew where there were branches of appropriate length and thickness that could be used as a "fence" to contain the fish, as he already knew the terrain clearly, and where the "fence" needed to be built.
She cut down dozens of branches at once, like a squirrel carrying pine nuts, and stacked the branches to the location where she wanted to build a "fence."
When she made this trip for the third time, she found someone sitting next to her "trophy".
To be precise, the man was in a wheelchair.
As far as she knows, the only person she knows in this era is in a wheelchair...
"Mu Xingzhi?" Su Qingluan shouted subconsciously.
Hearing the sound, the young man turned his eyes in her direction, and Su Qingluan realized that calling her by her first name seemed a bit impolite in this era.
"Mr. Mu..." she quickly changed her words.
Mu Xingzhi didn't seem to take the issue of address to heart: "If you're not used to it, it's okay for Mrs. Su to call her by her first name."
"Etiquette cannot be discarded..." In fact, she didn't care much about the so-called "etiquette" in this era.
But if she makes a habit of calling people by their names casually, even though the person in front of her doesn't care, what if she encounters someone who "cares" one day?
She felt it was not worth getting into trouble for such a minor issue of title.
Therefore, the safest way is to follow the trend, which is the safest and safest way.
Seeing that Su Qingluan insisted on doing this, Mu Xingzhi said nothing and turned to look at the branch in Su Qingluan's hand: "Ms. Su, are you... going to catch fish?"
Su Qingluan nodded: "Mr. Mu knows?"
Mu Xingzhi smiled slightly: "I saw it last time by the river."
Su Qingluan: ...Last time...by the river...
No, the dead memory started backstabbing her again! Ah, I really want to dig that memory out of my mind!
Not sure if he could tell that the embarrassing storm in Su Qingluan's mind had swept through the entire thinking space, Mu Xingzhi asked: "If one person wants to make these branches into the same shape as before, it will take a while. Madam Su, will it take a while?" Can you help me?"
Regardless of whether Mu Xingzhi changed the topic to avoid her embarrassment, Su Qingluan felt extremely happy in her heart!
When she heard these words, the gratitude in her eyes almost turned into reality: "Thank you so much!"
As he said that, he placed the pile of branches he was holding in his arms at Mu Xingzhi's feet: "I need to tie the branches with ropes." As he said that, he took out the thin string he brought from home this time. Hemp rope, "probably leave such a big gap,"
As he spoke, he gestured with two fingers.
Then he raised his head and looked at Mu Xingzhi: "Is that okay?"
As a result, when she raised her head, she saw a surprised expression on the other party's ordinary face, which seemed gentle and delicate.
Su Qingluan was trembling in her heart: Could it be that she just wanted to be polite to her, but she took it seriously?
This is too embarrassing...
Although thinking this way, Su Qingluan is no longer embarrassed anymore - after all, he has become accustomed to being embarrassed when facing the same person too many times.
The last threshold of embarrassment was broken through, and Su Qingluan became more relaxed.
So she sat on the ground without caring much about her image - anyway, men's clothing is much more convenient than women's clothing - holding hemp rope in her hand and starting to tie the branches, lowered her head and said casually: "It doesn't matter if you don't know, I can do it myself."
"Is this okay?"
Su Qingluan looked up when he heard the sound, and saw that Mu Xingzhi had already tied two branches side by side in his hands.
The knots of the hemp rope were evenly sized, and the spacing between the branches echoed her wishes.
Su Qingluan nodded, and then looked at him: "The surprised look on your face just now, I thought you didn't want to help, you were just being polite, I'm sorry." It was her villain's heart.
Mu Xingzhi smiled and shook his head: "It's just that Mrs. Su is the first person to ask me to help so naturally."
"Didn't you say 'call each other you and me'?"
Mu Xingzhi was stunned, then remembered the last agreement about the title, and nodded: "It was my negligence."
Su Qingluan actually understood why Mu Xingzhi said that she was the first person to "naturally ask him to help" - her eyes skipped his legs.
She thought that if she had met someone like Mu Xingzhi before she fell ill in her previous life, she probably would not have easily asked Mu Xingzhi to do anything for her - even the simplest thing that even a child could do.
However, after she fell ill, she understood that the sicker she was, the less she wanted to be "specially treated" - it was as if someone kept reminding her: You are different from others because you are sick.
So she smiled and said: "I heard that if you do more handwork like this, your fingers can become more flexible. It's called 'ten fingers connecting the heart'. People with flexible fingers are said to have more flexible minds."
"So Mrs. Su wants me to be smart?"
Su Qingluan shrugged: "I don't know whether my brain is flexible or not, but when my fingers move, they shouldn't be as cold as before."
Mu Xingzhi was stunned again when he heard this.
Su Qingluan also stopped: Did she say something wrong?
Perhaps because the doubts in her expression were too obvious, Mu Xingzhi seemed to hear her heartbeat, chuckled and sighed: "Ms. Su's character is free and easy and does not follow the rules of etiquette. She doesn't look like the daughter of a farmer in the mountains."
Su Qingluan's heart "thumped".
Although Mu Xingzhi's words were probably unintentional, she was a lonely soul from another world after all, not an original product. She still felt guilty after being told that she "didn't look like a farm girl".
But she was curious, how did a casual sentence become "informal and informal"?
However, in order to ensure that not too many lies were revealed, Su Qingluan did not ask this question.
It was only later that she realized that women in this era, as long as they were not too unrestrained, would not mention issues related to a foreign man's "body temperature" so naturally.
When Su Qingluan found out, she said: This is really embarrassing for a modern person like her!
But at this point, she did not ask the doubts in her heart. She just raised another topic: "Mr. Mu is here alone? Where is the uncle who was with you before?"
