Therefore, the housing issue must be resolved.

After all, the space inside is not large, at most the size of two bathrooms. After putting in the mecha, some soldiers' guns and ammunition, and daily necessities, there isn't much left.

Fang Rong had acquired a lot of tables and chairs for his business, filling the space to the brim. There was basically no room for some unnecessary items, so Fang Hua carried them all, enduring wind and sun every day, which also exhausted him.

When Fang Rong mentioned the RV to Fang Hua, Fang Hua readily agreed and cooperated fully.

To build a motorhome, you first need a certain area, ideally one that can be directly installed in a space. However, there are length limitations if it can be installed in a space; it's best not to exceed five meters. If you need to put a mecha in one meter of space, you can only utilize about four meters.

The height can be around 4.8 meters, with two levels. First, there's the bed, which can be placed on the top floor. The double bed is about 2 meters high; anything smaller would be uncomfortable to sleep in.

Fang Rong is the type who can be casual about everything else, but the bed and kitchen must be big.

A sofa and guest seating area are placed under the double bed, and wardrobes are installed on the surrounding walls. The RV door opens in the middle, and a kitchen is built on the left side with a large window, which can be used for cooking when the window is open.

You can put a long board by the window, which can be lowered to become a long table where guests can sit. Actually, their food service is like fast food; everything is prepared and can be taken away directly.

Some people didn't bring bowls, or it was a last-minute decision, and there were no plastic bags available. However, they could use leaves instead, and just put the bowls in the leaves or bamboo tubes. Of course, adding bamboo tubes would cost extra.

Although it's a motorhome, it doesn't need wheels, which frees up a lot of space. Just put a few support pillars underneath to prevent it from being completely flat on the ground and getting soaked in damp weather.

If there were glass or something similar installed overhead, you could watch the rain when it rains, watch the snow when it snows, and enjoy the night view at night—how awesome would that be?

Unfortunately, he didn't have any glass, and he couldn't make it himself, so he had to give up the idea.

Actually, after staying here for a while, I really miss modern technology, and of course, I also miss the natural environment here. It would be great if the two could be combined, but unfortunately, neither can tolerate the other.

Humans hope to develop here, but if a massive aircraft carrier were to land, it would at least crush a large forest. The forest is the home of the beastmen, and no one is willing to give up their home to others, especially in the role of being driven out.

If the aircraft carrier doesn't land, but only a small portion is relocated for gradual development, most people certainly wouldn't be willing. Moreover, those who can relocate are definitely wealthy and powerful people. They are unlikely to care about nature and would bring the factories down to continue production as before.

Despite repeated calls for people to protect nature, the effect has been minimal. People who have learned their lesson don't seem to learn at all, always thinking that they're just throwing away a piece of trash.

Every day, there are tens of thousands of people, and one more of me doesn't make a difference. It is precisely because everyone holds this kind of thinking that the Earth was destroyed in the past. Humanity has reaped what it sowed, wandering in the universe for hundreds of years before finally finding a place to settle down.

Actually, everyone's goal is to live in this forest. He and Fang Hua are already winners in life; they have already settled down without having to fight.

The primeval forest is kind, welcoming, and readily accepts them.

They probably thought that he and Fang Hua were a female and a beastman, which is why they were able to fit in so easily.

Oh, Fang Rong now has another identity: a wizard. After some simple training, combined with his existing knowledge of medicinal cuisine, he can easily master it.

Fang Hua has gained weight recently, thanks to the medicinal meals he receives daily. Of course, he also has to endure the pain of acupuncture sometimes, but he does it willingly.

After a day of work, the two of them finally made a four-meter-long wooden plank. They didn't have to worry about nails, since Fang Hua had a metal-type ability.

The forest is rich in minerals, and gold can be found anywhere there are rocks. It's incredibly convenient, and Fang Rong even considered building a house out of metal.

However, using only metal would make it very hot in the summer; it would be better to use materials like tiles or cement.

Unfortunately, they didn't know until they tried, and were shocked to find that they didn't know anything. The first thing that stumped them was cement, which seemed to be the simplest thing, but they couldn't make it.

Fang Rong knew there was lime powder in it, but there were no large machines here to grind the stones, nor large mixers. The house could only be built one plank a day.

The main support frame is made of iron, and it is quite sturdy, but it gets soaked by rainwater, so it has to be wrapped with something on the outside.

In the end, I still chose sheet metal, but my skills were lacking. The sheet metal was uneven, with some pieces thick and some thin, and I couldn't master the technique at all.

Because the tribe began to migrate, they were busy traveling during the day and had no time to work. They only had some time at night, and after working for an hour, they couldn't help but feel sleepy. Both of them were looking forward to finding the next tribe soon so they could rest.

This trip took a while. We traveled for two days without encountering any new tribes. On the third day, the chieftain finally blew the horn ahead of schedule, indicating that we could take a rest.

However, they did not set up camp directly in the tribe, but instead stayed around the tribe, some distance away.

Because outsiders are not allowed to approach this tribe, and because of their treacherous and cunning nature, even the chieftain dares not enter the tribe.

This is a tribe of snakes. Snakes have always preferred dark and damp places, which are full of dangerous plants, most of which are poisonous. They can move freely, but if anyone else enters easily, they will only die.

To prevent poisoning, the clan chief ordered them to brew an antidote overnight.

The medicine comes from an old tree root, a very hard one that most females can't cut, and they can't cut every piece into small, uniform pieces. The thinner the slice, the more flavorful it is, so this task naturally fell to Fang Rong.

Fang Rong's arms ached from chopping, and it hurt to lift them. "I'm exhausted, and the knife is dull."

A chef's knife is his lifeblood. Although Fang Rong wasn't quite at that level, he was very comfortable using this knife, and it still pained him to see it ruined.

Fang Hua heard this and quietly gave him a kitchen knife the next day.

"Birthday present."

Birthday - a gift?

(▼皿▼#), do you give a kitchen knife as a birthday gift?