While Fu Bo went to find water for washing, Jiang Ran and Ji Fang also returned to the tree house that was half-built.

Although he had marked the way for Fu Bo, he still almost got lost and had to go around in circles several times before he found this place.

"I almost lost track of you," Fu Bo panted, looking around. "Where did Ji Fang go?"

"We were building a tree house, and he went to find some wood to support the tree." Jiang Ran looked at him and asked, "How did you get hurt?"

"It's a minor wound, scratched by a bush."

Jiang Ran nodded, and when Fu Bo took a few steps closer, he immediately covered his nose again: "Why do you still smell?"

Fu Bo sighed helplessly: "I really tried my best... You know what? When I was halfway through washing, I saw a huge spider next to me. It was really scary!" He gestured: "It's bigger than my hand! As big as a puppy!"

Jiang Ran understood: "You are talking about the Amazon bird-eating spider, right?"

Fu Bo: “What is that???”

"The Amazon bird-eating spider is the largest spider in the world. It can reach 30 centimeters in length, similar to what you described."

"Maybe," Fu Bo waved his hands fearfully. "It's scary. It's so big and covered in fur... If it bites me, I'll definitely be dead!"

Jiang Ran paused before saying, "Amazon bird-eating spiders are harmless to humans."

"Is this true? How is that possible?"

"Why would I lie to you? You're not on its menu," Jiang Ran laughed. "The Amazon bird-eating spider has a pretty good reputation in the reptile world and isn't very aggressive. Even if it bites you, it probably won't inject venom, so the pain won't be very severe."

After hearing what she said, Fu Bo's trembling shoulders gradually subsided.

Well, it turns out that he was just being too sentimental, and Spider-Man wasn't interested in him at all?

Seeing that Jiang Ran was about to continue explaining science, Fu Bo grabbed her.

He glanced at the ball cautiously and said in a mosquito-like voice, "The live broadcast room is still open... Please give me some face..."

"Okay, okay, I won't say any more," Jiang Ran said with a smile, "It's just that you mistook a little cutie for a big devil. There's nothing funny about that."

Fu Bo glared at her angrily.

I already told you to give me some face! And you still want to say it!

How can there be such a hateful person! ?

Seeing his angry look, Jiang Ran finally stopped talking, smiled and made a gesture of zipping his mouth, then lowered his head and continued with the work in his hands.

Fu Bo was a little curious, so he moved forward a little: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Ran didn't even raise his head: "A gift for you."

Fu Bo was dumbfounded.

A gift? For him?

This must be a lie, right?

Fu Bo's heart was beating fast, and he moved closer, wanting to see what Jiang Ran was up to.

However, just as he got closer, Jiang Ran suddenly raised his head and said, "It's done!" Then he handed the thing in his hand to Fu Bo.

Fu Bo's face was filled with suspicion. He didn't take the thing she handed him, but asked cautiously, "What is this?"

"Hey, it's just a wreath made of grass leaves. Why are you so nervous?" Jiang Ran teased him while pulling his sleeve and putting the wreath directly on his head. "Stand still, I'll take a picture of you."

The doubts in Fu Bo's heart still did not disappear.

But he didn't move. He just looked at Jiang Ran cautiously, waiting to see what she was going to do.

However, after the photos were taken, Jiang Ran still did not do anything out of the ordinary.

Fu Bo looked intently at the photos she took.

In the photo, I am wearing the camouflage protective suit distributed by the program team. My face has been washed, but it is covered with some dust on the way back, which looks a bit like a battle-damaged uniform.

Looking up again, the small wreath on her head is the finishing touch -

The wreath, composed primarily of green leaves, isn't garish overall; its dark green hue actually adds a vibrant, energetic vibe. Only a small white flower, half visible behind the ear, creates a simple yet unadorned detail, creating a subtle, yet subtle, focal point of the photo, softening the subject's overall appearance.

Jiang Ran asked complacently, "Does it make you look handsome?"

"It's not bad," Fu Bo said modestly, "mainly because I'm quite handsome."

"whispering sound--"

Fu Bo looked at the photo on the screen and felt that he might have misunderstood

Maybe Jiang Ran really just meant well this time.

He was worrying too much.

However, at this moment.

Jiang Ran asked, "Have you heard the story of the grass-tying ring?"

Fu Bo: “?”

"The story of tying a grass knot and holding a ring is about two things that happened in the Earth Era."

Jiang Ran explained, "The story of the grass knot is about Wei Ke, a general of the Jin Dynasty. When he was young, he let a woman go. Later, during a battle with the Qin army, he was rescued by the woman's father, who used a grass rope to help him lasso the enemy as a token of his gratitude. The story of the ring in his mouth is similar, telling the story of the yellow bird giving a ring as a token of gratitude."

"The conditions in the rainforest are quite simple, so I chose a character from each of the two stories and made a grass ring for you," Jiang Ran said after laying the groundwork for a while before finally getting to the point. "What traditional virtues do you think these two stories teach us?"

Fu Bo's face was full of speechlessness.

He asked, "Where on earth did you get all these strange stories?"

Jiang Ran shook his head regretfully: "They are all classic stories. This just shows that your historical knowledge is not good enough."

Fu Bo paused before asking, "...So I should tie the grass and hold the ring now?"

Jiang Ran said happily: "Not bad, you are very aware!"

"Actually, I don't really want to hear this compliment."

Just at this moment, Ji Fang came back carrying two large logs that were almost three meters long.

His clothes were dyed dark by sweat, and the hot sweat that he couldn't hold back flowed down the hair that stuck to the sides of his face. Because he couldn't release the energy, his face turned red and blue.

He walked slowly to the bottom of the tree, and as soon as he unloaded the log, he fell down and leaned over the log, gasping for breath.

Fu Bo looked at Jiang Ran with difficulty: "...You want me to do this?"

"That's right," Jiang Ran patted his shoulder with a smile, "Come on!"

Fu Bo looked at Ji Fang, who looked like he was on the verge of death, and then at Jiang Ran, who was smiling amiably. He could not help but cover his face with grief and let out a long sigh that he could not suppress.

He really shouldn't have any expectations of Jiang Ran's humanity...

When the sun moved to the western sky, the beams and base of the tree house had been laid, and with the combined efforts of Fu Bo and Ji Fang, the load-bearing wooden pillars were firmly inserted into the holes hollowed out in the wooden boards.

Jiang Ran estimated that as long as he set up the handrails of the pillars, laid the siding on the fence, and finally built a simple roof, the entire tree house would be completely completed.

The wooden boards had been transported here a long time ago, and all we had to do was move them to the tree and secure them there. Although it was a bit tiring to do, the overall work was not difficult.

Jiang Ran looked at the half-finished tree house and could already imagine what it would look like after it was completed. He couldn't help but feel excited.

However, as the sun got lower and lower, the construction progress did not advance much, and the two main construction workers became visibly slacking off.

Jiang Ran tapped the knife in his hand: "The sun is about to set. Looking at your progress, can you finish it today?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Bo fell to the floor of the tree house with a thud, and the wooden board in his hand fell to the ground beside him. "You say it's easy... easy, why don't you just start?"

"Aren't I carving the mortise and tenon joints for connection? There's no hammer here, so how can we fix it without mortise and tenon joints? Besides, I drew the blueprints for the tree house. How can you build a house out of thin air without the blueprints?"

Fu Bo was a bit stubborn and wanted to say something else, but Jiang Ran added, "Or maybe you and I can switch jobs. I'm tired from carving, so I'd like to get up and stretch my muscles."

Fu Bo thought about it and finally chose to shut up.

Although physical work is tiring, at least it does not require any brain work and is simple and rough.

If he were really asked to use a knife, he would probably have to make a few cuts on himself first.

But this job was too tiring, and Fu Bo lay down on the ground halfway through.

Jiang Ran kicked him powerlessly: "Get up quickly, lazy guy."

Fu Bo didn't move at all. He took a deep breath and couldn't help complaining, "Tell me the truth, did you deliberately break the weapon before giving it to me? Just to save me in a critical moment in exchange for a hard labor?"

Jiang Ran laughed twice: "What are you thinking about?"

Fu Bo lay on the ground groaning, "Then you should reflect on why I think this way."

"Okay," Jiang Ran pulled him up from the ground, "Please work hard and build the tree house before dark. I'll make dinner for you."

Fu Bo curled his lips and said, "I don't care..."

Ji Fang suddenly raised his head and screamed: "You made dinner for us!?"

Jiang Ran smiled and nodded: "Reward the meritorious officials."

After hearing this, Ji Fang suddenly became motivated and started fixing the wooden board with great vigor.

Fu Bo was very puzzled: "It's just cooking, why are you so worried? Don't we have compressed biscuits given by the production team?"

Ji Fang was surprised: "Compressed biscuits? How can they compare to the food Jiang Ran makes?"

He was halfway through saying this when he remembered something: "Oh, by the way, I didn't see you fainting from poisoning during the last quiz. You don't know how delicious Jiang Ran's grilled fish was! Many people wanted to buy it from her at that time!"

As he spoke, he slurped, and the nostalgic look on his face immediately aroused Fu Bo's appetite.

Fu Bo fell silent and glanced at Jiang Ran out of the corner of his eye.

She just smiled, as if she had seen through everything.

"If you think compressed biscuits are more delicious, I can just make enough for two people."

Fu Bo paused: "Actually, I..."

Jiang Ran waved his hand to interrupt him: "It's okay, I understand the reason, and I will never force you to eat the food I cook."

Fu Bo: “…”

Help! How can I take back what I said?

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Today’s Fu Bo: Compressed biscuits are just compressed biscuits, what’s so great about it.

Tomorrow’s Fu Bo: It smells so good!