Chapter 307 I can always carry you back to our home
Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting are roasting rabbits, these are the last two.
The driver is feeling much better today and can walk with the help of a cane.
Jiang Xiaoxiao made three pairs of shoes using rabbit skin.
Thanks to Song Moting's good skills, he caught more than a dozen rabbits in the past two days.
There isn't much else on this mountain, but there are a lot of rabbits.
Jiang Xiaoxiao used three pieces of rabbit skin to sew cotton boots on the outside of their cotton shoes.
It was wrapped all the way to the knees.
I broke off some small branches for the bottom of my cotton shoes, and then tore strips of cloth from the lining of my quilt and tied them to the shoes.
This increases friction so they won't be in danger when walking on the snow.
It had been three days since the day they fell.
Perhaps because the place where they fell was too far away from the cliff, they could not see any rescuers, nor did they see any signs of anyone coming to rescue them.
So the three people discussed and decided to walk out of the mountain on foot. There was no other way. If they didn't save themselves at this time, they would be trapped in this forest forever.
“It tastes really good!”
Jiang Xiaoxiao raised her head suddenly.
Song Moting stood beside him, his black hair disheveled, his chin covered with a green beard, and sleepiness still in his eyes.
His voice was a little hoarse.
"Are you hungry?"
Song Moting never stopped hunting, and he must have caught all the rabbits around him.
I also had to skin and clean the rabbits, and I was busy until almost dawn.
"It's ok, not very hungry."
He went out, cleaned his face with snow, and woke up completely.
The tractor driver also stood up and followed.
"We must get down the mountain as soon as possible. I think the weather is not right. If things go wrong, I'm afraid there will be another snowfall. I'm afraid it will be heavy. Then we will be really trapped on the mountain."
The driver's name was Zhang Baocheng. He was a native of the area and was more familiar with the terrain and weather than Song Moting.
Song Moting looked at the dark clouds gathering in the sky.
"Yes, we still have to leave as soon as possible. Even if we can't really find a way out, it's definitely right to go down the mountain."
It looked like rescue would never come.
Song Moting was also very disappointed, but he could also think of it.
From the perspective of the production team leader and the field manager, it is impossible to let everyone take such a risk.
If he were in that position, he wouldn't let anyone else do that.
One cannot use morality to blackmail others just because they are in danger. He does not think that the production team leader and Guo Dongjun did anything wrong.
This rescue is too difficult.
"We are going to go down the mountain now. After Xiao Xiao takes care of the last two rabbits, we will take our dry food and all our belongings. Then we will leave."
In fact, there were not many things they could take away. Of course, quilts were indispensable. It was better to wear them to keep warm than to leave them here.
When they encounter shelter from the wind on the road, they can also use these quilts to keep warm.
But he couldn't take his own box, including the other things inside it.
An hour later, the three of them had packed everything.
All three of them were wearing coats and had rolled up quilts and tied them to their backs with ropes.
Pillow covers and pillowcases were sewn into makeshift backpacks to hold their food.
Fortunately, all three of them carried military water bottles.
It was filled with hot water.
He was wearing snow boots that Jiang Xiaoxiao had modified. He had not only a coat on his body, but also leather pants made of rabbit skin on his legs and a leather hat made of rabbit skin on his head.
It’s just that Jiang Xiaoxiao’s craftsmanship is not satisfactory. After all, there are limited tools in this place, and what they can do is indeed hilarious.
If outsiders saw the three of them, they would probably die of laughter.
The way these three people are dressed is totally incongruous.
A vagabond and an adventurer.
The three of them looked at each other and almost burst out laughing.
Holding thick branch crutches in their hands, the three men began to walk down the mountain with difficulty.
Jiang Xiaoxiao was the last one to leave.
No one saw the missing boxes and things.
Zhang Baocheng led the team. He was a local and was familiar with the terrain.
Jiang Xiaoxiao follows in the middle, and Song Moting is at the end.
As the slope of the mountain slowly changed, the temperature seemed to be not so cold. At least the wind blowing on my face was not as bitingly cold as it was just now on the mountain.
Jiang Xiaoxiao felt as if her legs were filled with lead, and every step she took was like she was lifting a thousand-pound stone.
They had walked this long distance for nearly five or six hours, and only rested for ten minutes during the journey.
For Jiang Xiaoxiao, this physically demanding exercise is already her limit.
Sweat was all over her back, body, and forehead, and her lungs felt like they were burning.
I feel like I might collapse at any moment.
Going down the mountain looks easy, but it is actually not as easy as imagined.
It was too clumsy to put on snowshoes, and the way down the mountain was too rough.
The road was extremely rugged and there were unknown dangers hiding beneath the snow.
Sometimes the slope of the mountain road was too steep, and she had to hold on to the crutches tightly from behind, otherwise she would slip and be dragged off the cliff.
Sometimes there was no road ahead, and they had to look around nearby to find a less difficult way down the mountain.
The homemade snow boots were awkward to walk in; she had to lift her legs high with each step, in a weird posture.
She was so tired.
Perhaps because she didn't lift her feet high enough, or perhaps because her shoes were too crude, the head of her right snowshoe suddenly kicked something buried in the snow, and she fell straight forward.
She managed to support herself with her hands, then she knelt on her right knee and slowly sat up.
Her hands and knees tingled, but the pain was most severe in her right ankle.
She cursed silently in her heart, holding her calf, and slowly turned her ankle to see if she had any injuries.
“Are you hurt?”
Song Moting was kneeling on one knee beside her, a long strip of gray rabbit skin covering his mouth and nose, and his black eyes were filled with worry.
"It's okay, just a minor sprain, but I think I can still walk."
As she spoke, she moved the injured area. It was very painful at first, but the pain seemed to ease a lot later.
Nothing seems to be wrong.
She tried to stand up, but the snow boot on her right foot was still tied tightly to her foot.
If her snowshoe had fallen off when she fell, she might not have twisted her ankle at all.
The same is true now.
"Pull me up."
He took her hand and pulled her up.
Support her carefully.
Carefully she shifted her weight onto her injured foot.
The first step was very painful, but the second step was less painful.
"It looks good."
She said.
Let go of his hand.
"Not seriously."
"If you can't walk, I can carry you down the mountain."
He studied her gait with a frown, as if she were a fragile glass doll.
Jiang Xiaoxiao stopped and was stunned by his words.
Is this person still human?
"Are you crazy? You want to carry me down the mountain on your back, even though no one can walk on it. Do you think you are an iron man?"
He glanced at her, his eyes determined.
"Not only can I carry you all the way down the mountain, I can also carry you all the way back to our home."
Jiang Xiaoxiao blushed.
Zhang Baocheng looked at them with a smile, standing at a distance, but he was sure to hear every word they said.
This man, why is he still flirting with me at this time?
"I can walk by myself, I don't need anyone to carry me."
Song Moting smiled.
The young wife is shy.
(End of this chapter)
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