"Trees that are too big are difficult to transplant because their roots are deep underground. If you want to plant some, plant some small saplings. Pay attention to the variety; don't plant lint-producing trees or mulberry trees with broken leaves, as they attract insects."
"Okay, then I'll go find two sweet fruit trees and plant them next to the wall. If they grow well, we won't have to run outside to pick sweet fruit anymore."
Song Mu memorized it, and after practicing, he dug two holes outside the courtyard wall.
Ling Yun came back and saw him breaking ground outside. He asked and he nodded.
"Don't go out tomorrow. I want to take Xiaoqiu to the spring. We've been exposed to the sun for several days now. The weather is really irritating, and Xiaoqiu is also very hot."
Ling Yun thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then I'll go out and make some arrangements after dinner tonight."
Almost all the males in the tribe knew about that spring. They would drink water there when passing by. As soon as Song Mu mentioned it, Ling Yun knew what he was talking about.
The two of them did what they said and took Lin Qiu out the next morning when it was still cool.
This spring is not close to the tribe, but fortunately the forest is rich in vegetation and shaded by trees, so the temperature is a little lower than in the tribe.
There were still a lot of mosquitoes. Lin Qiu had fumigated herself with insect repellent herbs, but from time to time she could still see mosquitoes circling around and trying to get close to her. Ling Yun and Song Mu would use their tails to help her drive them away.
On the way, Ling Yun frowned: "Why does this stream look so much smaller?"
This stream runs through the forest. It is a relatively large stream in this forest. It is formed by the confluence of several small streams.
Song Mu said, "The weather has been dry recently, and it hasn't rained."
"The tribe is repairing a waterway, but I didn't notice it. Maybe the flow of the stream in our tribe has also decreased."
Ling Yun's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
"Wasn't it like this in previous summers?" Lin Qiu's heart skipped a beat. This year, indeed, not a single drop of rain had fallen since the beginning of summer.
If there is a severe drought this year, all the crops planted in the fields will be burned to ashes.
If it is more serious, even drinking will be a problem and it can be fatal!
Ling Yun was very worried. He could have asked the people in the tribe to store water quickly to ensure drinking water for the tribe before the rainy season, but the number of wild beasts in the forest had already decreased sharply due to the beast tide in the cold season. If there was no water source, they would have no chance of survival.
The tiger tribe will not live comfortably without a source of food.
Ling Yun frowned, and Song Mu swept him with the tip of his tail, telling him not to think about these things in front of Xiao Qiu.
Ling Yun straightened his expression and said to Lin Qiu, "Don't think too much, the spring is just ahead."
After passing through layers of trees, Lin Qiu saw a clear spring on the natural stone steps.
She was a little worried: "Won't we pollute the spring?"
"It's okay. The water keeps gushing out from underground. It will flow along the stream and gradually become clear."
Hearing this, Lin Qiu walked over and swung his hand in the cold water: "It's really cool!"
Ling Yun's ears twitched, and he walked over to Lin Qiu and jumped into the spring: "Xiao Qiu, come here quickly."
Lin Qiu blushed, and Song Mu picked her up from behind and carried her into the spring.
"My clothes!" Lin Qiu exclaimed.
Song Mu said, "I'll help you wash it. It's hot now, so it'll dry in a while if you hang it on the treetop."
The linen is thin and breathable, and the moisture inside evaporates quickly after being wrung out.
As Song Mu spoke, he was about to take off Lin Qiu's clothes.
Lin Qiu crossed his arms and said, "No, take it off later!"
Although there were trees nearby to provide shelter, Lin Qiu found it a little hard to accept being naked outdoors.
Ling Yun rubbed his wet tiger head against Lin Qiu's shoulder, looking at Song Mu while leaning on him like a little tiger: "Please wash my skirt. Thank you."
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