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 much better today and can walk with crutches.

Jiang Xiaoxiao made three pairs of shoes with rabbit skins.

Thanks to Song Moting's good skills, he has hunted more than a dozen rabbits in the past two days.

There is not much else on this mountain, but there are a lot of rabbits.

Jiang Xiaoxiao sewed three rabbit skins on the outside of their cotton shoes to make cotton boots.

It was wrapped all the way to the knees.

Some small branches were broken under the cotton shoes, and then the strips of cloth torn from the lining of the quilt were tied to the shoes.

This increased friction, so they would not be in danger when walking on the snow.

It has been three days since the day they fell.

Probably because the place where they fell was too far from the cliff, they could not see any rescuers at all, and they did not see any signs of rescue.

So the three people discussed and decided to walk out of this mountain with their own feet. There was no other way. If they did not save themselves at this time, they would be trapped in this forest for the rest of their lives.

"It smells really good!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao raised his head suddenly.

Song Moting stood beside him, with messy black hair, a green beard on his chin, and sleepiness in his eyes.

His voice was a little hoarse.

"Are you hungry?"

Song Moting never stopped hunting, and he should have killed all the rabbits around.

He also had to skin and clean the rabbits, and he was busy until dawn.

"It's okay, not very hungry."

He walked out and cleaned his face with snow, and woke up completely.

The tractor driver also got up and followed.

"We must go down the mountain as soon as possible. I think the weather is not right. If it's not good, I'm afraid there will be another snow. I'm afraid this snow will be heavy, and we will be trapped on the mountain."

The driver's name is Zhang Baocheng, a local who was born and raised there. He is more familiar with the terrain and the 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 seems that rescue will not come.

Song Moting was also disappointed, but he could think of it.

From the perspective of the production team leader and the farm manager, it is impossible to let everyone take such risks.

If he were in that position, he would not let others do that.

You can't morally blackmail others just because you encounter dangerous things. He doesn't think the production team leader and Guo Dongjun are wrong.

This rescue is too difficult.

"We are going to go down the mountain now. After Xiaoxiao takes care of the last two rabbits, take our dry food and all our things, and we will leave now."

In fact, they can't take much with them. Of course, quilts are indispensable. It's better to put them on to keep warm than to leave them here.

When they encounter shelter from the wind on the road, they can still use these quilts to keep warm.

But their boxes, including the other things in the boxes, can't be taken away.

An hour later, the three people have packed everything.

All three of them wore coats, rolled up the quilts, and tied them to their backs with ropes.

The pillowcases and pillowcases were sewn into simple backpacks, which contained their food.

Fortunately, all three of them brought military water bottles.

It was filled with hot water.

On his feet, he wore snow boots modified by Jiang Xiaoxiao. Not only did he wear a coat, but he also had rabbit skin leather pants on his legs and a rabbit skin leather hat on his head.

Jiang Xiaoxiao's craftsmanship was just not satisfactory. After all, there were limited tools in this place, and what they could do was really hilarious.

If outsiders saw the three of them, they would probably laugh to death.

The three people's outfits were simply incongruous.

Tramps plus adventurers.

The three people looked at each other and almost burst out laughing.

Holding thick branches and crutches in their hands, the three people began to walk down the mountain with difficulty.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was the last to leave.

No one saw the disappeared box and things.

Zhang Baocheng led the way. He was a local and was more familiar with the terrain.

Jiang Xiaoxiao followed in the middle, and Song Moting was at the end.

As the slope of the mountain slowly changed, it seemed that the temperature was not so cold. At least the wind blowing on the face was not as biting cold as it was on the mountain just now.

Jiang Xiaoxiao felt like her legs were filled with lead, and every step she took was like carrying a thousand-pound stone.

They had walked for nearly five or six hours on this long journey. They only rested for ten minutes during the process.

For Jiang Xiaoxiao, this kind of physically demanding exercise was already her limit.

Her back, body, and forehead were all sweaty, and her lungs were burning like fire.

She felt like she might fall down at any time.

Going down the mountain looked simple, but it was actually not as imagined.

It was too clumsy to put on snow boots, and the road down the mountain was too rugged.

The road was very rugged, and unknown dangers were hidden under the snow.

Sometimes the slope of the mountain road was too steep, and she had to hold on to the crutches in her hand tightly behind her, otherwise she would slide down and drag her 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 clumsy to walk on, and she had to lift her legs high with every step, with a strange posture.

She was exhausted.

Perhaps because she didn't lift her foot 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 landed on her right knee and slowly sat up.

Her hands and knees stung, but her right ankle hurt a lot.

She cursed silently in her heart, holding her calf, and slowly turned her ankle to see if she had hurt her bones.

"Are you hurt?"

Song Moting knelt on one knee beside her, a long strip of gray rabbit skin covering his mouth and nose, and a pair of black eyes filled with worry.

"It's okay, just a small sprain, but I think I can still walk."

As she spoke, she moved the injured area, which was very painful at first, but the pain seemed to be much less after a while.

It seemed nothing.

She tried to stand up, but the snowshoe on her right foot was still tied to her foot firmly.

If the snowshoe had fallen off when she fell, she might not have sprained her foot at all.

It's the same now.

"Pull me up."

He took her hand and pulled her up.

He supported her carefully.

She carefully shifted her weight to the injured foot.

The first step was painful, but the second step was less painful.

"It looks fine."

She said.

Let go of his hand.

"It's not bad."

"If you can't walk, I can carry you down the mountain."

He frowned and studied her gait, as if she was a fragile glass doll.

Jiang Xiaoxiao stopped and was stunned by his words.

Is this man still human?

"Are you crazy? You want to carry me down the mountain on a road that no one can walk alone. Do you think you are an iron man?"

He glanced at her with a firm look in his eyes.

"Not only can I carry you all the way down the mountain, I will also carry you all the way back to our home."

Jiang Xiaoxiao blushed.

Zhang Baocheng looked at them with a smile, standing in the distance, but he must have heard every word they said.

This man, when is it, still flirting with me.

"I can walk by myself, I don't need anyone to carry me."

Song Moting smiled.

The young wife is shy.