Regarding Xiao Xiao's sad feelings, Zheng Qing didn't care.

Compared with listening to other people's nagging, Zheng Qing pays more attention to the small fire in front of him. Looking at the orange-red flames emerging from the fire in front of him, the young Gongfei Chang sighed, waved his hand contentedly, and replied:

"As the saying goes, 'the edge of the sword comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of the plum blossom comes from the bitter cold', if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. ”

Zheng Qing, who had just lit the fire, was full of confidence at the moment, pointed out the country, and scolded Fang Xuan:

"The ancients still knew that the heavens would descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically. What's more, my generation?!"

Dr. Xiao Da stared blankly at the refreshed Zheng Qing.

"Did you take the wrong medicine?" he was very suspicious of Zheng Qing's current state.

This question hurt the public-funded students very much.

"I don't have much firewood, go collect firewood...... Don't gossip here all the time. Zheng Qing glanced at the doctor angrily: "It's all here, can you work more actively!"

He said this to Xiao Xiao, and he also said it to himself.

In the original plan, Zheng Qing planned to escape today's spring outing.

He has a lot to worry about lately—the faceless monster hasn't been caught yet; the next semester's schoolwork is getting heavier and heavier; the conflicts between the clubs in the school are becoming more and more prominent, and Zheng Qing, as the head of the Knights of Sins and the Sin Hunter Team, has to spend more time balancing the work of the club; in addition, the work in Professor Montella's laboratory is a headache, and the follow-up debugging work of Sister Colma's magic array will also disturb him from time to time.

The most tiring thing is the eccentric attitude of the gypsy witch during this time, sometimes good and sometimes bad, sometimes the two of them are still smiling and laughing together to eat, chat and do their homework one day, and when they meet again the next day, she becomes cold and unapproachable.

Zheng Qing was worried, but he didn't have much to do.

He had tactfully mentioned this to Yelena on a date, but the Gypsy Witch downplayed it by saying that it was normal for traditional magic practice and that there was no need to pay too much attention to it. In desperation, Zheng Qing could only pay a little more attention to the witch, just in case.

Originally, Zheng Qing planned to escape this trip, but he had even made a report to Professor Montella, and the professor also agreed to give him a note that "due to busy affairs, Zheng Qing was called to assist in the laboratory work, Yunyun". Of course, the work in the laboratory during the Forbidden Demon Festival is to organize and organize the materials, and there is absolutely no work related to magic.

But after hearing that Yelena would participate in this outing, he finally did not become a deserter, and chose to walk out of the library with everyone and go to the field under the spring sun.

Traditionally, witches were responsible for gathering wild vegetables, wild fruits, mushrooms, water, and other food, while male witches were responsible for lighting fires, burying stoves, building pergolas, and hunting.

Of course, today's young wizards hunt not the dangerous magical creatures of the day, but wild animals such as rabbits, gophers, and wild birds. The tools they used for hunting were no longer magic books and talismans, but ropes, sticks, and shovels.

Ropes are used to lower the lasso, and shovels are used to dig traps.

This novel method of hunting has surprisingly won the attention of many male witches. Most of the boys, including Xin Fatzi and Zhang Jixin, chose to go hunting. So Downton finally arranged for Zheng Qing, Xiao Xiao and others, who were relatively thin and not so interested, to be responsible for burying the fire.

In this regard, Zheng Qing has nothing to do.

He came to participate in this outing, mainly to spend more time with Yelena. As long as the two are not separated too far, Zheng Qing can pick all the work of burying the stove and lighting the fire.

"Are you sure you want me to pick up firewood?" Xiao Xiao hugged the notebook, glanced at Zheng Qing, and coughed lightly: "I just saw Yelena go to the Soul Returning Poplar Forest to pick up mushrooms......

"Come on, come on, the fire is ready, come and see the fire. When Zheng Qing heard this, he jumped up without saying a word, raised his hand and stuffed the stick holding the fire into Xiao Xiao's hand, and at the same time ate what he had said before: "I'm going to collect firewood, you stay here and don't move...... You have little experience, and the firewood you pick up is not burning. ”

Xiao Xiao sneered twice and did not argue.

Zheng Qing didn't have any embarrassed look on his face, but naturally rubbed the black ash on the corner of Xiao Xiao's robe, completely ignoring the blue tendons that bloomed at the corner of Xiao Xiao's forehead.

Chasing the back of the witch's disappearance, Zheng Qing slipped into the rejuvenating poplar forest.

But to his disappointment, Yelena's red robe had disappeared into the depths of the woods, which were full of trees and shrubs. As far as the eye can see, you can only see the rejuvenating poplars of different heights and thicknesses, as well as the sound of the wind in your ears.

The young wizard sighed deeply and turned his attention to his mission.

Collecting firewood, as the name suggests, is to pick up branches and wood on the ground that can be used to make a fire.

Soon, Zheng Qing found that this was not a simple matter - the twigs and tree strips that fell on the ground in the forest were probably taken away by the animals that built nests, and there was a layer of dead leaves on the ground, but everyone knew that this kind of leaf was not burned, and under the shallow dead leaves on the surface, there was a thick humus layer, not to mention that it was moist and not easy to burn, and the poisonous insects hidden in the humus layer alone discouraged the young wizard.

Zheng Qing's only option was to pull some dry branches from the trees in the forest.

It's a lot of work.

The thin branches were not burned, and he could not pull them when they were thick, and the tall ones could not be reached, and he tried to pull them down from the low trees, but found that the bark was still green. There is no doubt that this kind of green bark branch thrown into the fire will only burn a cloud of green smoke, and it is impossible to say that Zheng Qing will be beaten by the choking witches and wizards.

Thinking of this, the public scholarship student couldn't help but shudder, shook his head, and expelled those terrible images from his mind.

In front of me was a small, thin tree, which looked just the right size for a fire. The only problem is that the bark is still a little green, and the roots grip the ground is a bit strong, so it is not easy to pull it out and take it away.

Then he looked left and right.

The woods were silent, and there was not a single figure.

The wizard's hand silently reached into the gray cloth bag around his waist, and pulled out his magic book, intending to cast a few drying and cutting spells on the small tree in front of him.

Although it is the Forbidden Demon Festival, as long as no one sees it, it shouldn't matter, Zheng Qing thought secretly in his heart.

"Yo yo, this won't work!"

An abrupt unfamiliar voice sounded above Zheng Qing's head, startling him, and the law books he pulled out were subconsciously stuffed back, and he grabbed the Colt silver python in his hand.