Chapter 307: I can always carry you back to our home

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 doing much better today and can walk with a cane.

Jiang Xiaoxiao made three pairs of shoes out of rabbit skin.

Thanks to Song Moting's skills, he has killed 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 sewed three pieces of rabbit skin on the outside of their cotton shoes to make cotton boots.

It was wrapped up to the knees.

I folded some twigs from the bottom of my cotton shoes, and then used strips of cloth from the quilt lining to tear off and tie them to the shoes.

By increasing the friction, they will 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 away from the cliff, they couldn't see the rescuers at all, nor did they see any signs that anyone was coming to rescue them.

So the three people discussed and concluded that they had to walk out of the mountain on their own feet. There was no other way. If they didn't save themselves at this time, they would have to be trapped in the forest for the rest of their lives.

“It tastes really good!”

Jiang Xiaoxiao suddenly raised his head.

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

His voice was a little hoarse.

"Are you hungry?"

Song Moting never stopped hunting, and he probably killed all the rabbits around him.

I also had to skin and clean rabbits, and I was busy until dawn.

“It’s okay, I’m not very hungry.”

He went out, cleaned his face with snow, and sobered 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 is not good, there will be another snow. I am afraid this snow will be heavy. Then we will really be stuck on the mountain."

The driver’s name is Zhang Baocheng, a native of the country who is 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 the way out, there is nothing wrong with going down the mountain."

Rescue seems to be imminent.

Song Moting was also disappointed, but he could also imagine.

From the perspective of the production captain and field director, it is impossible for everyone to take risks like this.

If he were in that position, he wouldn't let others do that.

You can't morally kidnap others just because you encounter danger. He doesn't think the production captain and Guo Dongjun are at fault.

This rescue is too difficult.

"We are going to go down the mountain now. Once Xiaoxiao has put the last two rabbits together, brought our dry food and all our belongings, we will leave now."

In fact, they don’t have many things to take away. Of course, quilts are essential. They would rather put them on themselves to keep out the cold than leave them here.

When they encounter shelter from the wind on the road, they can also use these quilts to keep out the cold.

But I can’t take my box with me, including the other things in it.

An hour later, the three of them were ready.

The three of them were all wearing coats, and their quilts were rolled into rolls and tied to their backs with ropes.

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

Thanks to the fact that all three of them carried military water bottles.

It is filled with hot water.

Wearing Jiang Xiaoxiao's modified snow boots, not only does he have a coat, he also has 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, the tools are limited in this place. What they can do is really amazing.

If outsiders saw the three of them, they would probably die from laughter.

The dressing of these three people is simply nondescript.

Tramp plus adventurer.

The three people looked at each other and almost laughed.

Holding thick branch 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 missing boxes or things.

The leader is Zhang Baocheng. He is a local and is familiar with the terrain.

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

The **** slowly changes as you go down the mountain. It seems that the temperature is not so cold. At least the wind was blowing on my face, not the biting cold like on the mountain just now.

Jiang Xiaoxiao felt as if his legs were filled with lead, and every move he took felt like he was carrying a thousand kilograms of stone.

They have been walking for nearly five or six hours on this long journey. During this process, I rested for ten minutes.

For Jiang Xiaoxiao, this kind of physical exertion is already her limit.

Her back, body, and forehead were covered in sweat, and her lungs were burning like fire.

Feeling like I might fall down at any time.

Going down the mountain looks simple, but in fact it is not at all what I imagined.

The snowshoes were too awkward to put on, and the path down the mountain was too rough.

The road is very bumpy and unknown dangers are hidden under the snow.

Sometimes the **** of the mountain road is too steep, and she has to hold on tightly to the crutch in her hand from behind, otherwise it will slip and drag her down the cliff.

Sometimes there is no road ahead at all, and they have to search around to find a less difficult way down the mountain.

The homemade snowshoes were awkward to walk on. She had to raise her legs high every step she took, with a strange posture.

She was so tired.

Possibly because her feet were not raised high enough, or perhaps because of the poor quality of her shoes, the head of her right snowshoe suddenly hit something buried in the snow, and she threw herself forward.

She managed to support her body with her hands, then put her right knee on the ground and slowly sat up.

Her hands and knees stung, but the pain in her right ankle was severe.

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

“Are you hurt?“

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

“It’s okay, it’s just a small sprain, but I think I can still walk.”

She moved the injured area as she spoke. It hurt at first, but then the pain seemed to lessen a lot.

It seems like nothing is wrong.

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

When she fell, if the snowshoe came off, she might not twist her foot at all.

It’s the same now.

“Pull me up.”