"I heard that only in those high schools in Yanzhou City, students have the opportunity to go to the base for exercises. Our Taoshi City is actually so fashionable. Do you want to learn this from others?"

Mu Qingyun listened to Wang Mengmeng's chatter, and suddenly felt a little hungry. He took out two beef jerky and chewed them.

Before getting up early and going out, she actually ate two kilograms of ribs, three kilograms of beef, three bowls of soup, and half a bowl of steamed buns and flower rolls.

If I continue to eat like this, I'm afraid I will go bankrupt.

Mu Qingyun sighed, stretched out his hand and pulled Jia Junhao: "I'm hungry, let's continue the story from last night."

Find something to divert your attention to avoid heartburn from hunger.

Last night, after Mu Qingyun and the others finished eating, bathed and changed clothes, they sat in the pavilion admiring the moon, drinking tea and chatting.

I originally wanted to talk about the plot of the short script, but Mr. Qiao and Teacher Xiao Fang didn't take it seriously at all, so they just chatted and went off topic.

Later, Jia Junhao came out to hang out after exercising, which made Mu Qingyun even more embarrassed to speak, so he stopped thinking about it.

There is so much elegance in admiring the moon and sipping tea. It’s a beautiful night, so why ruin the scenery?

Unfortunately, it was Teacher Xiao Fang who did this elegant thing while admiring the moon and sipping tea. Mu Qingyun was forced to endorse and practice calligraphy.

Jia Junhao also told her a story, saying that it was to cultivate her ability to remain quiet in the midst of turmoil.

Mu Qingyun: "Is it useful?"

Apart from anything else, what's the use of practicing calligraphy?

"Sometimes it works."

That'll be fine too.

Jia Junhao told him the story of Teacher Xiaofang and Mr. Qiao.

It is said that Lou Fang’s biggest hobby is not writing books, but acting.

Jia Junhao met Lou Fang for the first time. Lou Fang was a Doctors Without Borders who was not afraid of hardships.

At that time, in the plateau continent, a war-torn place, Jia Junhao went to kill people.

As a result, we met Lou Fang, a weak scholar who tried his best to save people under the bombardment like splashing ink.

"Seeing him on the line between life and death countless times, I still thought at that time, it was strange that the Lou family, a family full of thorns and everyone with a hundred selfish intentions, could somehow raise a person like Lou Fang."

"Later I found out that at that time he was just playing the role of a benevolent doctor who wanted to help the world and save people."

"When other actors act in a play, they are all fake no matter what. This guy is really risking his life when he acts. The play is not over. He is just that kind of doctor. Even if he dies, he will not get out on his own."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

She had never seen Teacher Xiao Fang in the play.

However, she also felt that Teacher Xiaofang was the kind of person who would not hesitate to take life when necessary.

The school bus finally stopped.

"Oh My God!"

As soon as Wang Mengmeng got out of the car, she took several steps back and hid behind Mu Qingyun shivering.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

The ruins are broken, and everything is desolate.

If the poet were here, he would not be able to compose a moving poem.

If a painter were here, he would not be able to paint an immortal masterpiece.

But now they are a group of students standing here with blank eyes and dripping with cold sweat.

The so-called base looked dilapidated at first glance. The house was leaking, the windows were incomplete, glass fell all over the floor, the ground was overgrown with thorns, and layers of moss spread over it.

The roof was covered with spider webs and there were countless dead branches and leaves.

Not to mention the girls, even the group of male classmates turned pale when they saw such an environment.

The teachers called several boys in their classes to get rags, water pipes, basins, brooms, and mops. They piled the equipment in front of the students and said with a smile: "The boys' dormitory is to the east, and the girls' dormitory is to the west."

, now the squad leader and team leaders come to me to get their number plates and allocate dormitories."

"Your task today is to build a safe house for yourself. You all have gone to junior high school. You memorize the safety rules every day. You can't just talk about it all the time, but you must also know what a safe house should look like."

Everyone: "..."

Just when all the students were about to explode, several more school buses arrived one after another.

It's from No. 1 Middle School.

As soon as the school bus stopped, many students spontaneously got out of the car and lined up, each with their chests raised and their heads raised, as if they were not looking at dilapidated houses overgrown with withered grass but luxurious palaces.

In an instant, all the students in No. 13 Middle School silenced themselves and refused to utter a single complaint.

Jia Junhao yawned and whispered: "Now are students divided into three, six, and nine grades?"

Mu Qingyun smiled: "It sounds like you are very old and out of date."

When she faced good students from good schools before, she didn't realize she felt a little inferior.

It seems that students of this age are particularly sensitive to many things. What adults think is no big deal is a big deal in their eyes.

The students from No. 13 Middle School have little confidence in front of the students from No. 1 Middle School, and they are very ordinary.

Jia Junhao seemed to be very interested in the scene before him and found it novel.

He did not receive a normal school education when he was a child. It was because of work needs that he received a double degree in mathematics and law from Yanzhou University.

But he has no idea about high school life.

When he accepts a mission, it is impossible for him to accept a job involving these children.

Soon, the students in the class were divided into dormitories according to groups, as well as various cleaning tools. They lined up and started walking to their dormitories. The direction Jia Junhao went to the teacher's dormitory was not the same as them.

Mu Qingyun said quickly: "Don't install traps, don't set traps."

Jia Junhao: "..."

Mu Qingyun ignored him and quickly met up with his roommate. Wang Mengmeng shared a room with her.

There are two roommates I don’t know very well.

One is named Fang Mo. She is tall and slim, and is very well dressed. Her family conditions are not bad, but her personality is a bit cold and she doesn't talk much. However, she looks like she is very capable of carrying a piece of cloth, so she shouldn't be difficult to get along with.

The other one named Zhou Yuan is a bit inconspicuous, with a round body, a few pimples on his face, and a shy personality. He laughs whenever he sees people and doesn't like to talk much.

When Wang Mengmeng looked at them, she whispered to Mu Qingyun: "Fortunately, they all seem to get along well."

"The dormitory we are sleeping in is obviously a haunted house, right? The dormitory where my sister lived thirty years ago was a hundred times better than this one."

Mu Qingyun and others were introducing themselves when miserable screams were heard outside.

Wang Mengmeng looked around and felt a little helpless. This dormitory was completely designed to imitate the shelters during the catastrophe. It was a semi-underground structure and wrapped in iron sheets.

There was a thick layer of dust on the ground, almost covering the tops of my feet.

There were bows, arrows, daggers hanging on the walls, and medical kits on the iron shelves, some of which I didn't recognize at all.

There were all kinds of messy pieces of wood, iron pillars, and other debris piled up in the corner. I didn't know what they were.

After looking around, Wang Mengmeng murmured: "Shall we hire a cleaner?"

Everyone: "..."

The four people looked at each other.

Mu Qingyun turned his apron inside out, and everyone put on their aprons, hats and gloves together.

First, sweep down the thick dust and cobwebs from the corners of the roof, then wipe the surface of the bed and cabinets.

I pulled out a tarp to cover the bedding, simply connected a hose to the water pipe, and rinsed it directly.

[Twenty minutes of sweeping the floor will increase physical strength by 0.03, and thirty minutes of mopping the floor will increase physical strength by 0.01...]

Various prompts kept flashing on the system panel, and Mu Qingyun couldn't help but laugh.

After tidying up for more than an hour, Wang Mengmeng exhaled. She was panting and exhausted. She looked up at Mu Qingyun, who was humming a little tune. There was no trace of exhaustion on his face, only excitement.

Wang Mengmeng: "Ah Qing, you are still awesome."

Mu Qingyun polished the whole house until it sparkled, and found that except for a few shelves in the windows and corners, the house was empty.

Wang Mengmeng was also worried: "There's not even a table or chairs?"

Mu Qingyun thought for a moment, then took out the messy things in the corner and arranged them. The more he looked at them, the more familiar they looked. After a while, he suddenly realized that he quickly put the messy pile of wood into categories and started to clean it up.

Not long after, a square table large enough for four or five people appeared in front of them.

Mu Qingyun took out tools from the debris and polished it a little, and applied a layer of oil. The entire table appeared smooth and smooth, with oily tentacles. The light from the skylight actually had a golden tint.

【Woodworking 0.0010.001......】

This table is made of mortise and tenon structure. Mu Qingyun has only read about the relevant techniques in ancient books and has never practiced it. He can only follow it slowly and little by little. After completing it, he directly activates another skill. It is extremely satisfying.

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I simply cleaned all these debris in one go, arranged them neatly, and looked at them carefully, and found that nothing was useless.
To be continued...