The midday sun was still intense, and the forest was not as comfortable as it seemed. The moisture on the ground was being evaporated by the heat, and the leaves above blocked the breeze, making it very muggy and humid.
However, this did not dampen their enthusiasm at all. They were so eager that they even skipped their afternoon nap. After lunch, they couldn't wait to head up the mountain.
Their clothes were stained with mud in the morning while chopping bamboo, but they didn't bother to change, since they would be going up the mountain again in the afternoon anyway.
Jiang Hu carried a basket on his back, which contained a kitchen knife, two flints, a small jar of salt, and a clay pot.
Of course, there were also rice balls and water prepared especially for Liu Ze.
He couldn't eat the food outside, but he really wanted to join in, so he had to make do with this little grievance.
