Within less than an hour, Lin Fan had set up a makeshift tent.
Several beams were placed over a pit in the ground, isolating the moisture from the earth.
He then used the dry grass Ning Mengyao had cut to cover the beams above.
For the roof, he made use of broad leaves and small branches.
With this arrangement, as long as there were no violent storms, there should be no major issue.
"I never thought you'd be so skillful and deft; this tent is truly natural."
Ning Mengyao looked at the tent before her.
She couldn't help but marvel at Lin Fan's creativity.
If her phone hadn't gotten water damage, she definitely would have taken a photo to keep as a memento.
"Don't praise me too much; this tent isn't that comfortable to sleep in, and besides, we'll probably be hungry tonight. If you get hungry, all we can do is drink water. The good news is we at least won't be cold."
Lin Fan spoke as he sat in front of the tent.
He piled dry grass and dead branches together.
