The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 462 Is My Stick Pretty?
In the fruit forest, Purple Ye is picking brown fleshy fruits.

These fleshy fruit trees were traded from the Chenbeishu tribe. The fleshy fruit is about the size of a fist. After maturity, the skin is dark brown, and the flesh is dark red with a fleshy texture.

The fleshy fruit has a meaty taste, hence the name. It is resistant to storage and can satisfy hunger after eating. It is not digested as quickly as other fruits.

Therefore, the fleshy fruit was eaten as one of the staple foods in the tree tribe.

In the Mang tribe, these fruits have also played a very important role, and can save a lot of other food for the Mang tribe every year.

Ziye climbed up the tree, quickly picked the fleshy fruits one by one into the sack tied around her waist, if she couldn't pick them, she used a hook to pick them.

If you poke it directly under the tree with a stick, the outer skin will be damaged after the fruit falls, and the damaged fruit cannot be stored. Unless it is dried in time, it can only be eaten as soon as possible.

Ziye is very careful, so the skins of the fruits she picks are intact. Such fruits can even be stored in a dry place for a whole winter.

At noon, Ziye climbed down from the tree, her stomach was already growling with hunger.

She carefully packed the last sack of fruit into a rattan basket lined with soft hay, and was taken away by the Mang tribe warriors and sent to the warehouse.

"It's time to go back and cook."

Ziye greeted the other fruit pickers, and then walked towards the house where she lived.

Because the house is small, and it is a relatively simple mud-brick house, the person responsible for taking care of the fruit trees can live alone if he does not form a family.

Ziye lives in a small house, only one room, sleeps, cooks, and puts everything in one room.

When Ziye returned to the house, she was surprised to find that the door was open. She was afraid that someone would steal something, so she hurried over.

"Are you back? The rice is cooked for you, and there is meat."

When Ziye walked to the door of her house, she found that Shanwen was looking at her with a silly smile on her face, and there was a smell of meat in the room.

"Who let you in? Get out."

Ziye's face darkened, and she didn't care about Shanwen's identity, so she directly drove him away.

"Hey, I'm kind enough to cook for you and deliver meat to you, why do you still drive me away?"

Ziye couldn't help but push Shanwen out. Although Shanwen is a high-level totem warrior, in the Mang tribe and under Chenbei's rules, no one is allowed to do anything to force others' wishes.

"boom!"

Shan Wen was pushed outside the door, and the door was closed by Ziye from the inside.

Shanwen pushed, and found that the door could not be pushed at all, so he knew that Ziye had locked the door.

In desperation, Shan Wen shouted to the inside: "The two big pieces of meat are for you, remember to put some salt on them, and hang them on the stove to smoke to dry, so as not to spoil them."

After waiting for a while, there was no movement inside, Shan Wen had no choice but to turn around and leave.

In the room, Ziye stared at the hot broth in the pot and the two big pieces of animal meat on the table, dazed.

In fact, she doesn't hate Shanwen, but she lost her family once, and she is really afraid of losing her again.

"Why bother……."

Ziye sighed faintly. This time, she didn't refuse Shanwen's gift again, because the meat in the pot is already cooked, so it can't be thrown away, right?
She silently smeared the meat with salt, put it on a rope, and hung it on the shelf above the stove.

The smoke from burning briquettes in the stove will drive away mosquitoes, and the heat generated by burning briquettes can dry up animal meat.

Ziye took a pottery bowl and scooped out the meat boiled in the pot to eat. She accidentally discovered that there were some purple leaves in it.

Unexpectedly, Shanwen looks so thick and strong, but also has such a careful side.

Because of the name, she has always liked the spice of purple leaves, and she has some in the house.

It doesn't matter whether Yamamon found those purple leaves by chance and put them down to cook the meat, or according to her preference, she found the purple leaves and put them down.

Such a small gesture really moved Ziye.

That's how she is, sometimes, moved by the little things.

"call……"

Ziye blew on the broth in the earthenware bowl, then took a sip.

"Unexpectedly, his cooking skills are not bad."

A smile appeared on Ziye's face. At this moment, her resistance to the mountain pattern was greatly reduced.

In the following days, Ziye was still busy picking fruits, while Shanwen was busy leading the second hunting team to hunt, adding meat to the tribe.

Every time Shanwen gets prey, or gets some good things in the forest, he will send them to Ziye.

He was surprised to find that although Ziye was not very enthusiastic, she did not refuse.

Shanwen is not as careless as he looks, in fact he is a very smart person, he realized that Ziye's attitude has changed.

So, he became more enthusiastic, and ran to Ziye from time to time.

The women of the Mang tribe are all very envious of Ziye, and there are even many people who are jealous.

However, due to the strength and strength of the mountain pattern, no one dared to trouble Ziye even if they were jealous.

A month later, Shanmon was able to eat with Ziye.

One and a half months later, between Shanwen and Ziye, unknowingly, they already had feelings.

The mountain pattern feels almost the same.

On this day, he carefully selected a wooden stick, which was not hard but made of soft wood.

According to the primitive tribal tradition, when a man likes a woman, he can choose to knock her unconscious with a wooden stick and then take her home.

At the beginning, this method was relatively brutal, and it was really knocked out.

But later on, knocking a woman unconscious with a wooden stick became something similar to a ritual. If you really liked someone, you would not be willing to knock them out with a ruthless hand.

So Yamamon deliberately chose a cork stick.

At night, the bright moon hangs high, and the moonlight is like water.

Shan Wen pinned a foot-long wooden stick behind her waist, covered it with her clothes, and walked towards the house where Ziye lived.

On the way, I met some soldiers patrolling by the guards. When they saw the mountain pattern walking towards Ziye's house, they booed immediately.

"Captain Yamamon, are you going to spend the night?"

"Captain Yamamon, I heard that you have been kicked out by Ziye several times."

Shanwen scolded with a smile: "Go, go, you know what a fart, it will definitely be a success tonight."

After the guards laughed and made noise, they continued to patrol, and Shanwen approached Ziye's house. At this moment, he was a little nervous, and he was never nervous when hunting wild animals.

"Dong dong dong..."

Shan Wen knocked on Ziye's door.

"Who?"

Ziye's voice sounded inside.

"It's me, Yamamon."

"Squeak..."

The door of the room was opened, Ziye had just taken a shower, her hair was not dry yet, her hair was loose casually, and she was wearing sackcloth, looking a little wild.

"It's so late, what's the matter?" Ziye asked casually while brushing her wet hair.

"Can I go in and talk?" Shanwen was very nervous.

Ziye looked at the mountain pattern and said, "Come in."

Yamamon entered the small house and closed the door behind him.

Ziye saw it, but didn't stop it.

Ziye sat on the stool, still flicking her hair, trying to make it dry faster.

"Can you say it?"

Shanwen hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, took out the stick, put on a smiling face, and said, "I want to ask you, is my wooden stick good-looking?"

Ziye was silent for a moment, then took the stick, "accidentally" knocked it on her smooth forehead, rolled her eyes, and passed out.

The mountain pattern is dumbfounded, and there is such an operation?
At this time, a hand wrapped around his waist, and the mountain pattern was pulled over...

This night, the wind was particularly loud, and there were some strange sounds mixed in during the period.

(End of this chapter)