Farming in ancient times: Dressing up as a group of beasts to pamper Xiaojiaojiao

Chapter 237 Do You Like Xuan Mo?

"Bastard, it's all your fault, I've lost all face." Luo Qingqing hid under the quilt, her voice buzzing.

Hu Xiaoyue's stern face suddenly softened, and she sat on the side of the bed and lifted the animal skin quilt from her body: "You are right, it is all my fault, I apologize to you.

Are you hungry?
I deliberately brought you some food from the open space, get up and eat. "

Luo Qingqing didn't want to talk to him, but couldn't bear the hunger, so she just gave him a sideways glance and got up from the bed: "Yue, it's already noon, right?"

"Well, the houses have already been built. In the afternoon, I will ask those men to learn how to make furniture from Uncle Luo Yan. This way, we can stay at home when it rains, and we don't have to go to the open space to cook." Fox Xiao Yue Wu combed her fingers, combing her long hair hanging behind her.

Seeing that the rain was coming, Hu Xiaoyue asked Xuan Mo's half-grown children to stop hunting for food and catching small animals in the mountains and forests, and asked them to collect as much dry firewood as possible so that they could distribute it to everyone. Every household.

At this time, in the open space, Yunsu had already distributed the food he had hoarded to the people one by one.

This heavy rain indicates that the tribe will implement private ownership in the future.

Except for those old people who are too old and weak to hunt, the rest cannot receive food from the tribe.

Every time a person goes out to hunt, he needs to hand in a certain share to the tribe. Except for distributing to the old people, the rest must be hoarded for emergencies.

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After filling his stomach, Luo Qingqing did not go to the open space, but wandered around in his yard.

The tribe wanted to distribute food, so she had to find a way to get a cellar in her home, and she had to stock up a lot of food so that she wouldn't worry about being hungry in the future.

Now Hu Xiaoyue is busy, and it is inconvenient to build a cellar when it rains.

Thinking of this, Luo Qingqing circled around her own house. On the cliff behind the one-shoulder house, half a person's height, a dark hole was exposed. Luo Qingqing was overjoyed immediately.

She lifted her foot and was about to climb up to have a look, but there was a sound like warm wind behind her.

"Qingqing, you girl, what are you doing?"

Luo Qingqing turned her head and saw Jiahe standing behind her, she showed a warm smile: "I'm looking for a place to build a cellar, the tribe is going to implement private ownership, after having a cellar, the house won't be overcrowded that's it.

By the way, second uncle, when you go back, remember to remind second uncle to build a big cellar in your house. "

"Well, okay." Jiahe responded with a smile: "Qingqing, how did the blowing arrows you made last night work?"

Luo Qingqing smiled calmly: "Uncle Fox's craftsmanship is very good, and blowing arrows are very useful. When you feel better, let Uncle Fox make one for you, and ask Second Uncle to take you to the woods to try it out."

"Me? I'm afraid it won't work." Jiahe smiled wryly.

Luo Qingqing couldn't bear to see that wonderful man lonely, and comforted him softly: "Why not? Blowing arrows is very convenient to use, and basically doesn't require too much effort."

Hearing this, Jiahe was pleasantly surprised: "If this is really the case, maybe I can really try it."

The two talked for a while, and walked towards the open space supporting each other.

As soon as he walked to the open space, he saw blood dripping from Xuan Mo's wrist.

Jiahe left Luo Qingqing behind, ran to Xuan Mo's side without saying a word, grabbed Xuan Mo's arm in panic: "Little Mo, why are you injured? Did you fight with someone? Or did someone bully you?"

Jiahe lost the gentleness of the past, and spoke like a machine gun, burbling endlessly.

However, Xuan Mo seemed to have gotten used to it a long time ago, squeezed her hand, and quickly comforted her: "Auntie, calm down, don't worry, or you will feel bad again soon."

"Not in a hurry? I'm dying of anxiety. Didn't I tell you that if anyone dares to bully you, tell your uncle and let your uncle eliminate those disobedient people." Jiahe took his little hand, his eyes were full It is distressed.

Hu Mo's seniority is too high in the clan.

From Hu Xiaoyue's generation, they have uniformly called him uncle.

Luo Qingqing looked at this scene in amazement, and glanced over the crowd, only to find that the people around him seemed to be familiar with it, and Xihu was already used to this scene.

That little guy Xuanmo, who lost his parents and refused to be adopted by his tribe, is still alive to this day, and he has an inseparable relationship with Jiahe.

During these years in the Fengdu Grassland, as soon as winter came, Jiahe would ask Humo to forcefully take Xuanmo back to the cave to take care of him.

Seeing Jiahe's eyes turning red, Xuan Mo hastily and skillfully covered her chest: "Auntie, stop talking, come and take a deep breath like me."

After Jiahe regained his composure, he said calmly: "The injury on my wrist was caused by an accidental fall and scratched by thorns when I was just picking up dry firewood. Just put the medicine on and you'll be fine."

After listening to his explanation, Jiahe finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine if you're fine, as long as you're fine."

After a few more conversations, Xuan Mo left with a group of half-grown children.

Jiahe stared at Xuan Mo's disappearing figure, with a gentle smile on his pale face, that child was really sensible.

A sensible person makes me feel a little distressed.

Luo Qingqing put her hand on Jiahe's shoulder: "Uncle, do you like Xuanmo very much?"

"He's really sensible. Even though he's still a child, he's more composed than an adult, and he's very disciplined in doing things. He's a pain in the ass, but it's a pity..."

Jiahe stopped suddenly, and smiled awkwardly: "Qingqing, I'm sorry, I talk too much, you don't think I'm annoying, do you?"

It was very easy to get along with Luo Qingqing, but when she couldn't help it, she became a little wordy, and the words hidden in her heart poured out all at once.

She often stays alone, it's really boring, that's why she wants to join the crowd.

But her body is too weak, even if she can get Humo's permission, she can't walk into the jungle like a normal person and enjoy the happy time of laughing and cursing.

Looking at Jiahe's lonely face, Luo Qingqing felt a little sad, took her hand and shook her head slightly: "No, when you feel bored, just come to me."

"Then I'll come to you later, can you teach me how to read?" Jiahe begged eagerly. She once begged Grandma Wangyue to teach her how to read, but Grandma Wangyue refused.

If Luo Qingqing wants to create Wenming, he must first pass on the culture. Jiahe naturally wants to learn from her, so he nodded firmly immediately: "Of course."

"Qingqing, is what you said true? You can't lie to me." Jiahe's gentle face suddenly beamed with joy, and said decisively: "Then I will come to you when I have time. I will go back today, you Get busy with other things!"

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly ran towards his home.

She wants to tell Hu Mo the good news as soon as possible, and he will definitely be happy for herself.

(End of this chapter)