My male is a little squeamish

Chapter 64 Be Prepared
When she was ready to cook, the pearls were all drilled. When she was serving the dishes on the small wooden table, Han Ang suddenly hugged her from behind, raised his hand and put the pearl necklace on her neck.

She froze for a moment, then laughed, touching the pearl necklace and couldn't put it down.

The straw vines for stringing pearls are the same as the straw vines for shoes, only a little more slender.

"There are still a lot of pearls. Do you want to wear some on your hands and feet? I have seen some females wear things on their feet." Han Ang glanced at the half of the pearls beside him and asked.

Yundun shook his head, the pearl is not too small, so it is not so extravagant to wear it all over the body, the point is that it is inconvenient to move.

She thought for a while and said, "After dinner, we will make hairpins together. These pearls can come in handy, and we can keep the inexhaustible ones. They can be exchanged for things in some tribes far away."

Han Ang thought it was very reasonable, agreed, and pulled her to sit down in front of the table.

On a small low table, two people sit opposite each other on the stone, one holding chopsticks and the other eating together with a fork.

"Go to other tribes to change in a few days. The desert city has almost all these things. Other tribes may be able to exchange some new things." Yundun said.

Han Ang nodded obediently.

After the meal, Yundun lay down on the grass to rest, and Han Ang virtuously washed the bowls and chopsticks, and went into the bamboo forest to find some bamboo and wood.

Afterwards, Han Ang was a little busy carving to ease, Yundun was not good at handwork, so the carving could only be handed over to him, but things like hairpins were really confusing to him, so she could only gesture while he carved slowly. .

She returned several hairpins back and forth, and finally managed to carve a few hairpins that she was quite satisfied with.

A few ordinary and simple hairpins, and the other three are inlaid with black pearls, which is very particular. If they match well, they look good. Ang's head was a little dizzy.

Fortunately, after carving a few simple hairpins, he had a solid idea. They didn't finish carving until late at night, all suffering from backaches.

Yundun put the hairpin in a small bamboo tube and put it in the warehouse, and went to sleep with Han Ang Meimei in his arms.

In the next few days, Han Ang continued to hunt and stockpile food under the urging of his friends.

At this moment, there is already a lot of food in Yundun's warehouse. If she is only given to her alone, it is estimated that a winter will not be a problem at all, but Han Ang is a beastman with a big appetite, and the food is only enough to support him if he does not go hunting. two months.

Thinking that the winter may last for five or six months, she felt horrified, so be prepared, be prepared, she is too insecure about this world.

Stock up on more food. In winter, when the weather is good, Han Ang can go hunting. When there is a snowstorm, he can stay in the den and eat the food in the warehouse. There is nothing to worry about.

Han Ang went out to hunt every day, and came back to eat when it was time to eat. He would hunt nearby and would not go too far.

In addition to making food storage every day, Yundun makes zongzi when there is nothing to do. Whoever has the most bamboo here, I dried some dried bamboo shoots by the way. It is more convenient to put some when making soup.

The warehouse is slowly expanding as more food is put in every day.

The food produced can be harvested in one wave every day. If the food is fed to the elves, the food produced will be faster. According to feeding one meal a day, it can almost increase to two days and three waves of harvest.

　Maybe after refurbishment, my enthusiasm for writing essays has decreased a lot. In fact, when the essays are blocked, I can give up writing and write other types of new books, but... I am not reconciled, I just want to write a beastman essay, and There is now this book.

　　It feels like a duty. Once you write, you have to finish it well. But writing requires inspiration and passion. I am exhausted. I don’t want to write more after I finish writing the day’s update every day.

　　It’s really okay to ask me to add something more, I can’t stand up at all, I can only update under the premise of continuous updating, please understand.

　　If the babies dislike the slow update, just watch it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)