Prehistoric Woman Age

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    In the early morning, An Er was so angry that he was upset by that guy from the morning tree. What, you said it! I'm so anxious!"

    "I've been staying in the tribe these days, I want to learn from you... Bamboo Back Basket... Also, your divine book, can you teach me too? I want to remember To live in more edible fruits and grass seeds, I want the people in the tribe to know that I am not a waste, and I am useful!" Lao Luo finally expressed his thoughts.

    He participated in the collection yesterday, although the food that was allocated, if you save it, you can eat it for two or three days. But from today, An'er won't allow him to do tiring work. If the harvest of the hunting team is like before, I'm afraid he really won't be able to get food. Today, An'er didn't go out to collect food. I'm afraid the food she will receive won't be much... Although she said that everything she will eat in the future will come from her. But if An'er doesn't have enough food, will it be given to him?

    Lao Luo's previous experience made him extremely insecure. He wanted to prove that he was useful, not a waste that could only hold the tribe back...

    An'er glanced at the place where the grain seeds were stored, and found that the ugly back basket she made up yesterday was no longer there. Lao Luo followed her line of sight and explained quickly: "Peanuts, as you said, have been dried outside. The bamboo basket was carried away by Nana. She said that if she finds a lot of food, she can use it to carry it back. …”

    An'er thought about it for a while, then nodded and said, "Anyway, you are staying in the tribe these few days, and Abu, just make more baskets or something."

    "The basket? Is it also made of bamboo? Can it also hold things?" When Lao Luo heard the new term, his eyes lit up. If he had learned everything from An'er from the book of gods, the tribesmen would definitely treat him differently, right?

    "Ma Ma, pull out... Tong Tong is hungry!" Tong Tong, who had eaten some porridge in the morning and fell asleep, was woken up by Lao Luo's surprised voice. She rubbed her eyes and hummed. Towards to eat.

    An'er heated up the white porridge in the clay pot, endured the smell of excrement on the little girl, and fed it spoon by spoon into Tongtong's mouth. After the little guy ate a bowl, he fed her bowel-conditioning medicine and anti-inflammatory drugs. The little guy wrinkled his nose and took the bitter medicine. Although his expression was painful, he was not noisy.

    When An'er wanted to boil water to wash Tongtong's body, she felt the poverty of the tribe again. The clay pots in the tribe, except for the one used for sacrifice (now used to hold rice), are the one with a cut in her hand. There was still some white porridge in the clay pot. An'er froze it in the cold spring water, and could only use her helmet to boil the water.

    Pressed the little guy in the water and washed it several times. An'er placed this quiet little girl under a big tree in front of the cave. It was cool in the cave, and she didn't want the little guy to have diarrhea and catch a cold again.

    She, after feeding the lambs and pheasants, also laid a layer of animal skins under the tree, sat on it and taught Lao Luo and Abu hand-in-hand how to weave baskets and baskets.

    When it comes to learning to compile things, Lao Luo is obviously more talented than Abu. That guy Abu, An'er demonstrated over and over again, taught him hand-in-hand, edited and dismantled, dismantled and edited again, until the hunting team returned with a full reward, but still did not come out with a decent basket.

    An'er scolded "stupid" many times in her heart, like a pig's brain, how could she not learn it! Look at Lao Luo, two baskets have been compiled for most of the day, and... An'er has to admit that Lao Luo's basket is well-proportioned and optimistic. It can be said that the blue is better than the blue. (cough cough... don't put gold on your face, the basket you made is much worse than others!)

    However, the mini basket that An'er tried to make by hand was small and cute. Tongtong, who was struggling with the shells of boiled peanuts, saw the small basket and immediately took it for himself. I kept putting peanuts in and out again and had a lot of fun.

    Da'er, who came back with the collection team, squatted beside Tongtong and coaxed the little girl to show him the basket. The little girl held the basket in her arms and stuck her head in, not letting go. Even her own elder brother, Kong Kong, would never even think about taking it from her.

    In desperation, Daer only showed his childish side in a rare way, hugging Aner's arm coquettishly, saying that he wanted a small basket exactly like Tongtong. Hei Qiuqiu's bare-ass little boy, suddenly flashing **** gem-like eyes, the brilliance in his eyes shoots straight into your heart, and no one is reluctant to refuse.

    Small and small, Daer is also a member of the collection team. Therefore, the basket woven for him will naturally not look like the pure toy type in Tongtong's hands. Considering his size and height, Lin An'er made him a medium-sized basket that could hold two or three catties of grain. He also used other colors of rattan to make a decoration on the mouth of the basket. The little black brat hooked the basket with his arms all night. In front of the little friends, he twisted his buttocks and threw his chickens. Walking, it was so hard, people couldn't help but want to grab the little elephant's trunk between the little guy's legs...

    After the collection team returned, more people joined the ranks of learning how to make baskets. An'er had to admire the learning ability of primitive people. A Cai's skill made An'er, a self-proclaimed civilized person from the 24th century, ashamed. With A Cai's help, the children in the tribe soon had a basket in their hands, ranging from small to large.

    As for the backpack, after a day's hard work by Lao Luo and An'er, it is possible that most people can carry one when they go out tomorrow.

    After dinner, An'er and a few clansmen who had learned to weave were dancing with their fingers by the firelight. Asang licked his face and came over again, without saying anything, but his eyes were always on An'er Glancing at the right wrist.

    Nana hugged the lively Tongtong, came over and squeezed the guy away, glared fiercely with her eyes, and when she faced An'er, although her face was still not very good, But it's not like she was always targeting An'er like before. She yelled at her "restless" man: "If you have something to say, hurry up, An'er is busy and doesn't have time to talk to you!"

      Kill the prey, if everyone in our hunting team has one, when hunting large animals, you will not be afraid of being hurt by the prey!"