Prehistoric Woman Age

    Stay at home for a day today, code out four chapters, and post them all! Exhausted, please praise...

    Pink, pink, come to the bowl...

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    The kind-hearted Tuwa, seeing that she insisted on not accepting it, gave the half meat bun to the two-year-old child in the tribe who watched others eat the meat bun like a greedy cat.

    The child is going to participate in the hunt, and the prey will be distributed at night. He is hungry in the morning and sees that everyone else has something to eat. Although he does not cry, he looks at others eagerly drool.

    Those who participate in the work will naturally not give the food they have to an irrelevant child. Tuwa's stomach was full, and he had porridge to drink barbecue food. He couldn't bear to see his pitiful appearance, so he gave him meat buns to eat.

    The next task of shoveling snow is tense but not onerous. Some people took stone shovels in their hands, some held bone shovels, and put the snow into the baskets, and then carried them to the designated place outside the village. Children, push the snow together, adults shovel and carry snow. Nearly 200 people worked together, plus some children and women from the Atayal tribe who could not be idle, also came out to help, and in one morning, the snow in the village was almost shoveled.

    At noon, these laborers were given a roasted sweet potato and a bowl of hot soup, saying that it was to replenish their physical strength, and there were more important tasks in the afternoon. These old, weak, sick and disabled people did not expect that their treatment was so good, and they were moved to tears. When they worked in the afternoon, they were even more energetic.

    In the afternoon, An'er instructed everyone to clear a road that could run horses from the village entrance to the city gate. The amount of labor is relatively large, after all, it is a distance of more than ten kilometers. She even mobilized all the women, old people and children in the Atayal tribe (except the Boy Scouts who patrolled and guarded), and everyone worked together and divided into dozens of groups. There are ten people in each group, and two or three groups are responsible for the distance of one kilometer. Before it gets dark, a road with a width of about four or five meters is finally cleared.

    With this avenue, the team that went out to pick up charcoal and came back with charcoal is also a lot easier; the Atayal people who helped the refugees deliver food and cook, use horses to transport ingredients and cookware. Not so strenuous anymore.

    The area around the refugee camp was also cleaned up, especially the place where the food was cooked yesterday, and people cleaned it up from time to time. Everyone's mental and physical state was better than when they first arrived. Well I don't know how many times.

    One after another, the team responsible for picking up the charcoal has begun to come back, at the place where the opponent's charcoal is. Hills of charcoal have formed. Some of the refugees who are specially responsible for picking white charcoal are mostly women. Although the harvest is a little small, they are more careful when they know that it is the charcoal used by the Atayal people to burn the brazier. The white charcoal picked up in one day is enough to burn until the beginning of spring.

    Peach announced that she would leave the charcoal in the cooking place for a dozen or so baskets, and leave half of it for the camp, and send the rest back to the village. The amount of charcoal consumed every day to cook on the kang is not small! She led the charcoal-picking team to An'er who was riding on a saber-toothed tiger. He smiled and said, "Why did you ride this guy, and you're not afraid to scare others."

    The refugees with charcoal on their backs. Looking at An'er with fear and awe. Everyone knows that this woman came to help them cook yesterday, and she thought she was just a weaker Atayal with fair skin.

    Today, when I saw her riding majestically on a saber-toothed tiger, I realized her extraordinary identity. Could it be a goddess sent by the gods? I didn't expect the goddess to be so approachable and come to help them cook in person.

    The refugees who are fortunate enough to eat the food made by the goddess feel honored and proud. He raised his head so high, as if he was also shrouded in the brilliance of the gods.

    "Report - there is a group of refugees outside, asking for Taiya's blessing!" After a hoove of horses, a boy scout got off his horse and reported to An'er and Taozi. The hunting team hadn't returned, and the only people in charge of the tribe were An'er and Taozi, the elders who were neither elder nor old.

    Because Taozi was not assigned the task of hunting, he took a group of people to pick up charcoal. He felt that he was overqualified, and when he heard that there was something to do, he immediately became energetic. She asked Lao Luo to take everyone to the village, unloaded the horses that were carrying the ingredients, turned over, and said, "An'er, let's go! Let's go and see!"

    As soon as she caught her belly, she ran towards the city gate. An'er arranged the cooking, handed over her work to Xiaoxue and Dingding, and urged Xiaomiao to go in the direction of the city gate.

    The saber-toothed tiger dashed forward, as fast as a gust of wind, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight. The refugee camp started to discuss: "Wow! The goddess, the goddess of Taiya is really powerful. She can actually tame saber-toothed tigers. I heard that there are mammoths. Why haven't I seen them in the past two days?"

    "If I could run a lap on a saber-toothed tiger, I would be so majestic!"

     "Just dream! You are a saber-toothed tiger like a horse, you can easily tame it? If you go up, it will be gone in a blink of an eye - eaten by a saber-toothed tiger for dinner!"

    "Hahaha... However, being able to see the saber-toothed tiger so closely and still be alive is something to be proud of. When I have a child in the future, he will grow up, I will definitely take this matter As capital to show off, it will be passed down from generation to generation!"

    "Yes! That's all you can do! As long as Atayal is willing to accept us, I will worry about not seeing the saber-toothed tiger in the future. Maybe I will have a chance to touch it and ride it around!"

    "Just dream!"

    "It's not bad to be able to dream!"

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    An'er quickly caught up with Peaches and slowed down to keep pace with her. Taozi did not hesitate to praise her: "An'er, you organized people to shovel out this avenue, right? Or you are careful, with this road, it is much more convenient to ride a horse!"

    An'er smiled and said: "I see that the remaining refugees are very pitiful, and I want to help them in disguise, but I didn't expect that their work is still real, and the village will be destroyed in one day. And this road has been shoveled out. Of course, the clansmen in our tribe also contributed! If the snow still falls like this in the future, it will be cleaned every two days, and it will be much easier for their hunting team to go out of the city, right? ?"

    "You can take it easy, don't put all the food we stored into other people's stomachs!" Taozi knows that many people in the tribe are accustomed to a life of rice, noodles and meat. If you go back to the days when you only eat meat and no rice noodles, it is estimated that you will not be used to it!

    An'er gave her a "don't worry" look, and said, "Let's see how the hunting and harvest are today, let's distribute meat in the future. After all, those refugees are like us, accustomed to food and Meat-incorporated diets."

    While speaking, they had come to the city gate. The city gate was open, and more than a hundred refugees gathered outside. Like the previous batch of refugees, they were too dirty to see their original color and gave off an unpleasant odor. Some are injured and are supported by people of the same clan; some are older and are supported by their own children; and there are children who are carried on their backs by adults...

    However, most are young warriors. This is a characteristic shared by every batch of refugees. After all, if you want to survive in the fire and beast tide, it is difficult to support without enough physical strength. Of course, it is also inseparable from the word luck!

    However, from the looks of these people, it can be seen that they are not from the same tribe. The leader was a man in his forties, already known as the "old man" in prehistoric times. He seems to be leading some of them.

    They came to Taiya Gate and saw that in addition to the guards, the patrolling team inside was actually half-aged children. However, although the city wall was wrapped in a thick layer of ice, it seemed very solid. The wooden door is new at first glance, and it is not difficult to guess that Taiya did not survive the fire. What makes them curious is how these Atayal people, and so many children, survived the fire? This magical tribe doesn't seem to be affected much!

    The old man who took the lead stepped forward and asked for asylum. The warrior who guarded the city gate seemed to be incapable of being the master, so he called a young man and asked him to report to someone. Watching the young man jump on a prairie wind beast (horse) and leave gallopingly, some of the refugees exclaimed in admiration, and some, from an angle that others could not see, exuded a vicious and greedy light in their eyes …

    It didn't take long for them to be amazed by a scene that was actually in charge of two women, one riding a hurricane, the other sitting on the back of a huge and colorful saber-toothed tiger. Omg! That's a saber-toothed tiger! Such a wild and incomparably ferocious beast, being driven by a woman, has no intention of resisting. Could it be that the one who came was the legendary goddess?

    Obviously, the old man has seen the world. The saber-toothed tiger came less than ten meters in front, but there was no panic at all. He politely stepped forward and said, "Is it the Lady Goddess who is here?"

     "Exactly, where did you come from? Which tribe did you belong to before? What are your plans for the future?" An'er routinely asked about the situation of the refugees.

    The old man belongs to a medium-to-large tribe of six or seven hundred people at the southern end of the forest, called the Barbarian tribe. In this fire, nearly half of the tribe escaped. However, they disagreed on where to go. More than half of them went further south. It is said that there is a powerful tribe that is willing to take in refugees from the affected tribes. A hundred people, led by the old man, chose the Atayal tribe that they had exchanged with.

    Although the distance is a little far, the road is difficult, but through the contact during the last autumn exchange, he learned that Ataya is a kind race. Unlike the powerful southern tribes he had heard of, they liked to fight everywhere, annexed many small and medium tribes, and forcibly incorporated them into themselves.

    So, after a long journey of more than ten days, I also encountered a small beast tide in the middle, which killed and injured part of the clan, and finally overcame many difficulties and came to Atayal. The people from the original barbarian tribe accounted for about half of the team, with about 60 or 70 people.

    The rest claimed that the original tribe was exterminated and that they escaped by chance. These people are willing to join Atayal. The barbarian tribes, on the other hand, hope to leave after the beginning of the spring, join with the original tribesmen, and revitalize their tribes.

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    Recommended the attached film "The Story of a Noble Girl Farming the Field", modern Chinese medicine wears it to the ancient poor hunter's home, and takes her idiot younger brother to farm to become rich and become a noble girl.