Prehistoric Woman Age

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    One more chapter today!

    One big, two, small and three people caught a dozen or so in a row before they came out of the cave reluctantly. When they got home, it was already dark. An'er and the others had already eaten dinner, and they said worriedly, "Why didn't this child come back so late today? Did he rest at Tuwa's house?"

    Before he finished speaking, he heard a saber-toothed tiger in the backyard and rushed out. Listening to the voice, An'er pushed Abu, who was lying on her stomach, and was instructed to talk to the baby to communicate her feelings, and said, "Go and see if Da'er is back."

    Abu lifted An'er's clothes, kissed the belly that was almost transparent, and said, "Da'er is six years old, and he knows the importance, don't worry about him Looking at your stomach, I should really be worried, Ming said, if the child is too big, you are the first child again, and I am afraid you will suffer when you are born..."

    An Er touched her belly, smiled and said: "It's fine, I'm in good health, I've been active recently, and I'm exercising consciously, so I definitely have physical production. You're not suffering from a father-to-be Antenatal Anxiety?"

    "Uh...Isn't this my first time to be a father? By the way, Ming Reliability is not reliable. Find a few more experienced people to accompany you..." Abu bit down Lip, and even wanted to find the great witch and pray for An'er in the yard.

    An'er gave him a charming look and said, "Don't be afraid of the clansmen laughing at you as the patriarch. Don't worry, there are A Cai and Nana, they all have Those who have experience in production, and have been specially trained a few days ago, will be fine..."

    In fact, it was the first time for her to give birth. Although she was comforting Abu, she was still a little nervous. With such backward medical technology as prehistoric, childbirth is considered a gate to hell. An'er gently touched her belly, with a determined look in her eyes - she will definitely give birth to the baby safely, create the most comfortable living environment for him (her), and give him (her) the best of everything.

    "Ming! Ding Ding, they are experimenting with the production of straw paper, have they made progress?" After thinking about the production, there will be lochia. It's unsanitary. If Ding Ding and their dozen or so teams try to make paper, they can try out grass paper at this time. Although it is not as good as toilet paper, it is more acceptable than grass and wood ash.

     Lying on the laptop, searching for the inscription of the production precautions, hearing the words, ran to the outside, took a circle of uneven thickness of blue-yellow paper, and said: "As you expected, the spring The thatch fiber is not tough enough. These are the most successful pieces of paper, not to mention the rough workmanship and easy to break..."

    At this time, the courtyard door rang, and An'er took the straw paper for a while, and said, "Abu, go and see if Da'er is back."

    Then, I touched the stack of blue-yellow straw papers. Indeed, as Ming said, the hand feels very rough, and it is also mixed with fine grass blades that have not been cleaned. It looks similar to the straw paper used for burning paper during the Qingming Festival. She thought for a while and said, "How absorbent is this paper?"

    Ming brought a small glass of boiled water from the outside, drenched it lightly on a piece of paper, and found that it was quickly sucked in. An'er nodded and said, "Although this kind of paper can't be used for writing and copying books, if it is more detailed, it can be used to make toilet paper. Ming, you go and tell Ding Ding and the others that they will work harder these days and put the grass The pulp is pounded a little more, and the bamboo curtains are smoothed out a little more. Maybe it will help the paper..."

    "An, Ann! We caught a lot of fish and kept you in the water tank. After you give birth to a little sister, we will cook fish soup to breastfeed you!" Da'er held the heavy bucket in his hand, Handing it to Abu's father, he ignored his exhaustion and rushed into the room, hurriedly asking An'er for credit.

      Said that fish soup can produce milk? Where did you go to catch fish, and I haven't seen you all day... Tuwa, come and sit and rest... You won't run around with a Tuo for a day, right?"

    Da Er took off her shoes, sat cross-legged on the earthen kang, and said with a smile: "An, I not only know that fish soup can produce milk, but I also know that stewing pig feet can also produce milk! Abu Dad and Ming, both worried that your **** are too small, and the milk stored in them is not enough for the little sister to drink. They are thinking of ways to find something to feed you. Tuwa and I, I heard that the transparent fish in the cave tastes very good. To make up my body, I asked Ah Tu to take us to catch a dozen or so and bring them back, keep them in the water tank, and make soup for you to drink after the little sister is born!"

    How deep is the underground river in the cave? Da'er and Tuwa are so young, and when they came back, they had to carry fish buckets... An'er hugged the two children distressedly, complaining: "For a few small fish, after walking such a long way, there is another place in the cave. It's dark and hard to walk, you two children are really... The fish in the Biqing River, although the taste is a little worse, can still make soup and milk! Ah Tu, you are too, don't stop it, just let it go The two children are fooling around!"

    Atu smiled and said: "Isn't this what Da'er and Tuwa have for you! Do you still have anything to eat? We haven't eaten dinner yet, and our stomachs are starting to beat! "

    When An Er heard this, she felt even more distressed: "It will take a whole day to enter and exit the cave. Are you hungry? Ye, look at the beef in the kitchen. Are the buns still hot? And sweet potato porridge, help them warm it up too! Da’er, Tuwa, come, eat some jerky first…”

    Da'er leaned beside An'er with a smile, glanced at Ah Tu, and said, "An, don't listen to Ah Tu! We brought dry food and roasted a few fish in it. After eating it, how can he be so hungry? Are the beef buns for dinner? The stuffing made by Xiao Xueer? Tuwa, you will have a good time later, Xiao Xueer's craftsmanship is getting better and better now!"

    An'er shaves a few times on his face, and says: "Yes, Xiao Xueer is the best in your heart, no one can compare..."

    Da'er waved her little hand and shouted: "Who said that? I'm seeking truth from facts. Ann's craftsmanship is much better than that of Xiao Xue'er. Compared with you, Xiao Xue'er is an apprentice who has not graduated. But , Your body is inconvenient now, which makes her look amazing."

    Yingxue, who came in with the meat buns, heard the words and feigned anger: "Okay! Don't eat the beef buns, my apprentice made the buns, don't let Da'er fall. appetite..."

    "Don't, don't! As long as it's made by Xiao Xue'er, I think it's supremely delicious... Beef buns are here, Tuwa, try it!" Da'er rushed in front of Yingxue, Taking the bun in her hand, he winked at her with a smile on his face.

    An'er watched the interaction of several little guys, and the smile on the corner of her mouth kept smiling. She stroked her round belly—her children would be as lively and lovely as them...

    The days of An Er, a pregnant woman, were peacefully spent in the moonlight. A few days later, An'er felt that her stomach began to sag, and her waist also felt sore from time to time. Although there are still more than ten days before the budgeted delivery date, she still asks people to prepare the things for production, which may be used at any time.

    An Er felt a little strange, didn't she say that the first child will be delayed a little bit? How do I feel that the child in my belly wants to arrive early. However, the days are almost the same, ten days and a half months in advance will have no effect on the child.

    In the afternoon, An'er was in the yard, bathed in the warm sunshine, with the support of Yingxue and Da'er, walking slowly. Only when the door slammed, Ding Ding came in from the outside with a bundle of things in his pocket.

    "An'er, An'er! The fifth papermaking experiment is over. Look, is the paper produced better than last time?" , volunteered to join. In the past month of observation, she is the most patient and talented one among the people she has selected. Therefore, An'er temporarily handed the papermaking to her. Anyway, before the formal papermaking experiment started, she was left to toss. However, the paper-making team used the simplest material, thatch, to actually make paper, which surprised An'er.

    Then use a bamboo curtain to scoop out the pulp and dry it, and the paper is formed. It seems easy, because it is the first time to make paper, there is no experience to follow, and everything needs to be tried. Just the steps of cooking and mashing, the papermaking team has tried no less than ten times. Not to mention the blending of pulp, and the strength and angle of catching the paper, all require a little bit of experimentation. In just over 20 days, An'er was surprised to be able to manufacture paper.

    An'er took the grass paper from Dingding's hand, and found that although the thickness was still uneven, it was much finer than the last inscription brought back. a lot. She happily said: "That's right! If you practice more on the fishing paper to achieve a uniform thickness, you will have a good foundation for making bamboo paper and paper mulberry paper in the future! Ding Ding, I will make the patriarch in the Biqing River. By the way, I'll build a paper factory for you, dig more pools... If you need anything, just ask Ming or me directly..."

    Ding Ding thought for a while, and said: "We need a large pottery pot, it doesn't need to be particularly exquisite, just like a water tank, the bigger the better. I hope the pottery firing team can give more Burn a few, and An’er’s idea of ​​integrating the clay pot with the charcoal stove, we hope you can give me some guidance…”

    An'er frowned, nodded and said: "The pottery pot for steaming, you can just ask Ming Dao to tell the pottery team, it's better for you to follow and explain the size you want . As for the boiler, I'll go take a look with you when the paper mill is finished... s-"

    Suddenly, her complexion changed, her slow pacing stopped, her brows furrowed tightly, and a painful moan came out of her mouth...