Prehistoric Woman Age

    Thanks to Wenjun for her auspicious pink and lovely Xili for the reward.

    I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival and Valentine’s Day, and a lot of roses…

    When Da'er heard this, she wrinkled her smile, raised her head and said to Yingxue: "Then... you can bear with me, I'll rub it for you, and you won't have to suffer more in the future!"

    Ying Xuechong smiled encouragingly, and said, "rub it hard, I'm not afraid of pain! It's just... I haven't made dinner for a few days, and everyone has no food to eat..."

    "Don't worry about cooking, I'll help you fix your feet in a moment, I'll cook! Although the food I cook is not as delicious as yours, just eat it, it's not special What's the matter!" Da'er, like a little adult, rubbed her feet hard, while talking to her to distract her. Even so, Yingxue was still sweating from the pain.

    There were already some people over there with rice bags and rice washing baskets, and they went to the water pool to wash the rice again, and there were Atayal warriors who picked up two buckets of clean water and An Er watched the addition of water. Rice is cooked.

    An'er glanced at the Lime tribe that Yingye brought back, all the old and the weak, An'er had some headaches about how to cook dinner. They brought a lot of food, and they were all goods to be exchanged! Fortunately, the guards caught a lot of prey today. Now is the season for fat prey. A takin weighs at least seven or eight hundred pounds, which should be enough to eat... right?

    Yingye kept a piece of the best beef tendon, and An'er also chopped this piece of tendon into meat fillings, preparing wontons and fried dumplings with two fillings. Get up tomorrow morning, heat up the fried dumplings, and deal with one meal. Now it's on the road, so you don't have to be so delicate.

    A Sang took out a large bronze frying pan, washed it by the pool, put it on the fire, and shouted at An'er, "Beef stew with potatoes, should you put the beef or the potatoes first? Or together?"

    “…” An’er put the children on the blanket farther away from the fire, dug out the onion, **** and red pepper from another carriage, cut a small pile, and put the leftovers from yesterday. Cut off some of the fat from the wild boar, and throw it to Assan, who will make it into lard, and then let a few other guards who have nothing to do scrape and wash the small pile of potatoes they took out.

    She carefully cuts the beef in front of the cutting board. It has been a long time since I have done cooking with my own hands, and I feel that the way of chopping vegetables is unfamiliar. There are more than 30 people who want to eat, and there is naturally a lot of beef that needs to be cut. Yingye is reluctant to see that the kitchen knife has turned her white and tender hands red. He grabs the kitchen knife in her hand and helps her cut the beef into the small pieces she needs. .

    Sliced ​​beef and potatoes, piled up into a hill. Fortunately, the pots they brought were the kind of stoves used for marching, and one pot was enough to feed forty or fifty people. An'er stood on a large rock, heated up the oil, put in the onion **** and dried chili peppers and sautéed until fragrant, and then asked Ying Ye and Ying Huo to put hundreds of pounds of beef into the large pot. She held a shovel similar to a bronze shovel. , stir fry vigorously in the pot.

    She has thin arms and legs, and it is really hard to cook with such a huge shovel. Her man looked at the beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, took the shovel in her hand, and said, "I'll fry it. You can watch the heat by the side and add the seasonings."

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    She herself was not idle, while reprimanding Xiao Nianya who was going to grab Lacey's hair, she picked up salt and pepper and other condiments.

    After playing for a while, Lacey, who was physically cooling down, her body temperature has dropped. After being sick for a few days, no grains of rice came in, and his body was extremely weak, and he fell asleep on the blanket. Xiao Nianya didn't know when she climbed over from another blanket, looked at the broken leaves on her messy hair, and wanted to help her pick up the leaves on her head with her hands, but she was scolded by her misunderstood mother, and she was very unhappy He pursed his lips and sat beside Lacey sulking.

    Lian, whose hands were tied with straw ropes, sat beside his sister, watching her peaceful sleeping face, a big stone in his heart finally fell. Since his parents died in the forest fire and the beast swarm, he and his sister have lived together. They fled all the way to the south, and finally escaped to the powerful Zhuoha tribe, and were taken in by the leader of Zhuoha.

    However, when he was elected as the patriarch in danger, he knew how much effort Baba had devoted to the Lyme tribe. His heart was tormented when the head of Droha told him that the "Lyme Tribe" would be history forever. Although, he and his sister received special care and courtesy in the Zhuoha tribe, and he also made an exception to join the city guard.

    However, his clansmen are suffering in the refugee area, receiving only one meal a day, and they don't care if they are full. The Zhuoha tribe is very strict with the management of the foreign population. In winter, when the snow is a little less, no one is allowed to organize a team to go hunting at will. The weather was cold and lacked food and clothing. Some of the weaker members of the original Lyme tribe began to get sick and die...

    As their patriarch Ryan, he could only watch the people die in front of him, but was powerless. Although he joined the **** team and lived in a stone house, the food he received was only enough for him and his sister. In this way, he still tightened his belt, saved some rice noodles from the gap between his teeth, and sent them to the sick clansmen, hoping to save the lives of more clansmen. Even so, after one winter passed, he still lost more than 20 clansmen.

    His method, the leader of Zhuoha knew, called him, and reprimanded him, saying: "survival of the fittest, you can take care of them for a while, but you can't take care of them forever. Zhuoha tribe. If you don’t raise idlers, all people will participate in hunting, labor and war after the spring. Remember, the Lyme tribe no longer exists, and that kind of small farmer thinking must be put away! After the spring, your so-called clansmen, They must be incorporated into the army and march to the southern Da tribe..."

    In the Zhuoha tribe, those ordinary clansmen who were later incorporated are all cannon fodder for war. After participating in an expedition, Ryan saw fewer and fewer clansmen and couldn't sleep every night. Finally, on the way to conquer another tribe, he quietly united all the tribes and successfully became a deserter. Along the way, they not only have to avoid the pursuers sent by the Zhuoha tribe, but also face the test of nature - wind and rain, beasts, disease...

    Walking all the way north for a whole month and a half, although they still can't eat enough food or wear warm clothes, but the mental state of Ryan and the people is very good, because they are free , not to be enslaved by any other tribe, and do not have to worry about being abandoned by others in the next second.

    During this journey, the people who fell ill, died in the mouth of the beast, and those who died in the original war, there were only less than one hundred people left in the Lyme tribe. At this time, his only relative, Lacey, became ill again. At first, it was raining, but he only had a fever. Later, he coughed so badly that he couldn't drink the boiled broth. He vomited as much as he drank. The lively and lovely younger sister was so skinny that only a handful of bones remained. Seeing her spirit gradually slump, he had to temporarily stay in this unowned forest.

    The clansmen have reached a limit both physically and mentally and need to rest. In the grasslands and forests nearby, there are a group of wild sheep and wild cattle. He and his clan can occasionally hunt one or two, plus some small pheasants and hares, and can barely eat half of them every day. But his sister's illness put him in trouble.

    Until ten this evening, he found a caravan passing by and stationed in a nearby valley. He knew very well that only the Atayal tribe, blessed by the Protoss, could tame the masters on the grassland, the wind beasts, and allow them to ride or pull carts obediently. The "artifact" in the hands of the convoy's **** made him a little apprehensive, so he just lied in ambush, waiting for the opportunity to get some rice grain for his sister to cook some porridge to drink, maybe after drinking the porridge, her sister's illness will be cured. So, there was something about capturing Yingxue and robbing the rice sack...

    Ryan touched his sister's forehead, which had returned to normal temperature, secretly rejoicing in his heart - fortunately, fortunately! Fortunately, they met the goddess of the Atayal tribe. Fortunately, the goddess had a way to save his sister. Otherwise, he will lose his only relative.

    He defected with his clan, and survived the thrilling days of being chased at first, for what? Don't you just want to protect your tribe and let the tribe live a stable life? If you can't even protect your only relatives, how can you protect the tribe and the clansmen?

    Looking at the clansmen who were **** and driven into a pile, shivering in the cold night, with skinny faces like haggards, two lines of heroic tears fell on Ryan's thin face.

    "Cough... my brother won't cry, Lacey won't be uncomfortable...cough cough cough—" My sister didn't know when she woke up, looking at the tears on her brother's cheeks, trying to hold up her weak body , with a small hand as thin as a firewood stick, to help my brother wipe away his tears. She tried her best to look good, but the inflammation in her lungs didn't go away, and after a few words, she coughed violently.

    An'er, who finally simmered a large pot of beef, heard the little girl's cough, poured a glass of warm water, handed the medicine she had taken out, and said softly: " Swallow it with water...the fever is almost gone, take good medicine, and your illness will be cured soon. Put on animal skins, the temperature is low at night, don't catch cold again..."

    "Thank you, Lord Goddess...cough..." The little girl did not hesitate, swallowed the meat slices given by An'er, and gulps warm water.

    An'er poured another half a glass for her and said with a smile, "Take a small sip, don't get full, I won't have a stomach for dinner in a while..."

    Dinner? They robbed Atayal's people and robbed them of their food. Lord Goddess gave her sister dinner? Ryan's thoughts were surging in his heart. He didn't know how to express his gratitude. He knelt in front of the goddess and kowtowed a few times. This kind of etiquette was learned when he was in the Zhuoha tribe.