Survival of Prehistoric Widows [Farming]

Xiao Mi thought it was her shameful limit to keep farting, but she didn't expect this to be just the beginning.

In the middle of the night, it started to have diarrhea after holding "the all-purpose spiritual water will definitely solve the problem of farting" and then stealing the spiritual water.

I ran back and forth to my own small sandpit several times, but Xiao Mi's head was dumbfounded.

It’s the second thing to feel uncomfortable. The key is that the diarrhea has caused some weakness in the hind legs and the body is not well controlled. If you accidentally get the hair on your buttocks...

-vomit!

Listening to the gurgling voice in Xiao Mi's stomach, the awakened Lu Er blamed himself: "I blamed me for eating so many soybeans for you, which caused your indigestion."

He only knows some simple medical knowledge about survival in the wild, and most of them are applicable to humans. Where does he know what to do if the kittens have diarrhea!

In the past, all the cats in the house who were uncomfortable went directly to the pet hospital. The various medicines and treatments in this primitive era have no reference at all!

Xiao Mi looked at Lu Er's anxious appearance, a little guilty, and a little guilty: the reason for her diarrhea should not be just the soybeans that Lu Wei fed, but also that she sneaked out in the middle of the night, all in one breath. I drank all the "potions" of water.

-It originally thought that spiritual water would also have a positive effect on the body's discomfort, but it did not expect that a large bowl of cold underwater belly, and the belly that had not fully recovered from the flatulence, issued another kind of protest.

Thinking that she had done so many stupid things from yesterday to today, Xiao Mi couldn't wait to beat herself up to make herself sober.

—Not only did he suffer, but the sub-beast who affected it was also worried...

Mi's guilty gaze followed Lu Er until Lu Er came over with a small pair of bone scissors.

This thing called "scissors" is known to Xiao Mi. This is a tool Lu Yan asked Yong to help make. He used two sharpened bone blades together, drilled a hole in the middle, and then supported it with a small wooden stick. With.

When Lu Er was engaged in breeding thinning in the vegetable garden before, he used this tool to cut and cut...

Mi: "Mi?"

—What does this sub beast do with this?

Lu Ling hugged Xiao Mi in his arms, and while gently stroking Xiao Mi's back, he comforted in a low voice: "You idiot haven't learned how to lick your hair yet. Dad will help you cut your **** hair...Don't Chaos."

Mi: "Woo?!"

Lu Ning wanted to cut Mi's **** hair, purely to make Mi feel more comfortable.

After staring at Xiao Mi Lapaba for the first time, Lu Ren discovered that his cubs love to clean. They do not urinate and defecate like ordinary beasts. They only find places to avoid people for their excretion, and they are particularly disgusted. Dirty things on your body;

But after today's diarrhea, Xiao Mi seems to be particularly concerned about the dirt on her butt, her face is disgusting and her eyes are empty.

But I don't know if it's because there is no big cat teaching, Xiao Mi has never licked her **** by herself, unlike the cat that Lu Wei raised in a previous life, she would take care of herself.

Lu Er felt distressed, so he planned to use scissors to help Xiao Mi shave off the hair around her ass.

In fact, the two cats raised by Lu Wei in his previous life also trim their hair regularly, mainly for areas that are prone to stains and make the cats unhappy. Butt hair is the top priority.

Therefore, Lu Ling is very experienced in trimming her ass. He presses on Ms. Mi’s back with one hand, and avoids Ms’s crazy twitching tail with the other, touches Ms’ ass, and can’t stop her mouth. Consolation: "Hey, Dad is very skilled, it will be fine in a while...Don't move, otherwise, what should I do if Dad's hands shake and cut the egg?"

Xiao Mi, who was struggling hard, became stiff, turned her head to look at the serious expression of this Asian beast, the expression in her eyes changed, and she finally slumped her limbs impeccably and gave up the struggle.

During the process of being trimmed by Lu Lin's "Kaka Kaka", Xiao Mi felt as if she had died once, and she wouldn't even blush again. She didn't know what cat she was and how she should bark.

When Lu Ling finished trimming her **** hair, Xiao Mi was already out of the world. I don’t know what tonight, she emptied her belly again, and turned her head to sniff the second half of her body, only to find that her buttocks were clean. Nothing at all.

—No dirt or ass.

Xiao Mi raised her head sadly, the moon was bright white in the sky, and cast its shadow on the ground, pulling out a long posture, suddenly showing a somewhat archetypal aura.

— I really want to run away, so that the animal "Xiao Mi" no longer exists in this world.

Xiao Mi stared at the shadow on the ground for a long time, her two hairy ears and long hairy tail drooped down, and she walked heavily toward the tent step by step.

…

I don't know if it is the effect of Lu Er holding Mi slept all night, and the little cat's stomach will not feel uncomfortable the next day.

Despite this, Xiao Mi was still suffering and her expression was wilting. Lu Yan was also particularly worried. He often hushed and asked warmly: "Mi, will dad help you rub your belly again?"

Xiao Mi shrank in Lu Er's arms. He tightened his body silently, making himself more like a cat ball, and refused to communicate with Lu Er.

Lu Er couldn't, he could only smooth the kitten's hair while thinking about the container.

During the primitive tribe period, the primitive containers that could be used were nothing more than stone tools and bone tools.

Stone tools are extremely heavy and difficult to make. You must choose the right size stone, because there are no metal knives, and you have to dig it with the claws of the orcs.

Therefore, in the small Hongmu tribe, there are only one mouthful for the leader’s family and one for the Jiao’s family.

The bones are light and the materials are easy to obtain, but the biggest problem is that they are not resistant to burning. Cooking utensils like barbecue grills are okay. If they are really used to cook soy milk, any bones will soon burn and become brittle.

Therefore, Lu Er considers pottery.

Pottery appeared very early in the primitive period of the earth, almost at the same time as farming and cooked food; in this world, it has not yet been seen.

Lu Lin speculated that it might be related to the living habits of the orcs still focusing on hunting in the wild. Orcs are stronger and more wild than primitive humans on the earth, so the price-performance ratio of primitive agriculture is not enough to allow them to spend their energy on domesticating crops from generation to generation. Naturally, pottery based on farming culture did not rise.

Lu Er's own understanding of pottery lies only in the general theories in the books, but there is no other way to think about the current situation, and he can only rely on those theories to make general attempts.

So Lu Er revised his schedule, went to his small experimental field in the morning to continue to study improved crops, and returned to the tent in the afternoon to study pottery.

Fired pottery requires very high quality of clay. Lu Ling didn't know what kind of soil was suitable, so he could only test all the soil that could be found nearby.

The soil near the Hongmu tribe is mostly red soil that is not suitable for planting. A little further away, there are other types of soil near the river and bushes. Lu took the white root vegetables to the home of Duyu, who is good at weaving, and replaced it with a few small rattans. Basket, every kind of dirt has been dug back.

Xiao Mi, who had just recovered from the heavy blow, saw that the Asian beast that dared to cut its **** hair was even worse than it, and started playing with the mud?

Precisely put the soil dug from the outside in the skulls of its previous trophy, added water and opened it, and then squeezed the mud into a shape that looked like a reduced version of a water scoop...

—And it's ugly.

Lu Wei carefully put down the small bowl he had pinched a little ugly, and smiled awkwardly at Mi's confused expression.

He doesn't seem to be very good at pottery.

Although he showed his rigorous attitude of planting seedlings and opening ridges, it is clear that his talent in the experimental field has not been brought to pottery.

—But don’t worry about this. Pottery, it’s not important to look like, what matters is whether it can be used.

Lu Er comforted himself, turned his head and started lighting up, preparing to try to burn pottery.

Without experience in pottery, Lu Yan didn't know whether he should burn it directly or dry it before burning, so he planned to burn it directly and try it out, but he couldn't make another one.

Piled wood around the mud embryos in the pottery bowl, lit a campfire, and let the orange-red tongue lick the small bowl of red mud. Lu Ling sat aside intently, adding firewood from time to time to ensure that the flame would not weaken.

The result of the first pottery burning ended with the little red clay bowl cracking in the flames.

Lu Yan was not discouraged, changed a kind of soil, kneaded a small bowl, and burned it again.

It burned again.

Change another kind of soil.

This time it cracked more severely than before.

Lu Er reflected for a while, guessing whether the mud embryos should be dried first, so he re-squeezed a few more small bowls with several kinds of soil, dried them in a ventilated place, and then fired them later.

In the afternoon of the next day, Lu Wen rolled up his sleeves and started the pottery work again.

Fully split.

On the third day, Lu Er thought about it again, and felt that the unstable flame temperature might also be one of the reasons for the unsuccessful burning.

The mud embryos laid out yesterday were all dried, and they were all cleaned up. The ground was filled with charcoal fire, and then the mud embryos were placed on top. .

Lu Er reflected on it when he slept last night, and directly used wood to burn the pottery. The temperature of the flame was not stable enough, so he had to switch to a more stable heat source. .

So today he chose to process the wood into charcoal first, then place a layer of charcoal on the mud embryo after placing the mud embryo, and finally pile up the wood on the outside to increase the temperature inside.

At the same time, Lu Er also set up a new fire, making new charcoal to add firepower to the mud embryo inside.

With such careful arrangement, a small pottery bowl was finally fired successfully in this batch of mud embryos without a trace of cracks.

Lu Er held the red pottery bowl that was still warm with satisfaction, and looked at it repeatedly, and he was extremely proud of his success in firing a pottery from scratch.

—Although the edges of this small pottery bowl are undulating and the bowl body is a little oval, it looks ugly at first glance...

Lu Yan looked at it for a long time, from the excitement and satisfaction at the beginning to the calm disgust, and finally put the pottery bowl in front of Mi: "Mi, Dad made a rice bowl for you. Are you happy?"

Xiao Mi's eyes looked at this small bowl that was still a little swaying on the ground: "Miu..."