Survival of Prehistoric Widows [Farming]

The fierce aura on the orc was intertwined with the inexplicably familiar twin pupils, which made Lu Wei stunned for a while, then slowly stood up, tentatively speaking: "Thank you for your help, may I ask..."

Although he couldn't see his face, Lu Lin always felt that he seemed a little familiar, like an orc he had seen but not familiar with. However, the original body in the tribe is walking with its head down unless necessary, and few people can recognize the face and name...

Even the horns and the original body only remember the densest patterns on the upper body, as well as the white animal skin skirt on the waist.

—Is this orc also a member of the tribe? But why do you want to cover half of your face?

Before he finished his words, this imposing strange orc suddenly frowned, seemed a little angry, and said unceremoniously: "What are you doing here? A sub-beast ran into a strange forest, not afraid of encountering a beast?"

Lu Yan was surprised by the familiar tone of the orcs, and subconsciously replied, "I came to look for my cat. I wonder if you have seen it before. It is a small white and yellow milk cat..."

For some reason, the orc seemed to be even more angry when he heard the word "cat", and both of his eyebrows were twisted together, interrupting him: "It's not a milk cat!"

Lu Er: "...what?"

A trace of annoyance appeared in the orc's blue eyes. He seemed to notice that he had said the wrong thing. He pursed his lips and tilted his head to avoid Lu Er's sight: "Nothing, there is no your cat here, you can go."

Lu Wei felt that this orc was a bit weird, but the opponent's ability to knock down a giant python made him dare not speak any more, and nodded cautiously: "Sorry, then I will leave first."

After speaking, he carefully stepped back and left. When he was out of the woods, he couldn't help but glanced back, and found that the orc's faint white hair could still be seen through the lush branches and leaves.

After all these tossings, Lu Yan did not dare to go into the woods or even the bushes, carrying a straw basket full of black soil on his back, and could only search for his lost kitty in a place with a better view.

After a while, when Lu Lin was desperate to find, a tender "meow" sounded from the side, and a familiar figure sprang out and squatted in front of Lu Lin.

"Mi!"

Lu Ling squatted down with some surprises, and raised a handful of kittens, "Where did you go? Dad thought you were eaten by a wild beast!"

Xiao Mi stretched out her front paws and scratched her forehead, seeing the anxiety and joy in Lu Er's eyes, she was a little guilty, and whispered "Mi woo".

-It didn't mean to run away, but I don't know if it was too much spiritual water these days. It suddenly felt like it was going back to its original form. In order not to reveal its identity, it found a bush and transformed itself.

As a result, Lu Er disappeared after his transformation, and he hurriedly followed the residual smell in the air to save the life of this reckless Asian beast.

It also planned to drag out the giant python that dared to covet it, and let the Asian beast take it back as food, but thinking about the physical strength of the Asian beast is unlikely to drag such a long python, it can only be regretted.

—Actually, it originally wanted to recognize Lu Er directly using the prototype, but its injury has not fully recovered. This time it will not last long for it to change back into a human form.

-It is better to drink more spiritual water to completely heal the injury.

When he found the cat, Lu Er saw that it was getting late, and hugged the cat cubs and headed back to the tribe. If it is later, there will be more nocturnal animals.

When he returned to the tribe, the sky was already dark. Lu Ercao ate a piece of fresh white root vegetables, lit a bonfire, put Xiao Mi in front of him, and made a straight face: "Xiao Mi, do you know what's wrong?"

Xiao Mi looked dumbfounded: "Mi?"

"Why does Dad run around when he is working? Do you know that the wild is dangerous?"

Mi: "...ooh."

"In order to find you, my father was in a hurry, and he was almost eaten by a snake." When Lu Er used to raise cats at home, he thought that cats were actually very smart, and it was easy to understand what the **** shovel officer wanted to say—of course he didn’t listen It's another matter.

And now the kitten he raises is very human, so Lu Wei solemnly talked to it face to face, and took the posture of teaching younger brothers and sisters, "You should be more aware of the dangers in the wild than I am. Stay in the open. You can still see if there are any enemies in the wild, you run to the bushes, slap-sized, maybe you can't beat a mouse!"

These words hurt the cat's self-esteem a bit, Xiao Mi couldn't help but raised her head and let out a retort.

Lu Er sternly said, "Reflection, and I'll put a collar on you after running around."

He was really afraid that the little kitten who had been with him for so long would be killed in a dangerous accident.

Although Xiao Mi is not sure about the meaning of the word "collar", she can infer from Lu Er's tone that it is a prop to restrain her from running around. Look at the worry that cannot be hidden in Lu Er's serious face, two hairs The ears slowly drooped down, and his head fell dejected and whispered in a low voice.

Seeing that Mi had admitted her mistake, Lu Yan nodded in satisfaction, but still announced the punishment for Mi: "Because Mi is disobedient, I can't sleep on the quilt tonight."

Xiao Mi's furry tail, who sneaked out to steal water every night, gave a slight meal, and then continued to swing pretending to be nonchalant.

After training the cat, Lu Wei saw that Mi had a good attitude of admitting mistakes. Her little furry head was drooping and pitiful and cute. He couldn't help but feel soft inside. He held it up and kissed him gently: "As long as Mi is obedient, he will still be Dad's good baby. ."

Mi froze again.

Putting down Mi, Lu Er summed up today's results daily, thinking about making new pottery with the black clay that he had brought back with his hard work tomorrow.

When thinking about today's experience, Lu Lin remembered the silver-white orc he saw in the woods again.

Even though he couldn't see the complete face, it was the most wildly charming orc Lu Lin had ever seen since he crossed over. Even though Lu Lin had no aesthetic view of the same sex, he was surprised when he first saw it.

Moreover, the ability to kill a thick python with one punch shocked Lu Yan.

It was the first time he saw an orc make a move!

—Is that an orc in the Redwood Tribe? He seems to have never seen him since he walked through it!

The appearance and force are so outstanding, Lu Er asked himself if he had seen it, he would have a deep impression.

But if he is not an orc from the Mahogany Tribe... why does he always feel familiar when he looks at that orc?

"The orc that I met in the woods today..." Lu Yan lay on the soft gray animal skin bed, put his hands on his chest, and said to himself, "It's a bit weird."

Xiao Mi, who was driven out of bed and forced to sleep on the grass nest, suddenly raised her ears. For some reason, she felt a little nervous.

"That orc...does it have exhibitionism?" Lu Wei slowly finished the next sentence, somewhat puzzled.

Although the orc kept facing him when the two people behind talked, Lu Ye clearly remembered that when the python rushed over, the swift figure jumped out, his legs spread out, and he hit hard with a sharp punch. The animal skin apron that fluttered around the waist of the silver-haired orc when he was a python-only encircled the front part, and the **** was exposed from the back brightly, clearly visible.

The beasts of the Redwood Tribe have animal skins around their waists almost as long as their knees. The front and back are covered very tightly. Even if they make large movements, they can expose at most one thigh. They have never seen the entire ass. The guys who are all exposed.

It’s not right to say that it’s not too hot now. Therefore, Lu Er reasonably and reasonably inferred that the orc might have a habit of exposing his butt.

Mi: "..."

—The hair on the back of its buttocks has been cut off, who did it!

—This is the biggest reason why it doesn’t want to come back!

After a pause, Lu Wei frowned again: "The hair color of that orc is pure white...From memory, among all the orcs I have seen so far, it seems that only one person has white hair with horns? Isn't the horn dead? ?"

Xiao Mi suddenly became nervous again, some expecting and a little scared, she couldn't tell how she felt.

"However, it is said that Horn is an orc with arrogance, indifference and strong self-esteem. This kind of person will not have exhibitionism." Lu Ling denied this idea after thinking about it.

And if the horns weren't dead, he would have returned to the tribe long ago.

Xiao Mi didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or disappointment. Seeing Lu Jin turned and fell asleep, the cat's head was in a trance:

—Yes, shouldn’t it be a proud, indifferent, and tough lion? Why did it become like this?

…

The next day, Lu Er began to study the black clay he had brought back yesterday at the risk.

The viscosity of this kind of black soil is much better than that of red soil. According to Lu Lin’s crude ingredient analysis from an agricultural point of view, the organic composition is very small and alkaline, and it is completely unsuitable for planting crops. As for whether it is suitable for pottery, it depends on the actual hand. The result of the verification.

Lu Er blended a little black clay and patiently kneaded a mud embryo of a small binaural pot.

After contacting and pinching mud embryos with the Asian beasts in the first two days, Lu Er's craftsmanship has improved a lot, at least he can pinch the bottom flat and the mouth of the can neatly.

In order to efficiently verify the pottery of various recipes, Luer mixed the black clay and the red clay with the best yield in the past in different proportions, and kneaded several clay embryos of the same size, which were ready to be dried together and then fired.

After squeezing a few pots, the Asian beasts who come to him to make pottery almost every day have arrived.

According to his previous agreement with these Asian beasts, the first pottery they fired successfully can be taken home directly without any food; starting later, when they bring back a pottery, they have to make it. Two finished products.

The Asian beasts were very happy-after the first batch of pottery was brought back, they couldn't wait to try to cook the meat in those small earthenware pots and bowls. They also added some **** slices to the meat according to Lu Er's previous suggestion. Used to remove fishy.

The result is very satisfying. The thin pottery cooks the soup quickly and deliciously. After adding **** slices, the smell of the broth has also disappeared a lot. The Asian beasts and the beasts in their family gathered around the clay pot to eat. I didn't even lift my head, and even boiled it several times, and my stomach was round.

Some of the pottery that Ya Beast brought home accidentally broke, and immediately burst into tears. His eyes were red when Lu Er reported here in the past two days.

The fragility of pottery is indeed a problem. If you want a convenient and non-breakable utensil, you have to wait for the development of iron smelting technology.

Lu Er doesn't have this ability now, he still considers how to reduce the production cost of pottery.

The results of trying to make pottery these days tell him that the material of the mud embryo and the stability of the flame are both very important parts of pottery. Although Lu Er didn't have much research on pottery in his previous life, he still vaguely knew that modern ceramic firing was done in a special "kiln".

Burning directly on the ground, the temperature of the flame is indeed not constant enough.

Therefore, his job requirement for the Asian beasts today is to try to build a pottery kiln.

The Asian beasts looked at each other: "This...how do you take it?"

In the past few days, Lu Er taught little Foxli some basic mathematics knowledge by the way, so he drew simple figures on the ground, explained the proportions and sizes, and finally suggested: "You can find familiar orcs to help, and you are willing to help. After the pottery kiln is set up, you can pick a pottery and take it home."

Many Asian beasts suddenly lit up.

The pottery they brought back these days attracted countless enviable eyes. Many Asian beasts and orcs came to find out where such useful and fresh objects came from.

Knowing that it was the result of Green Ear, the new "witch doctor" in the tribe, the eyes of those sub-beasts and orcs were shocked and complicated.

-Shocked that Green Ear, who was previously unknown, actually has the gift of a witch doctor, not only can heal diseases, grow vegetables, but also make such convenient utensils;

-The complexity is that they have always been indifferent to Green Ear, and even participated in the rumors about the "catastrophe". Now they are embarrassed to pray to Green Ear for pottery, only wanting to exchange food with the sub-beasts of the pottery squad.

In the eyes of the orcs, the mysterious power of Lu Lin, a witch doctor, must have been mixed with ordinary clay into a convenient pottery for holding fire and water.

Even the Asian beasts who have succeeded in making pottery by themselves think so.

Therefore, they were not willing or dared to exchange the pottery without Lu Er's permission and only take it home for their own use.

Now that Lu Lin himself said that he could ask others to help, the Asian Beasts immediately became active-who doesn't have a good orc?

…

On the way back, Yong carrying two fat rabbits that died was stopped by Huawei.

Seeing Huawei, the high smile on Yong's face faded a bit. He didn't deliberately pretend to be blind, but stopped: "What's the matter, Huawei?"

Huawei has carefully dressed herself, with tinkering bone ornaments on her neck and wrists, and also took off the animal skin shawl on her upper body in advance, revealing a slender outline, and looked up at Yong with a little cowardly: " Yong, are you still angry with me?"

Yong shook his head: "No."

He was really sad at first, but these days, following Lie and other orcs out to hunt, the ease of finding prey together and cooperating in hunting and killing eased his depression.

Huawei didn’t believe it, she lowered her head slightly, her hands twisted uncomfortably, her voice trembling slightly: "I know I was a little awkward when I spoke, but... Yong, I don’t know that your arm is already healed, I, I think of us. The cubs may not have enough to eat in the future, just..."

Yong silently.

In fact, after his front leg broke, he didn't think about staying with Huawei, but he was rejected by Huawei publicly after he had the hope of curing the front leg, and Huawei still showed good wishes to Lie, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

So these days, he deliberately avoided Huawei, not letting himself think about these annoying things.

But he didn't feel that Huawei had done anything wrong, after all, it was the normal idea of ​​all the Asian beasts to think about himself.

The attitude on Yong's face eased: "I really didn't blame you, what did you want to do with me today?"

Huawei stared at Yong's face, she must be in her heart, and raised her head happily: "Yong, I have one thing I want to ask you for help-do you know that Lu Er is doing something called ‘pottery’ these days?"

Yong nodded: "I know, Father Mu also returned from him with a clay pot."

The earthenware pot is used to cook broth at home. Father Mu learns the appearance of green ears. He treats the meat first and then simmers it. Adding his own **** and peppercorns... Although it tastes not as good as green ears. Yes, it's tempting enough.

Huawei didn't expect that Yong already had a clay pot, and a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in her heart-before Yong had good things delivered to him first, but this time such a good clay pot was kept for her own use!

He also knows that now he can’t compare with before, so he can only grit his teeth and whisper: “I heard that Green Ear is now calling the beasts to build a pottery kiln. Those who contribute can take away a pottery pot. Yong, can you help me? …"

Yong understood: "Do you want a clay pot too? Wouldn't it be nice to help Green Ear?"

Huawei gritted her teeth and tried to make herself look pitiful: "I misunderstood Green Ear a while ago, I'm afraid he blames me..."

"Lu Er is not that kind of person." During these days, Yong and Lu Er were in touch, and he clearly felt that Lu Er was actually very generous, not too careless, not like a delicate and weak Asian beast, but more similar to a frank orc, immediately. I didn't even want to answer, "He doesn't care about you at all."

Huawei choked for a while, tried to hold her temper, gritted her teeth and breathed in, then slowly said: "I did something wrong, I am sorry to trouble him; So, Yong, can you help me..."

Looking at Hanao Hyunran's desire to cry, Yong felt soft. Just as he wanted to agree, he heard a grim voice behind him: "Yong has no time."

Huawei raised her head and met Lie's scrutinizing lead-grey eyes, and she couldn't help shivering when she saw those fierce eyes.

Even if he has known Lie for so long, he still has a scared look in his eyes.

Lie only glanced at him and then withdrew his gaze, turning his head to look towards Yong: "Come on, Green-eared and White need to wait in a hurry."

Yong was stunned, remembering that he and Lu Er had agreed to have a barbecue, rubbed his head, and said to Hanao: "I'm leaving first, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Huawei was taken aback, panicked, and couldn't help her voice louder: "Brave!"

Yong glanced at the delicate face of Huawei, a trace of embarrassment emerged from the bottom of his heart. After thinking about it, he picked the big rabbit in his hand and handed it over: "Give you a rabbit."

Huawei took it subconsciously, and when she raised her head again, Yong was already impatiently dragged away.

Looking at the two distant figures of the orcs who once wandered around him, Flowertail gritted her teeth and stomped her feet bitterly, almost trying to throw the rabbit out of her hand: He didn't come to ask for food! Does he lack this broken rabbit? !

He wants pottery!

Those Asian beasts who are usually rustic and silent already have pottery in their homes, how can he fall behind?

…

Huawei looked down on the rabbit, but Lie was very dissatisfied: "What did you give him our prey?"

Yong Naily smiled and touched the back of his head: "Get used to..."

He used to catch prey and give it to Huawei, but he couldn't hold it back for a while.

Lie frowned, glanced at Yong's right hand with only one little rabbit, thinking about it, or exhorting him: "Stay away from the flower tail in the future."

Yong looked up stupidly, a little strange: "Why?"

"You broke your leg and he doesn't want you right away. Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

I thought about it bravely: "I feel a little uncomfortable, but Huawei has done nothing wrong? He just doesn't know that Green Ear has cured me."

Lie coldly reminded: "Did Huawei come to see you during your recovery period?"

Otherwise, how come you can't see that Yong's arm is slowly recovering?

Yong looked dumbfounded and opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He could find all kinds of reasons for Huawei not to him, but what made him the most chill was that Huawei hadn't visited him once during his recovery.

Seeing that Yong's attitude loosened, Lie hit the iron while it was hot: "Think about it, if you really break your leg, don't you want your Asian beast to take good care of you and dislike that you can't catch prey?"

Yongxin’s answer to this question is very clear, and he immediately replied without thinking about it: "If I am really lame, I will leave by myself like my father, without dragging down my Asian beast."

That's what he planned when he broke his leg in the first place.

strong:"…"

Yong watched Lie stride forward in a daze without saying a word, and quickly followed suit, a little confused: "Lie, are you angry?"

"No." He left two words hard, not wanting to talk to this fool again.

…

When he got outside Lu Er's tent, Lie had recovered his usual look, took one of the rabbits he was carrying and handed it to Yong: "Take it."

Yong subconsciously took it over: "Why?"

"Isn't it shameful to bring only a rabbit back?"

Yong looked at the only rabbit in Lie's hand. Just as he wanted to say something, Lie opened the tent and walked in.

This time they said that they invited Lu Er to eat barbecue, but they actually produced the meat, and Lu Er was in charge of the roast.

When I went out to hunt a few days ago, I came across a plant that made people want to sneeze after smelling it. I brought it back to the witch doctor Lu Er in the tribe.

Lu Er was pleasantly surprised to find that this plant with branches that bloomed like dandelions was actually cumin.

Lu Er, who had long been tired of boring barbecue, fried and boiled meat, immediately invested in the improved breeding of cumin, and soon cultivated cumin seeds with mellow flavor.

After getting the new condiment, Lu Ling sent an invitation to Baixu, wanting to get a fresh prey.

Knowing that Lu Er intends to try to make new flavors of food, Bai Xi waved his hand, indicating that they have wrapped the meat, as long as Lu Er let them eat it.

Yong also deliberately pulled in the loneliness, his own barbecue.

Lie was still very impressed with Lu Er's previous meal, and he happily agreed, and only then went out to stab a nest of rabbits together.

Although one flowertail was given, the remaining three are still enough for a few people.

The rabbits in this world are much bigger than the rabbits Lu Yan knows. They peeled their skins and opened their mouths to drain the blood, grabbed cumin and salt to taste, stuffed a bunch of berries from Lu Ling's artificial pollination in the rabbit's stomach, and put them on the bonfire. Start to bake.

Brave volunteered to do the hard work, rotating the grill made of thick bone sticks regularly according to Lu Er's instructions, and the scent of cumin and rabbit meat burst into his nose, and his stomach quickly "cooed" .

Guarding such a rich roast rabbit meat but still can't eat it, Yong began to regret why he took the initiative to do this job.

The action of turning the grill was actually quite boring. Lu Yan thought that an orc of Yong's age would not be able to bear it. Unexpectedly, although Yong had been staring longingly at the browned rabbit on the grill, he didn't complain a word.

"The patience of the orcs is mostly very good." Lie noticed Lu Er's doubts and explained lightly, "To capture the prey, a long and concealed wait is the most basic requirement."

Lu Er nodded to express understanding.

"For patience, the horns are the most powerful." Whitebeard looked at the mess of bones left in the tent to the west, and exclaimed, "At the beginning, the nearby small stone tribe crowded out our mahogany tribe, and the horns had a battle with them. See who first caught the wildest bull nearby, the wildest, strongest, and hardest to find. After three days and three nights alone, he waited for that bull, and then came back with the horns and bones to save our tribe. s position."

If it hadn't been for the horns to come forward, their tribe might be forced to leave now, and there is no such a good position.

Lu Er also looked over and saw the horn bones he had been using as a **** during this period of time, and was taken aback: "Such a precious thing?"

But after he crossed over, he felt as if the original owner didn't care too much, and he lay on the ground with a pile of pebbles.

Xiao Mi lay lazily on the gray animal skins and "hummed" a little dissatisfiedly.

-Although the bull is very strong, it is not its opponent; it is not a blind search courageously, through the breath, traces and some other factors, it can speculate where the bull may appear, and then it guards it. Waiting there.

—As for these trophies, it is not as valuable as the process of fighting the bull!

"This horn bone, the people of the Xiaoshi tribe want to use a lot of salt for the horn... but they didn't agree." Baixu shook his head regretfully, with some helplessness and admiration between his expressions. "Our Hongmu tribe is also the number of people in the nearby tribes. At least, they used to be carried by the horns and the leader. Now there is something wrong with both of them. I don't know if there will be such a powerful orc in the tribe in the future."

This topic is beyond Lu Er's cognition, and he can't express any opinions, so he can only echo a few sentences in a low voice.

But speaking of "awesome orc", for some reason, Lu Yan thought of the silver-haired orc he encountered in the woods that day, and killed a giant python with one punch. It was almost human-shaped.

—I don’t know who is more powerful than his dead orc horn?

This thought inexplicably surfaced in Lu Er's mind, and immediately shook his head a little amused.

Jiao has passed away, so it doesn't make sense to compare this by himself.

Several people chatted around the bonfire until the rabbit meat was finally cooked. Lu Er took a bone knife to cut it open, and everyone separated.

The rabbit belly of the hare of this world is very tender, and the rabbit leg is particularly strong. After the seasoning of pepper and cumin, the unique deliciousness of rabbit meat is stimulated to the greatest extent. The slight spicy taste of cumin stimulates the taste buds and enlarges. The sensation of the taste of the meat on the tip of the tongue; the berries in the belly of the roasted rabbit are also simmered, the sweetness of the flesh eliminates the greasy meat, one bite, the hot flesh is almost simmered, and it flows into the mouth and is too hot. He breathed, but was reluctant to spit it out, the taste of meat and vegetable reached a wonderful fusion.

The jokes just now disappeared for an instant, and the four of them ate a cat without looking up.

…

Two days later, the rudimentary pottery kiln was set up. Lu Lin and the Asian animals put the newly made mud embryos into the pottery kiln, and then ignited and added firewood at the pottery kiln to ensure that the flame would not go out for a long time. , The temperature in the kiln is stable.

After Lu Er estimated the time according to experience to slowly lower the flame temperature, when he finally inspected the pottery kiln, the result was very satisfactory:

There were a dozen pottery pieces in a kiln, only two or three pieces were exploded, and they were all mud embryos near the entrance of the fire.

And the pottery mixed with the black clay that Lu Er had brought back with great effort is lighter and more stable after being burned, and there is almost no deformation during the firing process, which proves that the black clay is more suitable for making pottery than the red clay in the tribe.

When trying to make large pottery later, the black soil showed a better quality than the red clay. Only the pottery urns and pots made of black soil mixed with sand will not deform and crack.

Lu Er found Zhong immediately and suggested that more orcs should be sent back to fetch the black soil.

The heavy Asian beast was also in the category of making pottery with Lu Er. He brought a piece of pottery back with him at the beginning, so now fully aware of the convenience of pottery, he immediately agreed, and soon arranged a few orcs to collect the pottery regularly.

"The last time I went there, I ran into an orc, please pay attention." Lu Yan reminded him of his experience, "That orc is very powerful."

Hearing Lu Er describe the orc's move to kill a python with a punch, his face was a little more cautious: "What kind of animal pattern is on that orc?"

The way they distinguished the orcs between their different tribes is the pattern painted on the upper body, and the redwood tribe uses the tribal totem drawn by the sap of the mangrove.

Lu Yi recalled: "It seems that there is no pattern."

The orc's chic upper body is very smooth and clean, without any lines.

He frowned, and then relaxed again: "That may be an orc who is alone...If it is really powerful, I would like to meet him and absorb him into the tribe."

Orcs with tribes will draw tribal totems. The more totems on the upper body, the higher the status in the tribe. Only wild orcs whose tribes have been destroyed or abandoned will be bare and have nothing.

Lu Er was just a reminder that the orc didn't seem to be hostile to them. As for whether he could be brought to the tribe, let them consider seriously.

Finally, I revisited Lu Er and sighed: "Green Ear, you really have the gift of a witch doctor, and you can turn clay into something better than a stone pot...pottery."

—What does this have to do with witch doctors?

Lu Lin was a little speechless. Pottery was clearly chemical, and it had nothing to do with medicine or theology. He wanted to make pottery because he wanted to make tofu.

…

With a convenient container, Lu Lin can finally consider starting to make tofu.

He made a special trip to the old Asian beast Duoyu's house, who had previously said that he would weave the filter rope.

When Dayu saw him, he was somewhat helpless: "If you don't come again, I will treat you as if you forgot about it."

Lu Er was a little ashamed. He was busy making pottery and daily crop improvement these days, and he hardly had time to spare.

After apologizing repeatedly, Lu Er got the net rope woven by Duo Yu. After he got it, Lu Er found that the "net rope" woven with fine grass stems was flat and dense, and it was basically a soft cushion made of grass. There are almost no gaps between the stems, but you can feel soft and loose when pressed down.

"You haven't come here. I tried to make up a few more. This should best meet your requirements." Dayu rubbed his waist, with a slight smile on his wrinkled face, "You take it. Go back and try, if it doesn't work, I'll think about it."

Lu Ling stroked the fine straw mat, feeling the touch of the smooth grass stalks sliding across his fingertips, and imagined the old Asian beast in front of him patiently, carefully, and perhaps even reverently weaving the soft grass stalks. After waiting for a few days, I felt that something could be improved, and then I made a picture of a new cushion again.

Maybe this is the first craftsman in the world.

Lu Ye met Duoyu's smiling face, warm in his heart, and nodded cautiously: "Thank you, I will use it well."

Seeing that Lu Er was satisfied, Duo Yu seemed to be very happy, and smiled and said: "I don't have much energy right now, so I can help you."

Lu Lin has now gradually been able to look at the problem from the perspective of the orcs, knowing that the elderly orcs and the sub-beasts will feel that they are a burden to the tribe. Some orcs will leave the tribe while they can still walk around in search of death. I heard that some tribes will take the initiative. Abandon the old people who are not capable of hunting and gathering.

At first, Lu Wei felt cruel, but after staying in the tribe for a long time, he saw how the orcs cherish food and how desperately they are hunting, and realized that even so, there is no guarantee that every meal will be full, so he gradually understands The persistence of this era for the next generation of the tribe.

How could even an old orc be willing to die?

Only if they stay, they will share the food of the young orcs, and they have to work hard to take care of themselves. In the winter or dry season, food is scarce, facing the dilemma of starving to death or some people, the tribe can only make Such a choice.

So after the beginning of the spring, the surviving orcs are all very happy-the arrival of spring means that there will be more and more prey, which means that they will not be starved to death, and that they no longer need to face the painful choice that separates their lives from death.

The formation of morality in a civilization must first be based on the condition that the basic life needs are met.

However, among the abandoned old people, how many are full of life-long experience and skills, and are forced to die before they can pass them on to future generations?

At least from the memory of the original green ears and the introduction of the white beard, there is no second person in the Hongmu tribe who has the skill of weaving straw ropes.

Lu Er's thoughts were complicated, and his gaze toward the old Asian beast gradually became firm and gentle: "Don't worry, there will be a lot of places that need you in the future."

Leaving a clay pot as a thank you, Lu Ling was holding a straw mat in his left hand and Mi in his right hand, his lips slightly cocked, and he slowly returned to his tent.

Xiao Mi lay in Lu Er's arms and raised her head, looking at the Asian beast with her bi-colored eyes unblinking.

-Just now, it inexplicably felt that something had changed on this sub-beast; if he insisted on saying it, it seemed to see a wing on the canopy of the tree. It was originally just resting under the shade of leaves, but suddenly it spread its wings and soared. .

Lu Wei accidentally lowered his head, looked at Mi's big round eyes, smiled in a low voice, and stretched out his hand to rub Cat Cub's hairy head.

He didn't have any big ideas.

It’s just that he suddenly remembered a sentence his instructor said to him in his previous life: “Our agriculture is actually the most basic subject. It allows people to eat and eat well. No matter what technological development, it will ultimately be inseparable from being able to eat. people."

Although this is not the world he used to be familiar with, and even though he is no longer the self he used to be, all the knowledge he has learned is in his head, and every word is clearly visible.

He is not arrogant enough to think that he can save the world, but sowing the seeds of the fruits of human civilization in this wild world may be able to bring some unexpected changes to these orcs struggling between the line of hunger and fullness?