Survival of Prehistoric Widows [Farming]

There are no orcs in Lu Er's family, and Mi didn't change her hair, because she had a lot of dealings with Yong, and when she tried to deal with beast hair, she graciously gave him the long hair she had fallen off.

In the past, when the orcs changed their hair, they all threw away Mao as annoying garbage. Yong was still a little curious about what vitality his Mao Mao could bring into Lu Er's hands.

But this has nothing to do with the strong possessiveness of the angle.

Jiao felt as if he had drunk a whole jar of millet vinegar, and stood up, "These can't work!"

Lu Wei was stunned, raised his head and looked at the corner: "What's the matter?"

Jiao saw Lu Wei looking up at him, suffocated his breath, sat down again, wandering his head for a suitable reason, and finally managed to figure out a suitable reason: "These hairs...not warm enough."

"Really?" Lu Yan gently grabbed the orange soft hair in his hand and frowned, "I only have these."

"Mine is better." Jiao blurted out without thinking, "Guaranteed to be warmer than Yong!"

"You kept it when you changed your hair?" Lu Wen was a little surprised, and then he was taken aback, "How do you know that you are brave?"

Counting the time, the horns are still healing outside when the hair changes in the tribe, right? Why do you collect the hair you replaced?

Her lips pressed together, her face tightened again, concealing his guilty conscience: "Before I was afraid that the hair I replaced would be discovered by others, so I put them away."

The fur color of the horns is indeed very rare.

Lu Ling nodded, and suddenly remembered the silvery-white hair he found on the trunk of a nearby tree when he found the first dwarf pig. He suddenly realized: "Did you hunt the dwarf pig and threw it to me? Go to the vegetable garden?"

Jiao didn't expect Lu Er to mention this coldly, and suddenly raised his heart, guessing whether Lu Er doubted his Xiao Mi's identity, nervously not knowing whether he should admit it or deny it.

"I found your hair on the scene at the time." Lu Yan looked at the corner with a sullen face and didn't seem to want to admit it. He lowered his head and explained with a smile.

Seeing that Lu Er didn't doubt the identity of "Xiao Mi", Jiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the expression on his face eased a lot, "Well...I thought you were not full."

Lu Yan couldn't help but smile, and thanked the gentle lion for being late.

Although he felt a little warm in his heart, on the other hand, Lu Lin was a little worried.

Knowing that Jiao had paid attention to him a long time ago, Lu Er was worried about whether his secrets had been exposed-his alertness was far worse than that of the orcs, especially when he was doing breeding experiments in the experimental field.

If Jiao was looking at him nearby at that time, did he see the process of making spiritual water with the ring of spiritual water? Do you doubt the source of these breeding methods?

For a long time, Lu Ling avoided everyone's sight when breeding, and the experimental field became more concealed after a dense fence, and there was never any living thing beside him except Xiao Mi.

But an orc with such a powerful horn, if he really shielded his breath and approached peeping, he would definitely not be able to spot it.

Lu Ye raised his eyes slightly, carefully examined Jiao's expression, recalling the various performances after Jiao's return, and didn't feel that Jiao had found anything unusual about him.

If Jiao discovers her own anomaly, she should not be so friendly to herself after returning.

This made him somewhat let go of his worries, and only hinted in his heart that he must be more careful in the future.

Since Jiao was willing to provide warmer long hair, Lu Yan agreed to follow the boat: "Then I will use the hair you replaced."

Jiao's expression turned completely cloudy, stood up, pretending to naturally take the yellow hair ball away from Lu Yan's hand: "Then I will get it."

Don't let the fur of other orcs stay in their home.

…

When he got out of the tent, Jiao's face collapsed.

—During the time he changed his fur, he became a kitten, where can I find the fur?

Some boringly, he kept throwing Yong's hairballs in his hands, thinking in his heart that he was going out to catch some white-haired beasts and wondering if he could be mixed up.

I scanned the white-haired beasts near the tribe, and found out with a headache that the tribe didn't have many pure white-haired animals at all.

There are red soil and black soil near the Mahogany Tribe, and most of the wild beasts are mainly red, black, and gray. The colors that are too bright have been caught and eaten long ago.

The fur color of the few white-haired beasts can't be compared with his fur.

Even the orcs in the Redwood tribe are only white himself.

—In that case, there is only...

Horn left the tribe and found a hidden bush. After carefully confirming that there was no one, he changed back to a beast type.

Licking his paw lightly, his horns stroked his thick mane painfully, still hesitating.

A few days ago, he relied on this soft and long hair to attract Lu Er to occasionally touch him; if he shaved off, let’s not say whether the Asian beast would still want to touch him or not, he couldn’t until the fur grew. It appeared in the form of a beast in front of people.

Otherwise, don't you want to lose your face!

During this period of time, relying on his soft fur to just get closer to his Asian beast, Horn was extremely reluctant to part with the affectionate life during this period of time.

But the orc who had promised him, the lion's self-esteem made it impossible for him to repent.

More importantly, it is absolutely impossible for his sub-beast to be trapped in the fur of other orcs!

When I thought of that Asian beast's whole body was wrapped in its own hair, and the whole person was stained with its own taste from the inside out, blood surged from the horns, and his eyes brightened. Finally, he finally lost his heart: I can’t bear to let my hair go. Asian beast...

-Shaved!

I am very particular about where I shave.

The animal-shaped hair of the orcs is closely related to the human-shaped hair and animal skin skirts, but there are always some parts of the hair that do not correspond to the human-shaped.

The mane of a lion orc is the most typical part.

…

On the way back when he changed back to a human shape, Jiao suddenly ran into Lie.

Lie nodded and greeted Jiao, his eyes condensed on the yellow hair ball in Jiao's left hand, he recognized it at a glance, and frowned slightly: "Yong Mao?"

Jiao nodded, and looked up and down Lie for a while, seeing Lie's eyes fixed on the hair in his hand, shook his head slightly, and raised his head slightly: "Want?"

Lie frowned, not knowing what the angle meant, and nodded cautiously: "Yeah."

Jiao originally planned to find a place to burn these hairs directly. Seeing Lie's interest, he threw it directly to him: "Send you."

It just so happened that if Lu Yan asked, he would also have an excuse to say where the hair he took was thrown away.

Lie took Yong's hair, but didn't leave immediately. He looked at the white hair ball on the other hand of the corner, and he was a little confused: "What happened to Green Ear?"

Jiao didn't expect Lie's guess to be so accurate, so he raised his eyebrows lightly, and said, "He is going to make a sweater."

"Sweater?"

"Use these hairs to make clothes to keep you warm."

Jiao briefly explained it, and Lie suddenly understood, and looked down at the yellow hair ball in his hand, a trace of scorching heat flashed in his eyes.

Seeing Lie turned his head and left, Jiao didn't mind, and rushed home to give Lu Wei the newly shaved pile of fur.

Lu Ling hugged the white and soft lion hair, and a soft smile suddenly appeared on his usual steady and indifferent face: "Thank you, horns."

The soft and warm smile on the corners of Lu Er's lips also caught Jiao's heart, making his heart soft and warm, and the distress and grievances he had suffered during shaving suddenly disappeared.

The mighty orc was sitting at the table, one hand propped his face sideways and looked at the Asian beast buried in the white fur, his handsome face couldn't help but a gentle smile appeared on his face.

A year ago, if he told the horn that he would shave off the lion's most precious mane, just to laugh at a certain Asian beast, he would definitely think that the other party was crazy.

Now, he is happy.

…

Lu Yan has never made wool or knitted sweaters before, and the relevant knowledge has only been briefly seen in the history of the development of the textile industry, and now he can only ponder the beginning.

These hairs also have a strong animal spirit, and they cannot be directly made into wool. They need to be boiled in the pot first.

After that, it was dried into flakes, combed smoothly with a temporary wooden rake, and finally twisted into yarns.

There were a lot of mistakes and omissions in the middle process, and Lu Yan also fumbled step by step. Fortunately, the hair quality of the horns is very good, and he didn't mess around with it. In the end, all of them were really made into wool.

Slowly twist the wool into several large **** of wool. Lu Yan grabbed a ball of pure white wool and sighed softly: "If Mi is still there, you can play with it."

Cats are obsessed with yarn balls.

The corner eyes were deep, staring at the big white **** of wool around Lu Yan, his voice with an imperceptible desire: "Maybe."

Lu Yan didn't notice the abnormality of the horns. He fiddled with the ball of wool a few times, and then became worried: The wool is ready, but how can I knit it into a sweater?

He has never seen the introduction of knitting stitches!

Jiao noticed Lu Er's sad look, and pulled his mind from the ball of wool: "What's the matter?"

After spending so long with the horns, Lu Yan is also used to having another person's shadow in his life, and said frankly, "I don't know how to continue knitting sweaters."

Unlike other orcs outside this tent, starting from Xiao Mi, Jiao saw not only the pieces of finished products and the detailed manufacturing process that Lu Ling took out, but also Lu Ling’s repeated and countless times. An attempt between a forked road and a failure.

This Asian beast is not omnipotent.

This didn't make Jiao look down at Lu Er, but felt that it made him and Lu Er closer.

Therefore, Jiao could fully understand Lu Er's worries, and lightly scratched his chin, and thought together with Lu Er.

Lu Wei took two wooden sticks to try whether he could try out the stitches of the sweater himself, Jiao observed for a long time, and put forward his own suggestion: "Would you like to ask Duoyu?"

Da Yu is good at weaving all kinds of things with grass stems, whether it is soft straw mats or strong straw shoes, the dried grass stems can always glow with infinite magic under his hands.

From the angle of view, these yarns are similar to grass stems, so they should be woven similarly, right?

Lu Er's eyes lit up, and he sat up in surprise: "Yes, I'll go and ask him!"

His thinking is a bit fixed, he just thinks about how to knit the stitches of the sweater, and forgets the way of knitting by hand.

If it were before, the horn would definitely become a lion to accompany Lu Ning, showing all that he was Lu Ning's orc; these days, because of the inconvenience, the horns can only communicate honestly and practically in human form.

Lu Lin's attitude towards his human form and animal form was too different, and he felt a little depressed when he thought that he would have to face Lu Lin's polite and distanced attitude until his fur grew back.

Jiao didn't go with Lu Er today. Lu Er missed his sweater in his heart, and he didn't care.

When Lu Er left, the tall orc listened to the footsteps of the Asian beast, and then sat on Lu Er's bed and tentatively fiddled with the few large **** of yarn that were left behind.

—Ah, cool!

…

Doha deserves to have years of experience in straw weaving, and soon tried several weaving techniques that can be applied to sweaters.

Lu Lin distanced himself from the posture of rural women using two wooden needles to hit sweaters that he saw in modern society, which also gave the old Asian beast new inspiration.

The two Asian beasts worked together for an afternoon and found out the most primitive knitting technique in the world.

Using the wool ball he brought to knit a small piece of plush, Lu Er stroked the sweater fabric and couldn't put it down.

Dayu is also very happy to discover the new technique, but still has some doubts: "What are you doing with this? There is no animal skin at home?"

The fur of the prey that the horn possesses is about to pile up the entire big tent several layers, will it not be used by his sub-beast?

Lu Er smiled and gestured on himself: "The animal skin is heavy and inconvenient, and it is ventilated-we make sweaters into a close-fitting size, which will keep warm better than animal skins."

Duoyu hasn't seen the close-fitting clothes, so Lu Ren asked Duoyu to try to make one first: "After you knit it, you will know when you wear it."

The farming work in the fields is over, and the work on the experimental fields is basically stopped. Now that Lu Er has a lot of free time, he is ready to knit his own sweaters himself.

Duoyu has no orcs anymore, so naturally there will be no hairs replaced by orcs in the house. After discussing with Horn, Lu Er took the initiative to contribute two pieces of animal skins, shaved all the fur on them, processed them into yarn **** and gave them to Duo Yu.

When shaving the hair, Lu Er wanted to directly turn the horn into a beast to help, but he said seriously that his claws were used to pierce the throat of the prey, not as a knife.

Lu Er thought for a while, expressed his understanding of the lion orc's arrogant self-esteem, and asked other orcs to help.

At the beginning, Dayu refused to ask for a ball of yarn, but he stayed a few words after being persuaded by Lu.

For the next few days, Lu Er went to Duo Yu's tent to knit sweaters with Duo Yu every day.

He came to point out the fit of Duo down jacket and body shape, and Duo Yu came to show him how to knit.

Typing sweaters in a hurry, Lu Yan never thought that he would sit in a tent and knit a sweater one day, feeling a little bit in his heart.

If he hadn't come to this world, he wouldn't have the opportunity to try so many new skills.

Lu Lin didn't hide his hair and knitting sweaters from the people in the tribe. The orcs learned that their witch doctor had come up with something new, and they all gathered in Duoyu's tent to attend the class together.

Most people in the Redwood tribe have a blind trust in Lu Er, especially among the Asian beasts. As soon as they heard that the sweater was discovered by Lu Er, they took away the hairs of the orcs collected at home and processed them together, and learned how to knit sweaters with Lu Er and Dayu.

Although some beasts are much more resistant to cold than beasts, they are also very interested in sweaters, so they asked the Asian beasts at home to make one more.

The single orcs are more miserable. Without the help of the Asian beasts, if they want sweaters, they can only come over and follow them clumsily.

When the weather was getting colder, everyone gathered in the same tent, talking, laughing and knitting sweaters, unexpectedly very warm.

After talking a lot, Ya Beast teased the orc who scratched his cheeks beside him: "Kang, didn't Beibei always take care of you when you were injured? Why are you not together?"

Beibei was the Asian beast who was scared away by Kang with three live snakes, and later when Kang was injured, he took the initiative to take care of Kang.

Kang smiled bitterly: "After I got better, Beibei ran away, saying that he still couldn't accept snake eating..."

Speaking of the latter, Kang was still aggrieved, "The prototype loves to eat snakes and I can't control it... and snakes are so delicious!"

A group of Asian beasts booed him together.

Others eat snakes by peeling their skins, removing their heads and roasting them on a fire. Only you eat them raw! Which Asian beast can accept it!

Kang was even more wronged. The needle flowers under his hand were all wrong, which caused several Asian beasts nearby to laugh.

When a few people chatted, suddenly the tent was lifted and a figure walked in.

Kang raised his head and blinked, a little surprised: "Lie? What are you doing here?"

Lie held a large ball of gray hair that had been processed into a ball of wool, his expression unchanged: "Knitting a sweater."

Several Asian beasts looked at each other, and one boldly asked: "Lie, is there no one to knit for you?"

With Lie's appearance and hunting ability, many Asian beasts want to form a companion with Lie, right?

Lie shook his head, found a place to sit down, and looked calmly: "Send someone else."

Everyone present had their eyes widened, and even Lu Yan raised his head and glanced at Lie with some surprise.

Lie wants to knit a sweater for someone else?

Which Asian beast is so lucky?

Suddenly, whether they had a partner or not, the Asian beasts were full of envy for the so-loved Asian beast.

—Look at others Lie! Knit a sweater for Yaju yourself! I also used my own fur!

Lu Ye also had a heartfelt admiration for Lie: He is a nice young man! It looks a bit of a secondary school, but I didn't expect to get the pursuit method of "knitting a scarf for my girlfriend" thousands of years in advance.

With Lie's handsome appearance and the most important hunting ability of this era, I am afraid that there is no sub-beast in the Redwood Tribe that can withstand such an offensive!

Today, Lu Wei went home and talked with Jiao before going to bed. He said something in passing, and smiled at Jiao: "Jao, if you want to pursue the Asian beast in the future, you can learn from Lie."

The horns were suffocating, and he couldn't see clearly from the night, and glanced at the sub-beast with a heartless smile in front of him, and a layer of unwilling thoughts floated in his heart.

—How could he lose to the clumsy guy Lie? !

—He also wants to learn to knit a sweater!

Although Jiao thought so, Lu Er's sweaters were basically completed, and only the final finishing work was needed, and all the yarn **** were used up.

The horn scratched his chin and thought for a while, and found that his mane hadn't grown out yet. If he wanted to shave again, he could only shave between the waist and abdomen.

The hair there will be reflected on the human-shaped animal skin skirt. Before he was cut off by Lu Lin, and his **** was exposed after he changed back to the human-shaped. Now if he shaves all the hair on his waist and abdomen Now, don’t you want to

Shaking his head, he drove the shameful picture out of his head. The horns grabbed his chin and pondered, and suddenly heard his Ya Beast ask: "What do you think?"

Jiao raised his head, and Lu Yan, who was wearing a pure white turtleneck sweater, cast a clear reflection in his eyes like a deep blue pool.

The tight-fitting sweater clearly outlines Lu Lin's smooth curves. After folding it down, the slightly longer high collar sets his neck gracefully. The white color like the first snow complements the gentle smile in Lu Lin's eyes.

Jiao has never seen such an exquisite Lu Er, just wearing a pure white thing called a "sweater" can completely take away his eyes, his mind, and his soul.

And the sweater on his Amon, which was cleaner than the moonlight, was a mane shaved off his body. The Amon was now wrapped in his fur, and his breath was lingering all over his body.

This recognition made Horn's blood flow a lot faster, as if there was a voice in his heart yelling something, making him almost unable to restrain his desire to push his sub-beast down on the bed.

Horn never thought that there would be an Asian beast just standing there, which would make him almost unable to control himself.

He wanted to roll onto the bed holding his Amon right now, and tore open the obnoxious animal skin skirt so that his Amon had only his traces and smell all over his body, from the inside to the outside...

"angle?"

Lu Wei pulled the white sweater around him, and asked with some doubts.

In fact, he is not particularly satisfied with this sweater. After all, it was the first time to knit. Although he had made simple designs by reminiscing about clothes in modern society before, the finished product was actually a bit horrible.

The waist is too tight, the sleeves are too long, and the stitches are sometimes sparse and sometimes dense, and Lu Yan is too lazy to count.

The only advantage may be that it feels soft and smooth, and is particularly comfortable to wear on the body.

But this advantage is also the corner of the provider.

Lu Er asked Jiao's opinion just now, and found that Jiao didn't respond at all in a daze. After yelling for a few more times, he saw Jiao suddenly raise his head.

With the light of the bonfire, Lu Ling stared at the blue eyes. For some reason, he felt as if storm and lava were condensed in it, as if he was going to be swallowed up in the next second, causing a trace of him to appear on his skin. Dangerous trembling.

"angle?"

Lu Er's voice recalled Jiao's reason.

He turned his head stiffly, folded his legs slightly, put his arms in front of his legs, covering a certain part, and coughed dryly: "Very good."

Lu Wei blinked, and found that the horns were still as tight and serious as before, and he didn't have that compelling aura again, and he tilted his head in doubt.

If he couldn't figure it out, he didn't think about it anymore. For the time being, he blamed it on the illusion caused by the bonfire at night. Sitting on the bedside and looking at the mighty orc, he suddenly remembered something and smiled: "Jiao, the cold season is coming, you Sleeping on the ground every night, I'm afraid it's not good, right?"

If the horns were honestly in the beastskin bed, it would be fine, but Lu Yan could see the orc rolling to his bed every morning, and he didn't know how bad his sleeping condition was.

Jiao heard a faint sound, and the blood that had been trying to calm down after avoiding Lu Er's gaze just now went up again, and there was a surprise in his heart, and he held a syllable from his throat: "Huh?"

—Could it be that his Asian beast wants him to sleep on the bed?

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