Survival of Prehistoric Widows [Farming]

The next day, Lu Er was sore back and couldn't get out of bed.

Satisfied horns happily carried the three cubs out to sunbathe.

The sheep sheds and chicken pens in the yard have been upgraded in advance to keep warm. When the sun is good, they will come out to let the wind through.

The horns sprinkled a handful of millet into the chicken pen and watched a group of chickens scrambling to eat the fragrant millet.

The three cubs hanging on the horns looked at the group of chickens curiously, trying to get closer.

After Xiaojiu turned back into a human shape, the baby pocket that Lu Er had sewn by himself before became much more useful. The corner puts the three-person baby pocket on the body, and then the three cubs are stuffed into each nest-the edge of the baby pocket is carefully stitched with soft fur to ensure that it will not wear the baby's skin.

The weight of the three cubs is as light as a feather to the horns, and they don't feel tired after hanging on him for a day.

Seeing Xiao Lujiu the most excited, struggling to get in touch with the chickens in the henhouse, the corner patted his little hand, and yelled: "Xiao Jiu, you have to be obedient."

Lu Jiu turned his head and looked at his father in confusion.

Jiao feels that now is the right time to have a serious talk with the boss.

He sat under the shed previously built for Lu Er, took out Xiao Lu Jiu from the baby's pocket, and placed it in front of him, with a serious expression: "Lu Jiu, now in front of your two younger brothers, we have to talk about it. ."

Xiao Lujiu bit his thumb in confusion: "Gu?"

"You are the cub of your father, and it's also natural to be close to father." Jiao pointed to the middle of Xiao Lujiu's fat legs, "but now you have become a beast type and a human type again, according to The concept of our orcs is not far from growing hair. Orc cubs at this age should be independent and sensible, do you know?"

"Huh?"

"So you can't pester your father every day-you will pester your own sub-beast from now on." Horn pointed to himself solemnly, "I am the orc who is with your father, you understand. ?"

Lu Jiu looked at Jiao stupidly: "Da?"

"In the presence of your two younger brothers, you have to set an example. Be independent in the future. Even if Father Mu wants to slap your hairy, you have to take the initiative to refuse!" Jiao emphasized, and by the way, he glanced at the third child. "Lu An, so are you!"

Lu An was sleepy, almost woken up, glanced at his father, confused.

"Since you have all agreed, then this is set." Jiao unilaterally announced the successful conclusion of this conversation, "Remember to be independent in the future!"

Lu Er, who had just walked out, stood at the door with his waist supported, and sighed with his forehead.

——It is said that a silly pregnancy for three years, how do you feel that it is not him, but the horn?

...

Live a lively life, and soon it’s New Year’s Eve.

A camp brazier was installed in the middle of the road in advance. Taking into account the dancing needs of the orcs and the Asian beasts, a space for dancing was specially set aside.

Every household also hung torches at the door, and the bright flames everywhere illuminated the night as if it were early morning. Looking at the stars from a distance, they complemented the shining galaxy in the sky, as if a galaxy was flowing in the tribe.

Except for the orcs who patrolled seriously in accordance with the rules of the tribe, everyone else put on beautiful new clothes, and the family held hands and walked happily on the road.

The doors of each house are open, and there is an empty table at the door, and all kinds of fragrances can be smelled in the house.

This table is used to put the pastry they studied. Now those various noodles are steaming on the pot, and it will take a while to be out of the pot, so they come out to let them breathe and see the state of other people's homes.

Jiao's proud work was also put on a steamer. The production process was still unwilling to let Lu Er watch. Lu Er had to take a few cubs at the door to admire the beautiful night.

Zhan Hemang held a little kid alone, moved a small bench and sat at the door.

Mang was still a little sleepy and yawned constantly. Zhan looked at the hands of the little boy in Mang's arms, as if the little guy would fall off after a little struggle, and kept his gaze on Mang with fear.

Fortunately, Lu An, the best behaved of the three brothers, was holding him, lying peacefully in Mang's arms, holding a large lollipop and licking happily.

Lu Ling hugged his second child and watched Lie and Yong walk out holding hands—noting that Lu Ling’s eyes were on the hands they were holding, Yong seemed a little embarrassed and wanted to break away, but Lie held tightly. , Dignifiedly pulling him out to the street to play.

Not long after, the steamed noodles from various households were brought out and put on the table.

Lu Lin looked over and found that the orcs had a lot of imagination.

Some are made into beasts, flowers, and trees, some are made into houses, millstones, pottery, and even some are made into farm tools such as hoes...

Among them, the pottery group has been dealing with pottery clay all the year round, and the pastry made by them is obviously much smoother than the others. Lu Yan saw that Feng He Shuang'er's pastry was a round dough jar with several axes, saws, and awls in it...

Although everything is fatter after the fermented flour is steamed, the original outline can still be seen.

Feng enthusiastically took a face axe: "Green ears, taste it."

Lu Er didn't push, he took it over and tasted it, and found that the face axe had a sweet smell, and it was obviously sugared.

"It tastes good! It's sweet."

Feng "hehe" laughed: "Our boy loves sweets, so I put some candy on him."

Lu Yan walked around the street and was invited to taste a lot of other people's pastries, each with its own flavor. Even simple pasta, because different people have different techniques and ingredients, and they also have different tastes.

Of course not all are delicious. Kang's snake-shaped pasta is a bit sour and difficult to eat.

Kang tasted it himself, and almost threw it up, very frustrated: "I deliberately found the juice of delicious fruit and added it..."

Looking at the pasta on the table, I felt hard and sour after a bite, and I was reluctant to throw it away.

Lu Er patted his shoulder helplessly: "You cut these noodles into small pieces, wrap them in egg wash and fry them, it should improve the taste a lot."

After raising chickens in the horns at the beginning of the year, many orc families followed suit, and Kang also raised a lot himself. Regardless of chicken, eggs can be regarded as a steady supply.

Now the rapeseed oil squeezed from **** also gives them the capital to eat fried food.

Lu Er went around the street, not only was he full, but the Lu Xuemao he was holding in his arms was also full, and he refused to chew on his fingers.

When I came back to my house, I was catching up with the corner to bring out the steamer.

Lu Wei was curious about the pastry that Jiao had made without telling him. He looked at the steaming steamer that was constantly radiating heat: "Jiao, what do you do?"

Jiao said proudly: "It must be the best in the tribe!"

His voice was not suppressed, and many people approached curiously. Hearing the horn proudly showing off in front of his sub-beast, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

If it is normal, Jiao Ji is very powerful, they would definitely not dare to make fun of it like this; but today's New Year's Eve, everyone's mood has become bold and relaxed, and Jiao's proud expression is really rare.

Jiao was in a good mood and was not angry. With a smile on his angular face, he placed his hand next to the steamer, winked at Lu Jin, and lifted the lid of the steamer.

The onlookers waited until the heat dissipated and looked at the things in the steamer together. After a long while, they burst into laughter, "Corner, isn't this just a ball?"

"It's also a ball with a pattern drawn on it!"

"Not as good as the snake I made!"

"Just forget about your snake."

All of a sudden, Lu Er's door was filled with joy.

Horn didn't pay attention to the laughter of those people at all, and only looked at Lu Er expectantly.

Lu Yan came over and reached out and poked the round dough ball lightly.

Some patterns were carefully carved on the dough **** with unknown tools, and they were also stroked with vegetable juice and tomato juice.

For others, these patterns are just ordinary patterns; for Lu Er, these familiar patterns make him trance as if he has returned to the familiar modern society.

"Brother, what is your ball?" Zhan Yi smiled most presumptuously, and asked while smiling. He laughed and his chest shook, and even the little Lu Jiu in his arms laughed.

Horn glanced at his younger brother, and his lips moved, highlighting two words: "Earth."

Zhan was a little at a loss: "Earth? What does this dough have to do with the ground."

Lu Er suddenly laughed.

Maybe this is the care and romance of the orc. Just relying on his past description, he remembered in his heart that he sketched a familiar and unfamiliar planet in his heart, and displayed it in a pastry way at this time.

Although the map on this small "earth" is not very accurate, although it is a little out of shape after fermentation and expansion, although...

However, Lu Er still reaped the overflowing touch.

He walked up to the orc whose face was written "please praise", reached out his hand to hold the horned face, and proactively stood on tiptoe and kissed it.

The surrounding cheered suddenly.

Between his lips and teeth, Lu Wei smiled softly: "Thank you, Jiao."

...

Everyone sang and danced on the street all night. Lu Er also took out the wine he had brewed later and asked everyone to taste it-this time everyone only took one or two sips to ensure that they would never get drunk again.

When they were tired from playing, everyone returned to their homes. Lu Wei patted his hands and called Zhan, Mang, Lao Jijie, Teng, Hongyun, and Snow Leopard to his home, and invited them to eat a brand new food made by himself. .

The thin dough is wrapped with fragrant meat, boiled in boiling water for a while, taken out and placed on a plate, and then served with garlic paste.

Zhan couldn’t stop eating at all, and puffed into his mouth while whistling: "What is this? Why is it so delicious!"

"This is dumplings."

Lu Yan looked at the horns eating happily, a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, "You should eat something delicious for the New Year."

After everyone had eaten for a round, Lu Er raised the cup, stood up, smiled and said: "This year we will implement a new calendar for the first time. In the future, I wish everyone of us good health and the tribe prosperous!"

Everyone applauded.

"And the most important thing in the end..." Lu Yan looked around the family members after he came into this world, the gentle smile in his eyes poured out from deep in his heart, and his voice softened unconsciously.

"happy New Year!"

The laughter and the scent of the food are entangled, and the warmth from the kang head warms the whole home.

Until a long time later in the future, everyone will be able to recall their first year. Although the lives of the following years have been better than those of the previous year, the aroma of dumplings is deeply engraved in their memory and is indelible.