Survival of Prehistoric Widows [Farming]

There was no news throughout the winter, and most people in the Redwood tribe felt that Zitong had already been killed 80% of the time.

Unexpectedly, Zitong is still alive now, and is back?

After Li told Teng, he trot to inform Zitong's father. The old Asian beast was gloomy all winter, but fortunately, someone enlightened him and was not too sad.

Now I suddenly heard of this happy event, the wool needles in the hands of Old Yamon fell to the ground, and he didn't care that the ball of yarn was contaminated with the dust on the ground, and he ran out faster than the orc.

Li was stunned for a moment, and hurried to catch up: "Slow down, be careful of falling!"

When I ran to the gate of the tribe, I saw Zitong talking with a few close Asian beasts beside their protective wall.

Seeing Mr. Mu who raised him, Zi Tong was taken aback, and tears quickly filled his purple eyes. He hugged the old Asian beast and cried, "Father Mu!"

Lao Yaju was holding his lost child, tears full of tears, and his face was filled with gratification: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back..."

Feeling a little calm, Lao Yamon stood up straight and looked up and down Zitong to see if Zitong's body was injured.

At this look, Lao Ya Beast found that Zi Tong was wearing a strange set of clothes. It is not a sweater, it has a harder texture than a sweater, but it looks lighter.

"Zi Tong, are you...?"

Zitong wiped her tears, then remembered that she hadn't explained her experience, and quickly pointed to the group of orcs behind him: "I was rescued by the people of the Zima tribe, and then I stayed there because of the cold season."

"Zi Ma tribe?"

Teng walked out of the tribe and frowned slightly.

He heard the name of this tribe from the Heihe tribe when he went out to change salt before.

The orcs of this Zima tribe are said to be extremely xenophobic, and they have an inexplicable arrogance. They look down on other orcs and hardly trade with other orcs, so not many people know-but the strength of this tribe is very strong, even with others. When the orcs are dealing with their noses, they are almost up to the sky, and they also have their arrogant capital.

Teng looked at the orcs behind Zitong with some scrutiny, and found that they were all purple like Zitong.

These orcs looked at a lot of people with scrutinizing eyes. This was the first time that they were looked at like this. Right now, they got a little anger in their hearts and turned their eyes to the leader Ao, intending to express their dissatisfaction, and they became angry.

If it were to follow the past, Ao would definitely go away in a rage--what qualifications does such a small tribe of orcs have to look at him with such a vision?

But the high wall next to him was a little surprised, and he didn't even pay attention to his eyes for a while.

He walked to the wall and patted it just now. The dull and thick feeling gave people infinite peace of mind. There is no doubt that the ordinary beast impact will not cause any harm to this wall, and the people living in it are much safer than ordinary tribes!

This mahogany tribe is not as useless as ordinary small tribes...

Ao made an evaluation in his heart: No wonder Zitong's temperament is so different from ordinary orcs.

Before sending Zitong back to the Redwood tribe to visit, Ao's plan was to leave immediately after picking up Zitong's Mu's father, and there was no need to enter the tent, so as not to be entangled by this small tribe. You must know that many small tribes cried and wanted to go to them after they knew the Zima tribe. Although he liked Zitong, he didn't plan to add an oil bottle to the tribe for this.

However, this wall made him change his mind slightly and decided to stay and have a look.

Ao retracted his gaze from the wall and nodded, with a somewhat arrogant expression: "Knowing that it is our Zima tribe, why don't you let us rest in a tent?"

This attitude is in line with Teng's cognition of the Zima tribe.

It's just that the other orcs didn't know the usual style of the Zima tribe, and when Ao said this, his face was a little innocent.

But thinking about these orcs as Zitong's lifesavers, they didn't say anything.

Only Li mumbled disdainfully: "Where did the soil buns come from, even when we live in a tent?"

Then Lee was tossed by others and shut up angrily.

An orc next to Ao showed a disgusting expression: "If you don't live in a tent, don't you live in a cave?"

Zitong turned her head, a trace of sympathy and love flashed in her eyes, as if she was looking at her own silly boy.

"Boss, they are not bad guys." Although Zitong felt very speechless for the inexplicable arrogance of the Zima tribe, after a cold season, he did discover that these orcs of the Zima tribe had other aspects besides arrogance. They were all very good. This time he begged Ao to send him back, and Ao happily agreed.

Looking at Zitong's expression, he had a general understanding in his heart, and a subtle expression appeared on his face: "Then please come in...a house just happened to be vacant."

Entering the Redwood tribe, the scene that was previously blocked by the wall was displayed in front of the Zima tribe, making them grow up with their mouths, their eyes flashing with horror and incredible.

——What is this?

Why is it so different from the tent cave they imagined?

Teng has been paying attention to their expressions. After seeing their shocked mouths, the smile on his face widened: "Please."

There were not many people from the Zima tribe, only five or six, and they were all brought to the former residence of Lie for the time being. Since Lie officially established a relationship with Yong and moved all his belongings away, this room has almost become a reception A special place for orcs.

Considering that it is not safe for the foreign orcs and Lu Er to live together, Teng planned to build a special guest room, but construction has not yet started.

On the short journey from the main entrance to the guest room, the orcs of the Zima tribe kept refreshing their cognition.

The orcs and sub-beasts of the Mahogany Tribe all wear soft and beautiful sweaters and carry various tools in their hands. Sometimes when they talk, they say things that they don't understand at all.

The ground under the feet has been pressed flat and firm. Some people planted some small vegetables at the door. The spring flowers have sprouted, and some grew fast and even bloomed.

After entering the room, sitting on the table, Teng specially prepared some steamed buns, fried meat, fried eggs, and millet porridge to serve. He deliberately entertained them: "It's all home-cooked dishes. Thank you for saving Zitong. Everyone can make do Right."

The expressions on the faces of the orcs of the Zi Ma tribe were a bit psychedelic, and the previous arrogance disappeared completely.

The orc who mocked the cave of the Redwood tribe was flushed with embarrassment when facing other people's gaze.

——The tall walls, the flat ground, the birds and sheep in the yard, and the fragrant and delicious foods that I have never seen before but look very delicate...

——This is a small tribe?

——This is a small tribe!

...

At this time, Lu Er was also preparing lunch.

When they were away, they carried food, but they certainly couldn't rely on the food. Zhan and Horn would take turns hunting.

The falcon flies in the air on a daily basis. In fact, I wanted to go hunting, and was disgusted by the war: "You are so slow, so stay there."

In the end, he could only grievances and became the mount of the old sacrificial priest.

The old priest was very satisfied with the stability of the rhino orc, and specially comforted him: "When you arrive at the altar tribe, I will introduce you to the Asian beast."

In fact, after joining the Redwood Tribe for so long, I have never pursued the Asian Beast. Hearing that, the Asian Beasts of the Redwood Tribe disliked him as having no fur. There should be Asian Beasts who do not like fur in the altar tribe!

This time they went out, besides the pottery, they also brought a hanging copper pot. Teng prepared for Lu Er.

There is not much bronze in the tribe. Lu Er didn’t want it, but he was forced to accept it by Teng: "You have a sloppy mouth, the pottery may be damaged on the road. This bit of bronze is not a big deal. Other tribes will bring copper mines over after the Spring Festival begins. Deal with us."

The copper pot has been cast, and the horns directly represent that Lu Er accepted it.

Not to mention, the dishes cooked by metal cookware with fast heat transfer are really different from the pottery pot.

Lu Er cooked a porridge, and the horns cleaned up the caught waterbirds and then roasted them on the fire.

Lu Yan looked at the waterfowl and ducks, and thought of raising ducks again in his heart: "This kind of waterfowl can be raised on the lake behind our tribe."

Zhan Zheng teased Xiao Lu Jiu, listening to his mouth: "You want to raise everything."

The horns are thinking carefully: "Yes, but you have to figure out how to restrain them from running."

The ducks in the previous life that Lu Yan knew had a blind obedience to the head duck. As long as the head duck did not run, the other ducks would be behaved.

When I was considering how to domesticate the head duck, an eagle dropped down on his head "hula", landed into a human form, and walked over expectantly: "Can you eat it?"

He smelled the scent below in the air, and couldn't help it.

Noting the falcon’s beast shape just now, Lu Yan's eyes suddenly lit up-how did he forget the greatest advantage of the orcs?

Most beasts or birds have a fledgling complex. As long as they hatch duck eggs, let an orc with a bird-like beast be seen by the young bird first, and then the duck as a duckling will lead them into the water?

Perfect and precise control of the actions of the ducks!

The more he thought about it, the more he found it feasible, and he stared at the Falcon, wishing to try it now.

Falcon was stared with horror—Lu Er's gaze was second, the gaze in the back corner was so gloomy and frightening!

——Did he fly down in advance to ask if the meal is ready, but actually made a serious mistake?

Hayabusa quickly took a step back and said solemnly, "I think the danger around has not been completely eliminated. I will investigate again."

After speaking, he quickly became an eagle, spreading his wings and flying into the sky.

Only then did Lu Er look back regretfully, and turned his head to look at the gloomy expression in the upper corner that hadn't been completely put away.

"Are you jealous again?" Lu Ling said funnyly, a little helpless with this particularly possessive lion, "I just thought of some ideas for raising ducks."

"I know." Horn murmured.

Had it not been known that Lu Yan had no other thoughts, he would have beaten Falcon a long time ago.

But even if he knew it, he would still be jealous for Lu Yan staring at other orcs.

But he didn't want Lu Er to feel that he was in control of his life, so Jiao kept sulking, occasionally acting like a baby or begging for justice in bed.

The occasional snack vinegar enhances the relationship between his partners. Lu Yan actually thought it was quite sweet, so he sat next to the corner and patted him: "Transform, I'll scratch your back."

The pure white lion lay on the ground, feeling the comfortable feeling of his own Asian beast's soft little hands tickling him on his back, and making a comfortable sound of "snoring" from his throat.

All the jealousy and stuffiness are gone now.

Zhan stood on the side holding Xiao Lu Jiu, watching his brother completely grasped by Lu Yan, his eyes were full of contempt, and he touched Xiao Lu Jiu's head: "Little Jiu, I won't be able to learn from your father in the future. After being caught, he became very obedient and disregarded a bit of dignity."

Lu Jiu chewed his thumb: "Huh?"

...

It's the season when everything is recovering, and Zhan He Jiao can return with a full load every time.

At the beginning, the horn will bring Xiao Luan with him, hoping to stimulate Xiao Luan's wildness through the hunting process, and hope that Xiao Luan can become a beast as soon as possible.

But after being taken out several times by the horn, Lu An would cry with fright every time, and he didn't even get close to the big lion behind, which made the horn a headache and reluctant to give up.

Lu Ye saw the little guy crying, and he was heartbroken: "Would you like to wait for him to be older?"

Although the cubs of the orcs are all precocious, Xiao Luan is less than one year old...If this is a human, he would still be at the age of lying in a crib and acting like a baby.

Jiao looked at Xiao Lu An with a sad face: "If you transform too late, the gap between him and Xiao Jiu will widen."

"How about the Gap Conference?"

"There will be natural competition among the cubs of the same family." The old priest also walked over at this time, took out a piece of candy from his arms and handed it to Xiao Luan, pointing at Hezhan, "If you look They knew it since they were young."

Lu Wei knew that Zhan and Jiao would occasionally fight, but it seemed that the competition was not very fierce. He couldn't help being a little curious: "Did Zhan and Jiao compete fiercely when I was young?"

"No. Zhan's jealous corner can be raised under the totem, and the horned jealousy can live at home, and the two often fight." The old priest looked at Jiao Hezhan's growth, and his impression was very clear. "Zhan Cong is more careful. I don’t know where to learn to deceive, but at the beginning, I can deceive the horns very seriously.

The corner "snorted": "I let him."

Lu Er was very interested in what Jiao had when he was a child. While gently patting Lu An on the back, he continued to ask, "What happened later?"

"Later, Jiao found out that he was fooled, so he beat Zhan violently. After that, he would beat Zhan every time he was fooled. Zhan did not know how to repent. He obviously couldn't beat him, so he had to be beaten."

Zhan brought over the prey that he had processed, and he jumped a little when he heard the words: "I can't beat it! I have beaten it too!"

Sitting by the campfire, Jiao raised his eyes slightly and glanced at him: "How many times?"

Zhan suffocated his breath: "At least three times!"

Horn let out a disdainful "Oh" sound: "I have beaten you at least thirty times."

war:"……"

The old priest spread his hand to Lu Yan: "Look, if the brothers are not evenly matched, the weaker one will definitely be beaten."

After Lu Er laughed, he was also a bit worried-looking at the two white and tender meat dumplings now, he couldn't imagine how the two little guys would be beaten and beaten in the future.

The potential of Xiaolujiu can now be determined to be extremely high. If Xiaoluan is much weaker than Xiaolujiu, then he might really be bullied by his brother.

Although Lu Er feels that his education should not be too much, but it is naturally better for children to avoid these problems when they grow up.

However, Xiao Luan was afraid of hunting, and taking him out would only make him feel scared, maybe it would only be counterproductive.

Lu Er pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Shi: "Shi, how many days will you help take Xiao An out?"

Since he set out, he has been immersed in the imagination of the altar tribe, especially the crazy eating of dog food from Lu Er and Jiao along the way, making him full of desire to find a partner-if he finds a partner, he will definitely pet the Jiao Lu Ning is the same spoiled, no, he must be more spoiled than the horned pet Lu Ning!

At that time, other people will definitely be envious!

At this moment, he suddenly heard Lu Yan mention him, and he was taken aback: "Huh?"

"Xiao An's animal type is a deer, I think maybe violent hunting is not suitable for him." Lu Ling thought, "You take him to the grass, bushes and other places for a stroll?"

This is actually a piece of cake, but...

Shigan smiled and glanced at the horns whose face turned gloomy again: "This...or else, would you discuss it with the horns first?"

Don't hurt the innocent.

Lu Er looked back at the corner of his eyes.

Jiao said with some dissatisfaction: "Why don't you let me go?"

Lu Ling pointed to the little guy who had just stopped crying in his arms: "He is crying now when he sees a lion."

Not to mention the horns, even the Golden Retriever Lion fight would make Xiao Luan cry non-stop.

Jiao thinks about how the little guy was crying just now, there is nothing to say.

After that, I took Xiao Luan to run often outside every day, and returned to report to Lu An’s daily state:

"Xiao An seems to like this white flower very much, catching the grass and rolling all the time."

"Xiao An ate two berries outside today-I have eaten the berries and they are not poisonous."

"Xiao An today..."

A month or so after they left the Redwood Tribe, in the early morning, when Lu Ling was holding the little guy out to urinate, the little guy suddenly pointed to a grass on the side of the road and cried out.

Lu Lin leaned over to take a look and was amused: "Catnip? Xiaoan, you are a deer."

Jiao immediately took a step back when he saw Catnip, his face was very ugly: "Pull it out!"

Thinking of her own experience of smoking catnip twice before, Jiao felt that her shame was about to explode again.

He didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of his brother and the sacrifice!

Knowing what he was thinking, Lu Ling walked to the wild catnip plant with Xiao'an in his arms, stretched out his hand to pull it out, and prepared to throw it away.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Luan stretched out her white and tender little hand, and suddenly grabbed the catnip leaf, and put it into her mouth with a single bite!

Lu Er was taken aback: "Xiao'an? I can't eat this, I'll throw it up."

Xiao Lu'an's teeth had grown out, and he chewed the tender leaf in his mouth, happily "ahhhh" twice, and suddenly "puffed" into a pure white deer.

Lu Yan and the corner standing at the back were dumbfounded.

——Xiao Luan turned into a beast with a bite of catnip? !

When he came back to his senses, the little white deer had gnawed away a whole catnip plant leisurely, without letting go of the roots.

Lu Er picked up the little white deer and looked around, and found that the little white deer seemed to have no adverse reactions, and he was relieved.

According to his understanding, catnip is non-toxic to humans and animals, but the world is different from modern society, which makes him a little uneasy.

Little Bailu moved both ears and licked Lu Er's face affectionately.

Jiao walked over cautiously at this time, his nose moved lightly, and found that the smell of catnip was very weak, only then came closer, and the expression on his face was quite complicated.

On the one hand, his cub finally turned into a beast type, so there is no need to worry about whether there is a problem with him;

On the other hand, this little guy actually likes to eat something terrible like catnip!

Although catnip **** very comfortably, it is easy to be embarrassed if you can't control your actions!

Taking a closer look at the little white deer, he found that the little white deer had eaten a whole catnip plant, and his eyes were still extremely clear, without a trace of blurring.

"Catnip only has a special effect on cats." Lu Yan saw Jiao's doubts and explained with a smile, "Xiao An probably just likes the taste of catnip."

Horn stretched out his hand and scratched Xiao Bailu's chin, and muttered: "What is bad to eat, you should eat this kind of food."

It is a good thing for Xiao Luan to become a beast.

Lu Er took a set of all the seeds with him, and catnip was no exception. Seeing that Xiao Bailu seemed to like to eat catnip, he specially cultivated some of them with spiritual water to make snacks for him.

This is a bitter horn. Every time Lu Er feeds Xiao Bai Lu with catnip, he has to drag him to avoid him, watching Lu Er and Xiao Bai Lu making an affection, but he does not dare to get in.

Zhan had never experienced the power of catnip, and was very curious: "Is that stuff so scary?"

In fact, the process of smoking catnip was really comfortable. Jiao recalled the feeling that there was actually a slight movement in his heart-it was just that the shameful behaviors made after inhaling the ignorance made him determined not to experience the third time.

Immediately he said solemnly: "It's terrible, you must never touch it."

Zhan rolled his eyes and nodded: "Okay, I remember."

Jiao could see that his younger brother didn't take his words seriously, so he narrowed his eyes slightly.

-Fighting this bastard, a stomach of bad water...

——But Zhan is really embarrassed by sucking catnip, what is his business?

——Look back and ask Lu Er to hide the catnip. He doesn't care how shame the war is, don't scare Lu Er and the cubs.

...

At about the same time, Mang carefully planted something in his small vegetable garden.

Zitong passed by holding a bundle of strange hay, and saw that Mang was groping and farming, and it seemed a little different from before. He stopped to observe for a while and was somewhat surprised: "Mang, can you see it?"

Mang raised his head, with a hint of shyness on his face: "I can see more clearly than before."

Now he saw people have a relatively clear outline.

"That's great!" Zitong guessed happily, "Did Green Ear healed you?"

"Well, my brother asked me to eat carrots every day." When talking about Lu Er, the smile on Mang's face opened up, but he frowned when he thought of the smell of carrots, "Although it's awful."

"Eat it even if it's unpalatable, Green Ear is definitely not wrong." Zitong gathered the hay into his arms and said seriously.

Mang nodded and thought for a while to ask: "What are you holding?"

"Ah, this is what I learned in the Zima tribe. This kind of hay is sewn into pillows and sleeps comfortably at night." Zitong patted the hay in his arms and said proudly, "Jiao said that Green Ears can't sleep well at night. Feel, I’m going to make one for Lu Er."

"Brother will be back for a long time."

"It's okay, this thing won't break!"

Ao, who was hiding by the side, couldn't bear it anymore. He jumped out and looked at Mang with some hostility. He turned to look at Zitong again: "Zitong, let's go back, it's time to eat."

Zitong has become accustomed to this guy coming out from her at any time these days, thinking about it, it's almost time to eat, bid farewell to Mang, and happily returned home with the hay.

On the way back, Ao spoke in his heart for a long time before tentatively asking: "Zi Tong, do you like that... Mang?"

That beast talent has just grown up, how can he be reliable!

"Ah? Mang is the green-eared brother!" Zitong was a little confused, "I'm still a child!"

Ao suddenly realized that it seemed that the little red bear he had to guard against was not the name "Green Ear", which appeared in Zitong's mouth too frequently!

He was a bit wronged: "Zi Tong, can you stop talking about the Asian beast called'Green Ear' every day?"

"Huh? What's the matter? Green ears are the pride of our redwood tribe!" Zitong was a little unhappy when Ao said so, "No one in our tribe does not appreciate him."

Ao saw that Zitong was unhappy, and closed his mouth a little aggrieved.

The young patriarch of his dignified Zima tribe, when did he experience this kind of grievance?

——His purple pupil would not like that green ear, right?