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The phrase "I'm willing to support you" failed to make Wu Luo's heart flutter, but the phrase "sick" really made him a little at a loss.

He didn't say anything, but Yan had already seen through his thoughts.

After completing the relevant picking tasks in advance, the women placed the nuts they picked up along the way together, greeted Wu Luo and Yan, and walked back chirping.Yan jumped down from the tree and followed Wuluo side by side. They didn't learn too much, but it was enough to cope with the usual sayings. They can talk about anything when they chat. The lovely twins, the valley that Amber talked about Seeds, and golden fruit...

The two who were really familiar with the language fell behind and remained silent.

There were no unexpected accidents along the way, but Yan handed the basket to Wu Luo, checked the sound behind him, and then returned empty-handed.

"What's the matter?" Uro still remembered the new tribe that might invade, and seeing his serious expression, he asked, "Did you notice something?"

Yan Ruo thought thoughtfully, "I'm not sure, maybe I'm overthinking."

"Oh——" Uro nodded, and returned the basket without any hassle. He was still suffering from the after-effects of the earthy love story. I was trembling, and I couldn't tell if I had a stress reaction after not dating for too long, or if I really felt the aversion to being seen through my heart.

God Yan was there, and even wanted to steal a fruit, and asked Wu Luo if he wanted to be an accomplice together.

Uro hesitated for only three seconds before agreeing.

The women missed out on a great opportunity to conspire with the two witches because they were talking too happily, but they didn't care too much.When passing by the repaired fence, Jin saw Da Zhuang carrying a log, and suddenly broke away from the team and came over. The women looked at her inexplicably, and seeing her blinking, she said to Da Zhuang with a sweet smile, "Zhuang, I want to ask you something."

Da Zhuang scratched his head, carried the tree with one hand, and replied earnestly, "Sumire, tell me."

"Are you willing to raise me?" Jin asked after thinking about it.

Da Zhuang thought about it seriously, and replied to Jin very seriously. The wood on his shoulders trembled slightly with the muscles. After thinking for a while, he said, "I don't have meat or fruit to support you, Jin."

Sumire pouted, but she also understood it, so she agreed helplessly, "Yeah, you can't support me."

She was about to leave in frustration, but was stopped again.

"That's right." Da Zhuang turned his head to look, but he couldn't find anything. He suddenly cut off a small green bud from the tree, and the dead tree spit out new green buds. He took the inedible Tender green cut it off, pinned it on Violet's fluffy hair, and smiled innocently, "This is for you, it's a new one, don't be unhappy."

Sumire touched the cold green leaves on her head, and didn't know what to say for a moment. In fact, no matter who the first man she met, she would ask like this. After all, what she wanted was an answer, not a person.But Da Zhuang's answer was far beyond her imagination. This kind of green leaf is so common that she would not look at it when it was thrown on the ground.

"Yeah." Jin replied softly, recalling what Bluebird said to Jie in the past, she hurriedly said, "Zhuang, let's have dinner together."

"Oh." Da Zhuang was a little confused, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

Jin briskly turned back to the team, and the women couldn't understand what she was doing, so they gathered around to ask, but after all, Jie had been with Blue Bird for a long time, and knew better, and asked her jokingly, "Do you want to have a baby with Zhuang?"

The more popular men in the tribe are actually Bai Lian and Mo, and Zhuang is slightly inferior. Jin didn't have any differences with Da Zhuang in the past, so Jiecai was curious.

"Yeah." Sumire twirled the green bud and said softly, "I just thought about it."

Wu Luo followed behind to watch the whole process, and was slowly wiping the remaining evidence on his mouth with a handkerchief, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "Primitive love is really simple and hot, and the purpose of coming up is to have a baby. It really guarantees personal It’s deeply admirable that you don’t forget to contribute to the tribe while being emotional, and I’m about to cry.”

"It seems that you are a fan of the eight o'clock file." Yan ruthlessly complained about him from behind.

Wu Luo could well understand the reason why Yan enjoys such excellent conditions and is still single until now, so he sighed and said, "Don't say that, it's human nature to love dog blood, and it's human instinct to hope for a happy ending. Isn't it wonderful that children are born under the love of their parents?"

"It hurts even more when you die."

Wu Luo was stabbed in the heart, feeling very uncomfortable, and said helplessly, "Mr. Yan, I don't have any entertainment anymore, and you still need to try to stab my miserable life several times. What a failure of my character, let you be like this." hate me."

"Probably because I wasn't too successful either."

"Yes, yes, I can see that you are really unsuccessful as a human being, but now that we have formed a team, can we win or lose?"

Yan suddenly fell silent, and it took him a long time to react slowly. He looked at Wu Luo with a half-smile, "Is the negative negative? What do you think?"

"...You actually know how to play hooligans."

Uro's fuss is as much acting as it is real, quietly avoiding the traps laid in words.No matter what, Yan Jin accepted everything according to the order, and he didn't completely expose his surprise.

After harvesting, it is time to sort out the fruit. The fruit is still a little dirty. The women carry clay pots to fetch water, clean each fruit and put them back into the baskets.Yan just boiled a pot of salt water, poured it into the pot and let it cool down, and asked the women to give it to the men to drink. Carrying wood is easy to sweat, and sometimes after a day of doing it, the voice is hoarse and smokes. The jars are inconvenient to carry and easily broken, so Yan can only be boiled in the tribe and sent out.

Violet was very active when he was attacked, and stretched out two round and strong arms from the sackcloth animal skin, holding the clay pot, just like the beautiful girl holding the milk pot in the oil painting.

"I'll deliver it." Jin said happily.

Yan was taken aback for a moment, a little caught off guard by such enthusiasm, wondering why the task of delivering water suddenly became popular, but it was a good thing after all, and he was happy to see Jin full of fighting spirit, "Oh, okay, you go, there are a few more people, You have worked so hard, call a few more, and you can eat a fruit."

The woman who stays can rest for a while and drink some salt water, and the woman who goes to deliver water can eat a sweet fruit.

The concept of reward and punishment is slowly being perfected.

Uro's hand was swimming in the cold water like a fish, squinting his eyes to stare at Violet's almost jumping back, and couldn't help feeling sincerely, "I hope Zhuang won't wet the bed in the middle of the night. This jar of water is enough for three men to drink. If he is swallowed in one breath, it will be very dangerous to the kidneys."

The life after "retirement" is relaxed and happy. Wu Luo squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky. There were not even a single bird in the sky. After half a day of such a leisurely and happy life, he felt as if he had rested for half a year. It was half-truth, half-truth, he was a hopeless workaholic.

When Hu Po and the others came back, the twilight was deep, and the golden-red sunset glow dyed the dense fog on the green hills into two distinct strokes, outlining the steep mountain walls.

Thick smoke emanates from the tribe surrounded by wood and trees. These trees look the same, but some barks have their own characteristics when burned. Either the smell is scary, or the smoke is too heavy. After cooking, wash your face with a basin of black water.

The smoke was like a signal. When Hu Po and the others came back exhausted, everyone had a golden wave of wheat on their waists. When the evening wind blew, it trembled. The dust covers it.

"Witch." Hu Po caught a glimpse of Wu Luo who was touching fish, paddling water, and polishing bone arrows. She almost rushed up and pulled out the wheat on her waist to show him, "Can this be eaten?"

Uro has only seen what wheat looks like on the Internet. The one in front of him looks more like a golden bristlegrass, covered with fine fluff. He squeezed the full ears of wheat with his hands, almost Rough rice grains fell into the palm of the hand, and there were still a few shriveled empty shells, but the yield was so large that he felt astonished. No wonder the Seven Bran Tribe developed fast enough, and the harvest volume was really astonishing.

"Have you all taken it back?"

Amber shook her head and said, "No, there are too many. Some of them were secretly eaten a lot, but they still grow a lot, but some are still greener. I think they are like fruits, so they are kept."

"Hmm..." Wu Luo thought about it for a moment, and felt that there was nothing unexpected, so he looked at Yan and asked, "You know these things better than me, can you eat them?"

"The rods can be left to feed animals, and mixed with grass to feed them. Even if they can't survive a winter, it's not a problem to reconcile them and eat them for half the winter." Yan glanced at them, giving full play to his ability as a survival manual in the wild, "the millet on it It can be eaten, if you need it, I can bring the stone mill over tomorrow, grind the outer shell into bran powder, use water to make dough, or feed it to silly beasts, and—"

Before Uro could speak, Amber asked first, "What else?"

"Also, you can turn it over and grind it on the stone a little bit." Yan Ping said, "If you continue grinding, the arrow will be completely deflected."

Wu □□ coughed, and quickly turned over the thin wooden stick in his hand.

There is no need for Wuluo to introduce these things in detail. Amber alone can give orders. She doesn't simply believe in Yan. She even tried to eat the rice stalks. He began to split the harvested rice stalks, as neatly as splitting a beast.

"Feeling a little lonely?" Yan leaned over and asked him, his voice calm and indifferent, "They can live without you, and asking you is just a procedure, whether it takes a long or short time, they will always be alone made it this far."

Wu Luo couldn't help poking Yan with a small wooden arrow that had just been sharpened, and said helplessly, "So what, do you not need to eat at night or do you want to talk nonsense? Don't mess with me. They can do theirs, and I can do mine, how do you know that what I'm going to do must be interfering with them, people are inherently influencing each other."

"Humph." Yan Heng laughed, and he withdrew again, put away his contemptuous attitude, and said to Amber, "I found traces of people's activities outside the fruit forest, not our people, you should prepare more recently, be careful attack."

Amber pondered for a moment, she nodded and said, "Okay, there are still a few leaks in the wall, I'll let the men guard it, are they near the fruit forest?"

"You really saw something on the road, why didn't you tell me?" Wu Luo joined the conversation in surprise, and couldn't help but look at Yan's calm and unwavering face, "You don't believe my fighting power."

Yan Pingdan replied, "There's no need to ask back, you know it very well."

Uro was choked, and felt helpless for a while, but speaking of it, his force value is really insignificant to this world, and he is not even as brave as a woman—he has seen women training, and he understands that his inertia cannot Persist in that kind of hard training, fitness exercise is not comparable to life and death.

"Then what do you do?" Amber ignored Uro, of course she still remembered the scary crackling red snake, but the voice was too terrifying, if it wasn't for Uro's orders, she might not be able to recover for a while, this time With walls and weapons, she didn't want to rely on Wu Luo, so she set her sights on Yan.

Yan Rare was naughty, "I will act according to my own preferences."

Amber looked at him in confusion, didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, just repeated vaguely "likes, actions?"

She can understand what it means to like and what it means to be good, but when these words are connected with actions, it becomes difficult to understand.

Like good things, then act?

Amber tilted her head in thought, trying to understand the real intention of the sentence "Are you going to attack them?"

"It's just self-defense."

Sending away the ignorant female leader, Wu Luo blew on the sawdust remaining on the arrowhead, and said slowly, "Then, do you want me to help move the stones behind?"

"Everyone should do their bit." Yan Xinran agreed.

Wu Luo saw that he was still on the stage, so he could only break the situation by himself first, and said helplessly, "Okay, don't sing with me here, you finally came after waiting for so long, what did you see, how long will they attack?" , have you counted them?"

"There are not many people coming, they are still exploring the way. There are two reasons for the attack between tribes. One is that they cannibalize themselves. Killing other tribes is equivalent to plundering food, and they can also get the accumulation of that tribe. supplies; another reason is the urgent need for expansion, they need more people.” Yan said slowly, “The aggression in this world is no different, and people are not stupid, don’t you know that thieves have to step on the door when they come? Not to mention robbery .”

Uro looked at him after pondering for a moment, "You mean that the other party has stepped on the fruit forest."

"Yes, there are plenty of fruits in the orchard, but there are traces of other people's activities nearby. Our tribe goes straight and doesn't walk around randomly, but the people who step on the spot are different. They don't have a specific direction, so they must go the wrong way to be sure. The correct direction. If there are more people coming, there should be more traces, and there will not be such a large amount of fruit trees."

The atmosphere fell into a strange silence, and Uro pondered for a moment and said, "There is no shortage of fruit in the fruit forest, which means that it is not because the new tribe has taken root nearby, let alone for the resources of this fruit forest, so it is most likely that they are here to attack."

"That's right." Yan nodded and said, "Hunting is the same as attacking. The longer the distance, the more you need to prepare a place to stay, or a nest built with stones, or a temporary hut made of trees for shelter."

Uro immediately understood, "So they won't come in the next few days, but they are ready, and the next step is to notify the big troops to come over."

Yan Xinran nodded.

"It's just a battle between primitive tribes. In the end, the two of us talked like a battle of wits between the three kingdoms." After Wu Luo got a definite answer, he couldn't help complaining about the atmosphere he and Yan created. The disease will probably never be cured, so what do you think, should we dig pits and traps?"

Yan smiled thoughtfully, "I said, I will act according to my own preferences."

For some reason, this sentence made Uro suddenly feel a chill, and he didn't even know whether he should pity that miserable tribe.

In the days that followed, the tribe apparently entered a state of alert. Although there was nothing unusual about it as usual, a lot of manpower was added for both gathering and harvesting. They strived for a quick decision and harvested as much food as they could.However, the amount of wheat harvested is too considerable, resulting in piles of wheat as high as the wall in the open space. Sometimes the silly beasts sneak up and eat a few or even dozens of them, and no one can notice.

The tools in the tribe are not enough, and the wheat cannot be processed quickly. Whether it is separating the ears of wheat from the stalks or pounding rice, it is relatively slow, causing the wheat to quickly stack up to the height of a person, and even climb up against the wall. However, the straw The increase in the number of animals saves the trouble of picking grass on weekdays. The silly beasts are fat and strong, and a fat beast that is obviously older was dragged out that night and was stabbed.

With the knife in hand, the blood poured into the clay basin, and each person in the tribe shared a bowl.

Amber stood among the crowd, thought for a moment, and decided to build a high platform under the totem pole, so that she could walk to the platform when she wanted to speak, which would be more obvious.

Uro hid behind and scalded the blood with hot water. The viscous blood coagulated into lumps. He stirred it with chopsticks for a while, and added a few vegetables after he felt it was barely edible.The gourds that had been planted before were hollowed out and used by Yan to dry them to make utensils. The meat of the dug out gourds was so bitter that they were not edible at all, so they had to pick some wild vegetables to make a living.

There are more and more people in the tribe, and the pottery is gradually becoming more abundant, so Yan has changed from the chef to the main person in charge, and many women have joined the cooking team, and they have also started to divide the kitchen slowly.This is how time is compressed. People in the past always thought that if the horse-drawn carriage was invented to shorten the distance, they would save a lot of time for rest. In fact, they just used the time saved to work overtime.

The same goes for eating. Amber doesn't want to waste too much time on eating because they have more important things to be busy with, so they can't eat slowly like before.

However, in the tribe, only several kitchens are separated, which is still far from complete privatization.The main kitchen still belongs to the high-level management of the tribe—Hu Po, Yan, and Yan’s family members Yan Xiaowang, Wu Luo, Mo, etc., who have certain powers. Yan should have participated in it, but she was quickly assigned to in another group.

Mo was drinking blood, his lips and teeth were stained with scarlet, and he looked murderous.

Yan, who had his own actions, dunked the bowl of blood into the clay pot in an orderly manner, and said slowly, "I'll have a portion of the mushroom hot pot, don't you want to try this ancient custom?"

"It's easy to say, I'm afraid of sudden death on the spot." Uro stirred the blood clots that were slowly solidifying with chopsticks, and a large handful of pounded rice and shells were stuffed in another jar waiting for them to cook, "Do you dare to help wash the rice and remove the chaff? , rather than just watching."

Yan Xiaowang was getting together with a few children, sitting on the pile of wood, shaking his feet, and sipping the uncooled animal blood. He seemed much more excited, probably the first time he had experienced such an activity, and he was following The friend asked what happened.

From the beginning to the end, only Wu Luo and Yan were the bystanders.

It is true that pounding rice cannot completely peel off the rice and bran. The dark shell is mixed with the yellow-white rice grains. A little blowing can blow off some of the shell, but it cannot be removed completely, and the rice has to be soaked in water. The shell will fully float up.These bran are not inedible, they can be ground into powder with a stone mill and then added with water to make dough, which can be eaten or fed.

People say that Jiangshan Sheji is a kind of grain, which shows the importance of grain seeds.

Yan didn't wash the rice very seriously. After two days of pounding and sifting the jar of rice under his hands, the huge stones were raised and lowered, and the women sweated a lot during the work. Finally, he understood why the man's throat was so loud all the time. It was smoking, and it was almost too late to deliver the boiling water. He still felt rough holding the jar, and asked casually, "You are short of a pension, do you have any plans for the future?"

"If it's safe, I'd like to go out for a trip, but unfortunately the world is not peaceful now. Apart from staying at home and watching other people fall in love, I have no interest in other things. At most, I want to open a small shop and take on some purchasing jobs by the way." Wu Luogu Tsukuru suddenly realized, "Oh, I forgot one more thing. I have to exercise my muscles so that I can help lift the stone when the enemy comes."

In the distance, Sumire is leaning against Zhuang, not to mention any affection, she just looks like she is simply leaning next to each other, waiting for the cafeteria to serve.

When Yan Guili was like a blood-thirsty plant, she had the most gorgeous color and rich fragrance, and she was flamboyant enough to make anyone quit; but sometimes his danger is not so breathless Yan is more like Wuchen's indifference. Although the pale moonlight is desolate, it is slightly inferior to his calmness and coldness.

"You just want to watch, don't you want to talk about it?"

Yan asked calmly, without any sensuality for guessing information, so Wu Luo blinked and subconsciously spoke.

"Oh, you mean you want to be the proprietress of the canteen?"

"That depends on who the boss is."