cute husband is happy

Ning Miao followed the prestige and saw that the expedition team led by Little Foot carried a large piece of honeycomb on their backs, and the air was full of sweetness, which was a real surprise.

Ning Miao jumped over, looked left, right, up and down, very happy, "Little feet, you are amazing, how did you get it?"

The little feet grinned happily, the white teeth gleamed on the black face, the brown pupils flickered, and the eyebrows were raised, "Master Ning, I only smoked a bit today, all the big bees crawled out, lifted a bigger big bee, It flew away, and there are many more, I will ask someone to move them when I come back."

"Little feet, well done, I credit you." Ning Miao stood on tiptoe and patted Xiaojiao's shoulder, "Go, I'll take a look too."

Little Heel has been following Ning Miao for a long time, so he naturally understands it. He squats down and carries Master Wu on his back. The windy man is at full speed and arrives at the scene not long after.

Roughly counting, there are almost 1000 to [-] large beehives. After careful inspection, Ning Miao found that there is a lot of honey in stock. Could it be that they are smoked every day, and coupled with the heavy rain for ten days, the big bees found that this place is not suitable for living, so they exchanged land. up?

Ning Miao cut open the hive with a knife and found many bee larvae.

Soon, the clansmen came, with a large number of people and great strength, and the Yihu tribe got 260 hives.

Before the new pots came out of the kiln, Ning Miao commanded everyone to cut a lot of strong bamboos and make them into big bamboo tubes. Let it go, take it all out and eat it.

The five hundred tubes of honey made Ning Miao so happy that he couldn't find the north.

In the evening, the hunting team and the collection team turned around. As the golden moon approached, grass seeds, mushrooms, and cassava filled all the large baskets and small bags brought by each collection team member. The hunting team performed well, and a few people were injured.

The honeycomb was treated as an extra meal for dinner, and received the highest courtesy. Fathers and fathers were reserved for little orcs, males were reserved for females, and young people respected the elderly. The piece of wings, put it in your mouth, the sweets of the primitive society, so luxurious.

In the scene of harmony and love, the two little ones, Baifeng and Xiaohei, fought for a piece of hive. A group of adults not only did not stop them, but cheered and cheered, especially the white bull and black snake. The two were the loudest, alas, barbaric people.

While Ning Miao looked down on the brutal primitive orcs, he watched them with great interest. Baifeng was not as good as Xiaohei, but he was better at being flexible. The two were evenly matched.

"Ah, Xiao Hei, look quickly, the moon is falling!" Bai Feng yelled suddenly.

The honest little black boy looked up at the sky, "No..."

Bai Feng took the opportunity to punch Xiao Hei on the chin, Xiao Hei was caught off guard and knocked down, probably still dizzy, Xiao Hei couldn't get up, lay on the ground and cursed: "Bai Feng, you are a big liar, I will pick it up tomorrow. Huo Bite, fill your mouth full of deceit, father, woo woo, Bai Feng is cheating."

Hei Snake helped his son up, greeted with boos from the spectators.Ning Miao's eyes lit up, and he called Xiao Hei to his side. First, he sent a small piece of honeycomb as comfort, and then asked with great interest, "Xiao Hei, tell Ning, what is Huo Bite?"

The eyes of her own little female were shining brightly, Bai Yi was a little scared.

"Lord Ning, Huobite is red, yellow and yellow, and grows on tall trees. Do you want to punish Baifeng? I'll go pick it now."

Ning Miao secretly said: Little ancestor, now is the time to go outside.Xiaoxiao handed over a small piece of honeycomb, "It's too late today, let's go tomorrow, um, be good."

After finally dismissing the curious baby Xiao Erhei, Ning Miao started a routine class once a day, and today's lesson is about names.

Compared with simple characters such as Arabic numerals, water, fire, wood and stone, the orcs are more enthusiastic about learning to write their own names. On the stretched animal skin board, Ning Miao wrote two big characters with charcoal pen: wing tiger.

"These two characters, read Yihu, is the name given to our race by God." Ning Miao's expression became solemn, "Yi means wings, and tiger is in the shape of a beast. We can't fly. Tigers are the masters of the earth, warriors and heroes of the Red Moon Jungle, we are fearless, we are winged tigers."

Everyone studied very seriously. Next, Ning Miao wrote down the names of all the captains of the work team one by one, starting from Baiyi. Huhe burst into tears on the spot. The captains held the animal skins with their names written on them. Even Baiyi was red. Eye sockets closed, the patriarch, on behalf of all the clansmen, hugged Ning Miao up to his neck, flapping his arms with white wings, and a deep voice spread: "We are, Mavericks!"

"Maga! Maga! Maga!"

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The crowd was passionate, and the orderly shouting continued for a long time. Ning Miao followed up and shouted, the haze in her heart seemed to be dispelled, really, fearless.

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The deceased is like a husband who does not want to leave day or night.

When two bright moons rose in the sky at night, the galaxy was far away, and the wind was chilling, the golden moon, which lasted for eighty days, came.

The smoldering charcoal and the blower can effectively increase the temperature of the fire, the quality of the pottery is improved, the hardness and sealing degree are greatly improved, and the service life of the pottery pot is longer, so you don't have to worry about frying the pot at any time.

The pottery kiln was about to produce the second batch of pottery. This afternoon, Ning Miao watched the kiln open. The main reason was that he made some small gadgets by himself. Ning Miao wanted to witness the birth of the first batch of artworks of the Yihu tribe as soon as possible.

The pottery management team was expanded to 50 people after consulting the patriarch Wu Wu for instructions. Under the guidance of Ning Miao, they created an assembly line, built kilns, burned charcoal, pottery soft clay, shaped and dried in the shade, and fired kilns. The Tao team is no longer a mess. As an executive executive and technical director, Needle even got the favor of a female because of this, and she got out of the order perfectly, making others envious.

The roof of the kiln has been pushed away, Ning Miao rubbed his hands, hesitating and ashamed to step forward, as a good programmer, a science and engineering student whose hand-sculpture is so bad in the Pacific Ocean, Ning Miao is close to his hometown and is too timid to look directly at the first one. batch of "artwork".

"Ah, my God, Master Ning, God! What is this?"

Hearing the sound of the needle changing its tune, Ning Miao felt a thump in his heart, what the hell, even though Lao Tzu's art style is abstract, you, the needle, shouldn't be so exaggerated.

Bite the bullet and stepped forward, Ning Miao glanced at the pottery kiln, his feet slipped in shock, and he threw his butt backwards in the flat sand and wild goose pose (only in mourning for Mr. Jin Yong).

Oh my god, my second uncle, the color of a small half of the pottery has undergone earth-shaking changes, yellow, yellow, white and white, and the surface is smooth. The pottery team made it by mistake, not pottery, but porcelain!

"Needles, be careful, move them all out, this one, that one, those on the side, put all the white ones separately." Ning Miao smiled, porcelain, which heralds another great progress in civilization, "Needles, these white pottery, God gave They have a new name called porcelain. You remember, you are the one who made the first porcelain in the Red Moon Forest."

That night, Ning Miao used porcelain to worship the gods, and recorded a rich and colorful stroke in the family calendar: On the second day of the golden month in the first year of Ning Miao, the needle and pottery team of the Yihu tribe burned porcelain and recorded first-class merit.

The clansmen looked at the clan calendar made of animal skins with gleaming eyes. The clan witch said that anyone with meritorious service could be included in it.In private, everyone is rumoring that those who write meritorious deeds in the words of the gods will become the darlings of the gods and receive protection.