cute husband is happy

Does this have something to do with how good-looking can cook? Ning Miao has a big head, but she still eats another bowl to save face. Knowing that it doesn't make sense for a while, Ning Miao is too lazy to correct this deep-rooted three views, "A Yi, your brother's cave Are you done?"

"Ning." The patriarch's focus is obviously different from that of the clan witch, "Why is it always your brother's, you are not allowed to say that again."

Ning Miao replied angrily: "Okay, then what do you call it, Bai Bing, Brother Bai, Brother Bing, Brother Bing, ouch, I'm getting goosebumps."

After speaking, remembering that Bai Bing was still washing pots at the entrance of the cave, Ning Miao's tongue was tied up, and her face flushed as she recalled the sentence just now, Brother Bing, let me go, that bald mouth.

There was a hint of warmth on the iceberg man's face.

Bai Yi waved excitedly, "Brother, come here, pick one you like."

The Bingshan Man really came over and sat down beside Ning Miao calmly, "Call me Brother Bing." Then he handed over a bamboo tube as if conjuring, "Ning, thank you."

Trembling, he took the bamboo tube, and most of the honey water was warm. The children who came out of Xingfuyuan couldn't bear the favor of others. Ning Miao's eye sockets were damp, and the honey water was unexpectedly sweet, "You are welcome, Bing, brother Bing, yours!" It doesn't matter if you get hurt."

Glancing at the scratch on his arm, Bai Bing shook his head, "It's okay."

"That's good, that's good." After the polite ceremony, Ning Miao was ready to chase people away, "It's getting late, Brother Bing, go to bed early."

Bai Bing looked at Ning Miao meaningfully, his blue eyes rising and falling, "Xiao Yi said, you can write the language of God."

"A little bit." Ning Miao swallowed water and replied vaguely, "Do you want me to write your name?"

Whether the Bingshan Man should or not, Ning Miao couldn't figure out Bai Bing's mind, so he had to send Bai Yi to find charcoal pencils and animal skins.

"Ning, brother is very smart. If you write it in his hand, he can remember it once." Bai Yi got up to wash the dishes and boil water, and patted his chest nervously, "I promise."

The thick and solid palm of the male orc stretched out, Ning Miao wished he could beat the man who boiled the water to death.

Feeling the scorching gaze above his head, Ning Miao stretched out his index finger bravely, with a flick, a vertical, a horizontal fold... a flick and a flick, and wrote two words in the man's calloused palm: Bai Bing.

The touch was clear, the last stroke was made, Ning Miao withdrew her finger, but unexpectedly, the iceberg man quickly grabbed the fingertip that was fleeing in a hurry, and his cool and faint voice covered it, "Ning."

Ning Miao couldn't control her heart trembling at the sound of a word, "You, let go."

Bai Bing was kind and gentle, let go of the feminine soft fingers in his hand, picked up the quilt Ning Miao used last night, went to the cave entrance and patted Bai Yi's shoulder. What did the brothers say? It was too fast, and his face was red to the ears.

Ning Miao raised her head 45 degrees and looked up at the starry sky outside the cave. She only felt that life was not only about living in front of her eyes, but also about poetry and the distance.

But when Bai Yi finished tidying up and soaked the animal skin in hot water to wipe his clan witch's body, Ning Miao let go of the complex of wanting to go to the outside world for a walk and take a look, and rolled into a ball with Bai Yi unknowingly , if you can live with nothing, let's be happy first.

"Ning." The usual cello-like mellow voice revealed a lazy and dull tone after the affair. With a long arm stretched, she hugged the weak little female to her chest and lay on her stomach. Her big hands gently stroked Ning Miao's waist back and forth, "It hurts so much." Are you tight? Do you take medicine?"

Ning Miao complained: "You know it hurts, but you still don't care about your strength. If you continue like this, you will be killed on the bed sooner or later. It's agreed, don't touch me for three days."

"Husband..." A certain cello made a long ending note.

Ning Miao slapped the Yihu patriarch on the face, and successfully stopped the endless courtship: "Go away, shut up, you can't even call me master!"

On the 65th day of the Golden Moon, clan Wu Ningmiao forcibly terminated all activities of the hunting and gathering team and held a clan meeting.

"Starting today, Bai Bing will serve as the captain of the hunting team. I will give you ten days to completely clear the jungle around the platform, dig out a fan-shaped trap centered on the station, and build fortifications."

Ning Miao handed Bai Bing a construction drawing, turned around and continued to assign tasks, "Uncle Niu, the collection team will help you collect salt, needles, how many pots do you have over there, transfer them all to the salt collection team."

"130 ceramic pots and [-] porcelain pots." Zhen smiled innocently, "Master Ning, the last pottery kiln is fired, can you still get the charcoal?"

"I'm planning to talk about this, Uncle Tian. The life team has finished their work and will burn charcoal with the pottery team."

"Hu Ling, who do you like on the big and small feet, go ahead and dig a new cave."

"The rest of the exploration team followed me and Ya to make new tools."

After making arrangements, Ning Miao compared the notes he made the night before and added, "Uncle Tian, ​​remember to clean the gutters to ensure the dryness of the seeds."

"Ning, what about me?" Bai Yi saw that everyone had something to do, and the majestic patriarch was alone, so impatient, he quickly grabbed his partner before the start of work, "Me, what am I doing?"

Ning Miao laughed. Some people rushed to work overtime, so there is no reason to use it. "You go to help Brother Bing first, and then come and help me."

"Okay!" Bai Yi Le Zizi took the order and left.

Ning Miao is speechless, labor makes people happy, labor makes people fulfilled, labor makes people healthy, great working people.

The new tools needed a lot of stones. Thanks to the arrangement a few days ago, Ning Miao estimated that the whole family of 820 people would need at least [-] sets of stone pestles and mortars for pounding rice.

In addition, a bathtub must be prepared for the little orcs and the females. In the snowy moon, the male orcs can bathe in snow, but the females and the little orcs can't. They never took a bath before because they were afraid of frostbite. Ning Miao couldn't stand this.

Three hundred sets of stone pestles and mortars, fifty bathtubs, a huge amount of work.

Take a long time to cover up one's tears, and mourn the hardship of the people's livelihood.

Regardless of your snowy moon and severe cold, regardless of how difficult your people's livelihood is, let the horse come here.

Ning Miao joined the team of barbarian stonemasons. First, he imagined that the Great God of Time Traveling would suddenly give him a tool system, such as a sledgehammer, a second hammer, a steel drill, a wedge, a chisel, a hand hammer, a bellows, a steel ruler, and an ink fountain. A full set of masonry tools, capable of smashing, prying, cutting, chipping, engraving, shoveling and grinding.

But fantasies are like a jug of sake, which is more painful when sober.

Ning Miao looked at the strangely shaped and hard stone, and capitalized the word "service" for the entire tool team.

If a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tools.Ning Miao and Shangya rummaged through the pile of stones for a long time, and finally found a few particularly hard stones.

The scene of Kaishi is so primitive that it makes people speechless, one word, smash.Fortunately, male orcs have more strength.

Among the scattered stones after being broken, Ning Miao specially selected the slender and pointed ones to instruct the people to further grind them to get rough wedges and chisels. These two tools are indispensable for making stone mortars.

Next, choose stones, draw molds, chisel shapes, and polish them. Looking at the blood bubbles made by both hands, Ning Miao thought, next year, he must find a way to make iron objects, so that these big stones will be obedient, and they will change their shape when they change their shape. When it becomes round, it becomes round.