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Ning Miao gave Bai Yi an encouraging look, Bai Yi strode forward and punched Xiong Da in the chest, "Brother!"

Xiong Da's eyes lit up, "Patriarch!"

"I announce that the Mountain Bear Clan has officially joined the Yihu Tribe." Bai Yi raised Xiong Da's hand and shouted loudly, "Welcome!"

The picture of a group of humanoid monsters embracing each other is really not eye-catching, Ning Miao tilted her head, took out the animal skin notebook she carried with her, and assigned tasks one by one.

"The hunting team works all day. Ayi, you are in charge. Uncle Niu, give priority to collecting edible fruits. The life team may not have enough manpower. Bigfoot, you take the exploration team and help clean and organize the prey."

"Hu Ling, leave fifty catties of salt powder, and give the rest to the life team to bacon, Lai, beetle, you are responsible for setting up tents, setting up stoves and guarding."

"Jiji, Needle, Ya, and others who have no mission, follow me."

The people who were selected as Ning Miao's soldiers were so excited that they slapped their chests and expressed their opinion to their clan witches with actions.

Ning Miao raised her hand, "Start working!"

The fastest-growing plants in Huayue are grass vines. Ning Miao led a temporary team to stretch out his magic claws to fresh grass vines.

An hour later, looking at the grass and vines piled up in the shape of a hill, Ning Miao asked Jiji to lead some people to weave straw slings, and needles to lead some people to twist long ropes.

Yalao God is here, and we have been together for many days, and Master Clan Wu can roughly guess how much he is thinking, "Master Ning, do you want to make up something new?"

Ning Miao picked and picked among the piles of straw and vines, and replied vaguely, "Well, I want to make straw mats."

Entering the dead sand plain, the vegetation is reduced, and fresh water is difficult to obtain. Ning Miao wants to reduce the consumption of the tribe as much as possible. The stone utensils are too heavy.

"Straw mat?" The captain of the tool team was in high spirits, "Master Ning, what is that?"

Relying on his experience in weaving straw baskets, Ning Miao unknotted the straw vines and weaved them in warp and weft shapes. After several experiments, the results were not satisfactory. The straw mats in his memory were smooth and flat, but the ones he made were rough and rough.

Roughness means increased friction, and it will not fall apart after being dragged on the sand for a while.

"Uh, the straw mat." Ning Miao was a little discouraged, "It's just weaving the grass and vines into a smooth piece."

Ya took a lot of grass and vines in his hand, gestured back and forth on Ning Miao's failed work, and repeated in his mouth, "flat, smooth, flat, smooth..."

After a while, the product development department, which can be said to have mastered the core technology of the Maverick Tribe, gathered around... The people of the tool team and the think tank went online.

"Master Ning, do you want to flatten it with stones?"

"Honey is slippery, can you put it on?"

"Lard oil is also slippery, is it okay to put it on your forehead? You idiot!"

"Master Clan Witch, is it possible to add broad leaves?"

"Who are you calling a fool?"

Ning Miao separated from the two cross-eyed tools who were about to fight, and walked towards a thinner clansman in the corner, "Long Chang, what did you just say?"

Chang Zhang of the tool team is a shy young male, he usually doesn’t like to talk, and he does things seriously and carefully. It seems to say, cushion broad leaves."

Ning Miao pressed her palm to signal Chang Chang to squat down, and couldn't wait for the shy male action to be in place, Ning Miao jumped up and patted Chang Chang's shoulder, "Good job, Chang Chang!"

Chang Chang couldn't believe that he was praised by the clan shaman, and he couldn't stand still in a daze, "Thank you, thank you, the clan shaman, my lord."

Ning Miao smiled almost blindly, like a section chief encouraging a small employee who has successfully produced a high-quality proposal, "You did a good job, Changchang, go to the material team and get some cowhide."

"Yes, Clan, Master Clan Witch!"

Ning Miao tracked the young orc with stiff feet and the same hands and feet with the loving eyes of an old father, and sighed: "It's so good to be young."

In the afternoon, the hunting team returned, and the life team and medical team were very busy.

Bai Yi went to the river to wash off the smell of blood on his body before rushing to his little female.

Ning Miao didn't have time to pay attention to him, and concentrated on the technical difficulties of the straw mat.

The tool team finally finalized the production plan. One layer of animal skin and three layers of grass and vines made a six-meter-long and four-meter-wide mopping bed, which can bear two thousand catties.

Ning Miao wiped off the sweat from her forehead, and decided to give the new appliance a sincere name, floating on the sand?Cowhide beds?Large moving container?Well, it's a fool's errand, and finally the Ning family witch made a decision: drag the mat.

Next came the batch production process. Ning Miao felt that the tool team was short of manpower, so he requisitioned the wing army extremely brutally. Anyway, this group of onlookers, in addition to secreting excess hormones, also had inexhaustible strength.

The sun went down, March lifted off, and more than 200 finished mats appeared in the world. Ning Miao straightened her waist, but found that her waist could not be straightened up. She shook her arm, and found that her arm might be broken, shit, half disabled.

The patriarch of Erhuo was very satisfied, and the little female huddled in her arms obediently, opening her mouth to accept the feeding.

Then boiled hot water, wiped Ning Miao's body with animal skin, touched and pressed everywhere, the little female was powerless to resist, and her angry appearance was too beautiful, Bai Yi groaned and turned into two round ears, leaned over Kiss your partner's soft lips once.

Ning Miao stretched out her hand, trying to lift the big head that was constantly attacking in front of her. Unexpectedly, as soon as she raised her arm, it fell limply because of the soreness.

The man's big rough palm pressed lightly on the back of the waist, and the pressure was so comfortable that the scalp was numb. Ning Miao simply gave up the treatment and handed over the body to Bai Yi, "Well, there, go down, yes, um, use force, it's cool ..."

Massage is poison, addictive.

As for any other parts where the second patriarch's hand was pressed, Ning Miao always adopted a conniving attitude. Whoever made this guy lower his head, the round animal ears covered with white soft fur are really the best bribe in the world.

The two were getting better and better, Ning Miao showed relaxed softness, Bai Yi raised his sword, and was about to break through the door.

"Master Patriarch, are you still training tonight?" The majestic male orc voice came with a bit of teasing.

Bai Yi didn't know what to throw and smashed it on the animal skin curtain of the tent, "Practice the fart! Get out!"

"Hahahahaha..."

The laughter of the wing soldiers resounded through the temporary camp.

There are no taboos in the three views of the Erhuo patriarch, knowing that hundreds of people are outside listening to the corner, but still calmly plan to proceed as planned.

Ning Miao's face turned black immediately, and she folded her legs together, and pulled the quilt over her body, "Fuck you, get out too."

One minute later, Bai Yi walked out of the tent in disheveled clothes, and the faint blue light in his eyes swept across the Yi soldier with a frozen smile on his face.

The tall man stretched out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, like a ghost crawling back from hell to take his life, his deep voice oozes chill: "Come on, practice!"

The night sky of Huayue is clear and clear, and the Chiyue forest is like a giant beast dormant on land. The forest is full of gifts and gifts, and it is also full of dangers.

Of course, the current Maverick Patriarch is more dangerous.

Ning Miao couldn't be bothered to care about the training content that caused the crowds to cry and howl outside, so she fell asleep with her head covered.

Ah Yi, Brother Bing, may the years be quiet and peaceful, and the world be safe and secure.