Prehistoric Survival Records
Chapter 103 Touring the Tribe
By the time everyone had finished training Lige passionately and left contentedly, Lige was already limp and leaning against his father's arms, not wanting to talk.
Finally, only their family was left.
Quinn and Laika looked at each other, feeling a little distressed, and swallowed all the reproaches they hadn't said yet.
The family of four hugged each other, telling each other their thoughts during this period, and they all tacitly covered up the most difficult part without saying it.
Talked and talked, and talked until very late.
The reunited family didn't mind each other's slovenliness at all, hugged each other, and finally had a good night's sleep.
......
The next day, all three of the family slept in. When Rieg crawled out of his father's arms with a yawn, the sun was already scorching high outside.
And Charlie was still fast asleep, showing no sign of waking up at all, and Charlie seemed to be in very good condition, without dehydration or weakness, but with a feeling of Xiaomao blushing.
Rigg speculated that the sparrow's blood might require Charlie to slowly digest it in his sleep, so he told his father and the tribe not to disturb him.
A new one started again.
It's been a long time since I cleaned up my personal hygiene, so Rieger and the two fathers cleaned up in the bathroom and had another full meal.
Then the dads go about their business, and Rigg hangs out in the tribe.
From the chatter of the tribesmen yesterday, Lige knew that it took half a month for him to disappear out of thin air. Based on this calculation, it was now the end of spring.
After Lige came back, he was most concerned about the spring plowing. Yesterday, Chacha gave him a brief report on the spring plowing issue, and now he was going to inspect the spring plowing results.
His first stop was the tribe's farmland.
Before he left, hundreds of acres of wasteland had not been cleaned up, but now, what was displayed before his eyes were hundreds of acres of well-organized and fertile farmland.
The short but stocky Sirang tribe stood sparsely in the farmland, bent over and busy, looking around, but most of their own orcs were not there.
Lige asked Chacha suspiciously, but who knew that Chaza took it for granted and said: "Erbao, you are not here these days so I don't know, these Xirang people are really good at farming, we will use the farming skills you taught before. I told them the key points, and they all felt that it was very reasonable, and they consciously rushed to work.”
Then he wiped his surroundings and looked around, then approached Lige mysteriously and said, "This has liberated us, don't look at these guys who are dark and short, serious and strong, and because they are not tall, Bending down to farm is not tiring at all, even the patriarch and the patriarchs are amazed. In terms of fighting, I can beat a hundred of them. When it comes to farm work, ten of us can't do one of them. These little people are really impressive. It's amazing."
Lige said: "I didn't expect this before, but it's true. The Xirang people's tradition is to tend the fields for a living. How can they compare with other people's food." Compared with primitive people, farm work is really incomparable After all, orcs specialize in hunting and fighting, and definitely not farming anyway.
Chacha excitedly pointed to a field ridge and showed Lige: "Look, Erbao, it is strong and neat. Last time when we piled the ridge by ourselves, I almost vomited blood from exhaustion, but those pangolin orcs returned to their original form." , Drilled a few times in the field, good guy, guess what, the ditches are furrows and ridges, high standards, strict requirements, they are piled up completely according to Erbao’s requirements, you check and see.”
Lige squeezed a handful of soil with his hands, felt the firmness and air permeability of the ridge platform, and nodded greatly.
Pangolins can drill even rocks, and drilling a few hardened wastelands is really nothing to others.
When taking in those orcs who came to join him, although Lige secretly arranged their usage, who knew that the plan could not keep up with the changes. He disappeared for so long at once. I thought that without his command, Chun Geng might be in a hurry. , who knows that without him, everyone has arranged things in an orderly manner. He really doesn't have to worry too much. This is really the first good news these days.
Without Charlie to carry him, Rigg was embarrassed to let Tsatsa change back to his original shape for him to ride, so he casually walked a few acres of land, looked at the buds, and checked the growth of several food crops and cotton. I found that the seedlings were full of water and energetic, and I was very satisfied. I also expressed my condolences to the Xirang people who worked hard to tend the fields with a warm attitude like a spring breeze.
At the second stop, Rieg went to the kiln by the lake.
There are brick kilns, charcoal kilns and pottery kilns by the lake, and there are always people digging mud to dry the embryos, so the square by the lake is very lively no matter what time of day you go.
Lige also saw many new faces in the embryo making team. From their pointy ears, Lige recognized that they were bobcats. These bobcats knew that they were not good at heavy work. I have been living in trepidation. Seeing that the Xirang and pangolins have found jobs they are good at, they are afraid that they will be kicked out because they are useless, so they wander around the tribe all day long, wanting to help them with any job they see. , Even the cubs want to get involved in the work of mowing grass and feeding pigs.
In this era, everyone is proud of working hard, especially in the tribe, basically everyone has their own jobs that are easy to do. These bobcats want to help, but the behavior of wanting to grab jobs shows that It's too obvious, and it makes many people more vigilant. If you want to do my work, forget it, and you still want to stand in my position, hum, I don't want your help.
So the bobcats with a hardworking heart are stared at with vigilant eyes wherever they go. I want to find something to do so as not to be disgusted by others.
Seeing this undercurrent surging, Tchacha couldn't help but call them to the kiln. Anyway, there is a lot of work in the kiln, so let them do whatever they like. .
Unexpectedly, the dexterous and intelligent bobcats have only been working in the kiln for two days, and they have displayed their outstanding embryo-making talent with their dexterous claws and talent for details. After a period of research, they even invented the rotary table puller Embryo method.
Seeing the pointy-eared and slender bobcats in pairs, one squats there and spins the plate vigorously, and the other stands, shaping the rough embryo with his fingers on the turntable, Rieger was taken aback. It's really a bobcat that can't be judged by its appearance.
Sure enough, in this world, everyone has a suitable position. How to put suitable people in suitable positions to shine is the ultimate criterion for testing leadership. Rieg tilted his head and looked at everyone's work. the wipe.
Xindao: As for Chacha, it is obvious that he has already walked on the correct standard path.
After watching the kiln and going back to the tribe, Lige rubbed his sore calf muscles and sighed again in his heart. Sometimes it is very troublesome if the family business is too big. It is also a very tiring thing to patrol all over again.
After inspecting these two places, it was already noon, and Rieger was a little sweaty.
On the way back to the tribe, Lige took another turn to see the animals in the tribe.
The piglets raised in the early spring have grown round and fat, and the three-month-old piglets already weigh forty to fifty catties by visual inspection, and are in the critical period of long bones.
Shacha took a large spoonful of finely chopped wheat straw and poured it into the trough: "The twenty or so piglets in the pen were born when you were away, and they are still suckling, so there is no separate stall. For about a month, they have been separated by a pigsty according to your instructions, so as not to bully the little pigs all day long."
Sure enough, Lige saw a wooden fence in the middle of the pigsty, separating the piglets weighing [-] to [-] kilograms from the baby pigs who were drinking milk under the belly of the sow without opening their eyes.
The situation was exactly as Chacha said, probably because they smelled the smell of pig milk. These piglets who had just been weaned all stretched their necks and tried hard to turn over, hitting the fence with a rattling sound. If it is not separated, it will not be said to grab the milk, and the baby pigs will not be able to withstand the trampling of these big brothers and sisters.
So Chacha's move was greatly praised by Rieger.
The sheep pen is relatively harmonious, mainly because the sheep are not aggressive creatures on the one hand, and on the other hand, they have not given birth to cubs. The ewes have a mild temper and do not refuse the rams' courtship. The rams are full When they are full, they appear lazy and do not like to move.
When Rigg arrived, Nora was leading a few females in a circle and didn't know what she was doing.
Rieg ran over curiously, and when he saw what they were doing, his eyes widened in disbelief.
I saw Nora, a strong woman, knocking down a sheep with one hand, and holding a razor in the other hand, showing her unique skill: shaving the wool alive!
Nora moved quickly, pushing the sheep on its back on the ground. The razor first plucked off the outer layer of dirty hair, and then walked back and forth against the sheep's skin. The sheep, which looked like a big cotton jacket, was shaved clean.
After shaving a sheep, Nora asked the other females around her: "Did you see clearly what I did just now? Be sure to be fast and precise. When the sheep doesn't react, shave its fur. It's very simple." , try it a few more times.”
And the sheep she held by its hoof for display lay on the ground, shivering in humiliation.
The surrounding females nodded one after another, expressing their understanding.
Someone also asked: "My hands are rather clumsy. What if I accidentally scratch the sheep?"
The rest of the females laughed loudly when they heard the words: "Then let's go to the lake to wash, kill, and eat."
Nora also nodded: "That's right, it doesn't matter if you have a small injury, if the injury is too serious, you can hand it over to the kitchen for cooking that day to cook for dinner at night."
What the females said next, Rig didn't hear, and Nora's sheep was shaking, and then struggled frantically.
The females are attracted by its behavior.
"What's wrong with this sheep, it's been shaking."
"Still struggling so hard, could it be that you were scratched by Nora?"
Nora shook her head suspiciously: "No, I've noticed that there isn't a single bloody scratch. If you don't believe me, see for yourself."
The females examined the sheep from head to tail and found no wounds.
"What's going on, could it be that Nora, you are too strong, and the sheep was pressed out of internal injuries?"
The rest of the females nodded in agreement: "It must be like this, this sheep has suffered internal injuries."
"What a poor sheep, Nora, you must be lighter next time."
Nora nodded: "I will be lighter next time, so as not to hurt these fragile sheep again."
"Then this poor sheep—"
The fate-determining moment came. The frantically struggling sheep blinked its big wet eyes and looked at a group of females in a dazed manner. It cried out in its heart, put me back, I am a weak, pitiful and helpless little lamb!
I heard a female say happily: "Since you have already suffered internal injuries, why don't you eat it for dinner!"
"Okay, okay, I want to eat roasted whole lamb."
"To roast a whole lamb, you must choose a young and tender lamb. This lamb is old and ugly, and the meat on its body must be very burnt. Well, it's not delicious."
"Then make mutton soup."
"Okay, okay, let's make mutton soup and drink it."
The sheep didn't wait for the moment to pronounce its fate in the end, because when it was evaluated as old, ugly and fat, it had already fainted with anger.
But don't look directly at the end of your own life, maybe it's a good thing for this sheep.
Lige took a sip of the hot mutton soup and sighed, "As expected, old sheep are the best for making soup."
Finally, only their family was left.
Quinn and Laika looked at each other, feeling a little distressed, and swallowed all the reproaches they hadn't said yet.
The family of four hugged each other, telling each other their thoughts during this period, and they all tacitly covered up the most difficult part without saying it.
Talked and talked, and talked until very late.
The reunited family didn't mind each other's slovenliness at all, hugged each other, and finally had a good night's sleep.
......
The next day, all three of the family slept in. When Rieg crawled out of his father's arms with a yawn, the sun was already scorching high outside.
And Charlie was still fast asleep, showing no sign of waking up at all, and Charlie seemed to be in very good condition, without dehydration or weakness, but with a feeling of Xiaomao blushing.
Rigg speculated that the sparrow's blood might require Charlie to slowly digest it in his sleep, so he told his father and the tribe not to disturb him.
A new one started again.
It's been a long time since I cleaned up my personal hygiene, so Rieger and the two fathers cleaned up in the bathroom and had another full meal.
Then the dads go about their business, and Rigg hangs out in the tribe.
From the chatter of the tribesmen yesterday, Lige knew that it took half a month for him to disappear out of thin air. Based on this calculation, it was now the end of spring.
After Lige came back, he was most concerned about the spring plowing. Yesterday, Chacha gave him a brief report on the spring plowing issue, and now he was going to inspect the spring plowing results.
His first stop was the tribe's farmland.
Before he left, hundreds of acres of wasteland had not been cleaned up, but now, what was displayed before his eyes were hundreds of acres of well-organized and fertile farmland.
The short but stocky Sirang tribe stood sparsely in the farmland, bent over and busy, looking around, but most of their own orcs were not there.
Lige asked Chacha suspiciously, but who knew that Chaza took it for granted and said: "Erbao, you are not here these days so I don't know, these Xirang people are really good at farming, we will use the farming skills you taught before. I told them the key points, and they all felt that it was very reasonable, and they consciously rushed to work.”
Then he wiped his surroundings and looked around, then approached Lige mysteriously and said, "This has liberated us, don't look at these guys who are dark and short, serious and strong, and because they are not tall, Bending down to farm is not tiring at all, even the patriarch and the patriarchs are amazed. In terms of fighting, I can beat a hundred of them. When it comes to farm work, ten of us can't do one of them. These little people are really impressive. It's amazing."
Lige said: "I didn't expect this before, but it's true. The Xirang people's tradition is to tend the fields for a living. How can they compare with other people's food." Compared with primitive people, farm work is really incomparable After all, orcs specialize in hunting and fighting, and definitely not farming anyway.
Chacha excitedly pointed to a field ridge and showed Lige: "Look, Erbao, it is strong and neat. Last time when we piled the ridge by ourselves, I almost vomited blood from exhaustion, but those pangolin orcs returned to their original form." , Drilled a few times in the field, good guy, guess what, the ditches are furrows and ridges, high standards, strict requirements, they are piled up completely according to Erbao’s requirements, you check and see.”
Lige squeezed a handful of soil with his hands, felt the firmness and air permeability of the ridge platform, and nodded greatly.
Pangolins can drill even rocks, and drilling a few hardened wastelands is really nothing to others.
When taking in those orcs who came to join him, although Lige secretly arranged their usage, who knew that the plan could not keep up with the changes. He disappeared for so long at once. I thought that without his command, Chun Geng might be in a hurry. , who knows that without him, everyone has arranged things in an orderly manner. He really doesn't have to worry too much. This is really the first good news these days.
Without Charlie to carry him, Rigg was embarrassed to let Tsatsa change back to his original shape for him to ride, so he casually walked a few acres of land, looked at the buds, and checked the growth of several food crops and cotton. I found that the seedlings were full of water and energetic, and I was very satisfied. I also expressed my condolences to the Xirang people who worked hard to tend the fields with a warm attitude like a spring breeze.
At the second stop, Rieg went to the kiln by the lake.
There are brick kilns, charcoal kilns and pottery kilns by the lake, and there are always people digging mud to dry the embryos, so the square by the lake is very lively no matter what time of day you go.
Lige also saw many new faces in the embryo making team. From their pointy ears, Lige recognized that they were bobcats. These bobcats knew that they were not good at heavy work. I have been living in trepidation. Seeing that the Xirang and pangolins have found jobs they are good at, they are afraid that they will be kicked out because they are useless, so they wander around the tribe all day long, wanting to help them with any job they see. , Even the cubs want to get involved in the work of mowing grass and feeding pigs.
In this era, everyone is proud of working hard, especially in the tribe, basically everyone has their own jobs that are easy to do. These bobcats want to help, but the behavior of wanting to grab jobs shows that It's too obvious, and it makes many people more vigilant. If you want to do my work, forget it, and you still want to stand in my position, hum, I don't want your help.
So the bobcats with a hardworking heart are stared at with vigilant eyes wherever they go. I want to find something to do so as not to be disgusted by others.
Seeing this undercurrent surging, Tchacha couldn't help but call them to the kiln. Anyway, there is a lot of work in the kiln, so let them do whatever they like. .
Unexpectedly, the dexterous and intelligent bobcats have only been working in the kiln for two days, and they have displayed their outstanding embryo-making talent with their dexterous claws and talent for details. After a period of research, they even invented the rotary table puller Embryo method.
Seeing the pointy-eared and slender bobcats in pairs, one squats there and spins the plate vigorously, and the other stands, shaping the rough embryo with his fingers on the turntable, Rieger was taken aback. It's really a bobcat that can't be judged by its appearance.
Sure enough, in this world, everyone has a suitable position. How to put suitable people in suitable positions to shine is the ultimate criterion for testing leadership. Rieg tilted his head and looked at everyone's work. the wipe.
Xindao: As for Chacha, it is obvious that he has already walked on the correct standard path.
After watching the kiln and going back to the tribe, Lige rubbed his sore calf muscles and sighed again in his heart. Sometimes it is very troublesome if the family business is too big. It is also a very tiring thing to patrol all over again.
After inspecting these two places, it was already noon, and Rieger was a little sweaty.
On the way back to the tribe, Lige took another turn to see the animals in the tribe.
The piglets raised in the early spring have grown round and fat, and the three-month-old piglets already weigh forty to fifty catties by visual inspection, and are in the critical period of long bones.
Shacha took a large spoonful of finely chopped wheat straw and poured it into the trough: "The twenty or so piglets in the pen were born when you were away, and they are still suckling, so there is no separate stall. For about a month, they have been separated by a pigsty according to your instructions, so as not to bully the little pigs all day long."
Sure enough, Lige saw a wooden fence in the middle of the pigsty, separating the piglets weighing [-] to [-] kilograms from the baby pigs who were drinking milk under the belly of the sow without opening their eyes.
The situation was exactly as Chacha said, probably because they smelled the smell of pig milk. These piglets who had just been weaned all stretched their necks and tried hard to turn over, hitting the fence with a rattling sound. If it is not separated, it will not be said to grab the milk, and the baby pigs will not be able to withstand the trampling of these big brothers and sisters.
So Chacha's move was greatly praised by Rieger.
The sheep pen is relatively harmonious, mainly because the sheep are not aggressive creatures on the one hand, and on the other hand, they have not given birth to cubs. The ewes have a mild temper and do not refuse the rams' courtship. The rams are full When they are full, they appear lazy and do not like to move.
When Rigg arrived, Nora was leading a few females in a circle and didn't know what she was doing.
Rieg ran over curiously, and when he saw what they were doing, his eyes widened in disbelief.
I saw Nora, a strong woman, knocking down a sheep with one hand, and holding a razor in the other hand, showing her unique skill: shaving the wool alive!
Nora moved quickly, pushing the sheep on its back on the ground. The razor first plucked off the outer layer of dirty hair, and then walked back and forth against the sheep's skin. The sheep, which looked like a big cotton jacket, was shaved clean.
After shaving a sheep, Nora asked the other females around her: "Did you see clearly what I did just now? Be sure to be fast and precise. When the sheep doesn't react, shave its fur. It's very simple." , try it a few more times.”
And the sheep she held by its hoof for display lay on the ground, shivering in humiliation.
The surrounding females nodded one after another, expressing their understanding.
Someone also asked: "My hands are rather clumsy. What if I accidentally scratch the sheep?"
The rest of the females laughed loudly when they heard the words: "Then let's go to the lake to wash, kill, and eat."
Nora also nodded: "That's right, it doesn't matter if you have a small injury, if the injury is too serious, you can hand it over to the kitchen for cooking that day to cook for dinner at night."
What the females said next, Rig didn't hear, and Nora's sheep was shaking, and then struggled frantically.
The females are attracted by its behavior.
"What's wrong with this sheep, it's been shaking."
"Still struggling so hard, could it be that you were scratched by Nora?"
Nora shook her head suspiciously: "No, I've noticed that there isn't a single bloody scratch. If you don't believe me, see for yourself."
The females examined the sheep from head to tail and found no wounds.
"What's going on, could it be that Nora, you are too strong, and the sheep was pressed out of internal injuries?"
The rest of the females nodded in agreement: "It must be like this, this sheep has suffered internal injuries."
"What a poor sheep, Nora, you must be lighter next time."
Nora nodded: "I will be lighter next time, so as not to hurt these fragile sheep again."
"Then this poor sheep—"
The fate-determining moment came. The frantically struggling sheep blinked its big wet eyes and looked at a group of females in a dazed manner. It cried out in its heart, put me back, I am a weak, pitiful and helpless little lamb!
I heard a female say happily: "Since you have already suffered internal injuries, why don't you eat it for dinner!"
"Okay, okay, I want to eat roasted whole lamb."
"To roast a whole lamb, you must choose a young and tender lamb. This lamb is old and ugly, and the meat on its body must be very burnt. Well, it's not delicious."
"Then make mutton soup."
"Okay, okay, let's make mutton soup and drink it."
The sheep didn't wait for the moment to pronounce its fate in the end, because when it was evaluated as old, ugly and fat, it had already fainted with anger.
But don't look directly at the end of your own life, maybe it's a good thing for this sheep.
Lige took a sip of the hot mutton soup and sighed, "As expected, old sheep are the best for making soup."
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