Prehistoric Survival Records

The red brick project was successfully completed.

Patriarch Bu studied how to use red bricks, patted Rigg's little shoulder and blowing rainbow fart.

Lige was so flattered that he felt like a god-given son, but he realized it within a few seconds, you old and cunning Grandpa Bu, you really don't look like a person, you are honest and good-looking, and you will be courteous. No wonder others can't be the patriarch but you can be, you are born cunning and cunning!

Lige complained in his heart, and then he saw the patriarch Bu pick up a clay pot and hugged it in his arms, as if he was holding an old son who had only been passed down for three generations.

"It's so good, it's so light, it's so smooth, it's a hundred times easier to use than a stone pot." Boo praised the pot, and glanced at Rigg vigorously.

Seeing that Lige didn't respond, he murmured to himself: "It's a good thing, but it's a pity there are only two of them. It seems that I, an old guy, won't need them."

Shouting that it is useless, but holding the jar firmly in his hand, he looks like he will fight desperately with whoever comes to grab it.

Watching his performance, Rieg felt that a slightly hot-eyed, middle-aged strong man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, holding a pot with a wretched face, was really enough.

But it’s no wonder that in the previous life, those who liked to collect such simple and old objects were all elderly people. It seems that these pottery and porcelain are naturally more attractive to older people. It seems that those young orcs are not like this.

How did he know that even if those young orcs want it in their hearts, there are only two jars in total, no matter how they count, they will not be able to turn to them.

The patriarch returned home happily with a clay pot in his arms, and before leaving, he promised again that as long as these pots could be burned again, the people in the clan would be assigned by him.

As a result, Lige got two more men who were responsible for firing bricks.

Batches of high-quality red bricks were continuously burned out. Lige instructed the orcs to rebuild all the kilns with bricks, and built a large filter pool in front of the big square in the clan, and announced that from today, Every drop of water that everyone drinks into their stomachs has to be filtered by the pool.

Some orcs didn't understand this measure, and before Lige could speak, the patriarch jumped out first, took out Lige's fish and shrimp excrement theory, embellished it again, and glared at the end: "Just do it. What a good question."

The orc thought about how he sometimes peed in the lake, and thought that was the case, so he shrank his neck and stopped talking.

The patriarch made a fuss to Rigg, saying how about it, I support you very much, right?

Rieg winked back: Yes, we will continue later.

However, despite the order, Rieger carefully explained the benefits of filtered water to this group of people. For example, it is not easy to have diarrhea after drinking, and it is not easy to grow parasites. Beauty, no acne, etc., I heard a group of female orcs eager to try.

The orcs with cubs at home were also quickly convinced. It is true that the cubs in the family sometimes have diarrhea after drinking raw water. As long as it is good for the cubs, please troublesome.

Lige saw that everyone accepted it, so he took out a large water pot and showed it to everyone: "Look at this water pot, everyone. Each household can distribute a few jugs to hold water, and everyone can get more water at one time, saving the trouble of carrying the stone pot back and forth.”

Hearing that clay pots were going to be distributed for everyone to collect water, the last few orcs who thought it was troublesome also shut up obediently. This is a clay pot. Holding his cans to show off in the clan, as long as they can get a few water cans, let alone drink filtered water, they are willing to be beaten.

No wonder the stick and carrot policy takes everything from ancient to modern times. It is very useful no matter what time it is. Rigg looked at the group of orcs who were a bit reluctant at first, but now they are full of smiles and happiness. Once again, the patriarch is really an old fox. ah.

After discussing business matters, it was time for dinner again, and Rieger found that since he came to this continent, he had completely adapted to this kind of life of sunrise and sunset.

Every day at dawn, I was thinking about what to teach this group of orcs to do today. When it was dark, I had enough food, finished contacting with my two fathers and one brother, and fell asleep after hugging each other for a while. It's not at all like when he was in modern times, his work and rest were reversed day and night, he saw a psychiatrist on time, and he had insomnia and dreams all day long. Whether it was neurasthenia or other problems, he was cured without medicine.

Labor transforms human beings, the world is so hard that he has no time to worry about the spring and autumn.

Rieg rolled in his father's arms, enjoying the feeding services of his fathers, and felt that this prehistoric trip was really worthwhile.

Charlie was lying next to Rigg, and he was stroking Charlie's hair quietly. He was busy these days, and he didn't play with Charlie. Instead, Charlie was always busy with him, never Do not complain.

But, will Charlie grow too fast? Rieger feels the touch under his hand, and Charlie is almost as tall as his own human figure.

A chick as tall as a human, according to the aesthetics of later generations, should be a bit scary, but Charlie is cute, with big round eyes, a short neck covered in fluff, a bright yellow mouth, two fat Charlie's fat wings, no matter how you look at it, look like a life-size doll. Anyway, Rig likes it very much. He buried his head in Charlie's soft down, thinking that my brother is the cutest in the world.

Regardless of the blind spot, his cutest brother in the world is chewing the raw meat fed by his father with his praised small yellow mouth. This eight-layer thick brother control filter!

Time passed in the busyness of Lige east to hammer and west to stick.

One morning, when Rigg yawned and went to the entrance of the cave to write a small strip, he suddenly felt something was wrong in his vision. He wiped his eyes vigorously, wiped them again, and then jumped up with a scream, and rushed back into the cave. Pointing outside, his paws trembled like Parkinson's: "Hu Hua Hua, has the ice melted?"

Quinn rubbed Rigg's hair lovingly: "Yes, Erbao, because winter is over."

Rigg stood foolishly, and he pushed Charlie awake again, and dragged him to the hole to look.

Charlie is not as calm as Quinn. As a real orc cub, he has watched the snow-white for several months suddenly change to colorful. He looks a little excited and wants to go out to play.

Quinn prepared breakfast and told Charlie to go out after eating, so Charlie sauntered to eat.

Anyway, in this house, he, Rigg, was the one who made the most fuss, thought Rieger, standing at the entrance of the cave.

But it’s no wonder, the seasons here are completely against common sense, where one night it’s frozen for thousands of miles, and the next night it’s warm and spring, where did you go during the excessive time? Hey, it’s not psychologically prepared at all. !

But after the shock passed, ecstasy followed. In spring, the season when everything grows, he ate a lot of fish and meat all winter, and he was so monotonous that he almost got angry.

Dandelions, gray vegetables, purslane, all kinds of fungus mushrooms, wild berries, Mr. Lige will find you all and eat them all!

Spring is here, Lige is happy, but the patriarch Bu is a little worried recently.

When Rieger took Charlie out to look for wild vegetables and fruits, he could often see Bu sitting alone on the big rock at the entrance of the tribe, sighing, with sadness written all over his face.

After seeing so much, Rigg couldn't ignore it every time, and when he saw such a strong man with a sad face, he felt a little bit of sympathy, so he leaned over to ask him.

Bu is indeed quite sad recently. Spring is here, and the annual estrus period is coming. There have been fewer and fewer unrelated members of the opposite sex in the tribe in recent years. It deserves that, but as the patriarch, he has to worry. If this continues, the tribe will come to an end one day.

Bu Man was concerned about this matter, and when Li Ge came to ask, he didn't treat Li Ge as a brat who didn't know anything, so he vomited all his troubles.

When Rieg heard that this was the case, he hurriedly reached out and covered Charlie's ears.

Facing Charlie's curious big eyes, Rieg said firmly, "Children's ears will rot if they hear this."

Charlie didn't struggle, and let Rieg cover his ears obediently.

Old Bu blushed, and felt that he was too old to talk about this to the brat, but since he said it, he hoped that Li Ge could give him a detailed explanation. What if the Beast God also taught him how to deal with this kind of thing? ?

Rigg really regretted why he came to ask, so let him worry to death, he was so embarrassed to ask children such a thing, and almost let Charlie hear it, really.

It's just that this matter seems to be a bit serious. To put it more closely, it means that male orcs can't find their wives, and female orcs can't find their husbands. If it's far away, it's the disaster of genocide.

Facing Grandpa Bu's hopeful expression, Lige couldn't turn around and leave, so he could only ask him embarrassingly, "Aren't there any other tribes around?"

In fact, this question is superfluous. If there are other tribes, do you need to worry about it?

Sure enough, Bu said with a sad face: "When our tribe was strong, we traveled to every corner here, and I don't know the farther places, but in this part of our life, our tribe is indeed the only one. "

Rieg was a little curious: "If this is the case, why didn't our ancestors ever think about migrating?"

Bu was stopped by the question, thought for a while and replied: "When the tribe was prosperous, each branch of the tribe had no blood relationship with each other. At that time, intermarriage within the tribe was very common, and there was no need to move."

Lige said: "The reason why the ancestors didn't relocate is because they don't need it. Didn't your previous generation think about it?"

Speaking of the previous generation, there was a nostalgic look on Bu's face: "Actually, in my grandparents' generation, some members of the clan raised this question."

"At that time, some people in the tribe agreed and some people opposed it."

"My grandparents were in favor of relocation, but at that time most of the orcs in the tribe were against it. Everyone felt that these things didn't happen in front of them, so there was no need to think too much. As for the relocation, which direction to move, the outside What it will look like, and what dangers you will encounter along the way, no one can say for sure."

"Oh~" Rigg understood, this is the story of the majority without foresight who cheated a tribe.

He asked Bu again: "Then tell me this, what do you think in your heart?"

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