Prehistoric Survival Records

Eleven big and small radish heads, carrying a pair of exquisite and lovely straw sandals, sat in a row by the river to wash their feet.

This scene made the adult orcs who were busy by the river can't help but put down their work, clutching their hearts and trembling. They didn't know that this was the feeling of being so cute that their livers trembled.

A group of little radish heads rinsed their tender feet in the river, sat up and put on straw sandals and walked around, fascinated by the strange and comfortable feeling of their feet.

The cubs who have never worn shoes, although there is a moment of discomfort, but after a few steps in the shoes, the benefits are soon reflected.

They are so soft and breathable. Wearing these straw sandals, stepping on sharp stones will not hurt at all, and although walking is a bit awkward when you wear them at first, they quickly become very comfortable~.

The movement of the cubs playing and laughing in straw sandals soon attracted a group of adults to watch.

"Muli, do you see that these little brats seem to have something on their feet?"

"Really, what is that? I've never seen it before. Have you ever seen Dashan?"

"I haven't seen it either, it looks pretty good."

A group of adult orcs looked at each other curiously, and then turned their attention to Rigg who was teaching Charlie how to put on shoes.

After all the previous deeds, they knew the magic of Lige, the brat, and this thing must have something to do with him.

The orcs pushed each other, and finally, a female orc with a milder face was pushed out. She went to Rigg and squatted down, asking him about the thing that the cubs wore on their feet.

"Oh, you said that, it's the straw sandals we weaved today!" Lige handed her the exquisite little shoes in his hand.

"This is the straw sandal, you see—these protect our feet from being cut by stones and spikes."

"Ah, this is so beautiful and unique!" Maybe females are naturally attracted to small and cute things, and this female was immediately fascinated by the little straw sandals in her hands.

But some other orcs who were more pragmatic immediately asked about the protective effect of straw sandals on feet.

Lige made the straw sandals to teach everyone. Seeing that they were interested, he immediately sold Amway without losing the opportunity.

"Look at these shoes. They are light and breathable. When you wear them on your feet, you won't be afraid of scratching your feet even if you step into the gravel."

"Besides, this straw sandal is very simple to weave, and everyone can learn it. These are the ones we just weaved together."

"If you want to learn, you can follow me over there to get the rope, and I will teach you."

Learn, learn, this is a natural thing to learn.

A group of orcs opened their mouths and scrambled to say that we ate this Amway.

Weaving straw sandals is really not a difficult task for the IQ of orcs. After Lige's hand-in-hand teaching, no matter whether it is beautiful or odd-shaped, everyone can weave a pair of shoes successfully.

After making it up, I couldn't wait to put it on my feet, adapting to this novel feeling.

Sure enough, it was so comfortable and soft. The orcs ran barefoot in the field. Although they were used to it for a long time, and their feet were covered with a thick layer of calluses, everyone stepped on thorn bushes, wooden branches, or thorns. Bone fragments, stepping on sharp stones, will inevitably have the experience of being scratched by sharp objects, so compared to the pure novelty and fun of the cubs, the meaning of the straw sandals is more deeply understood.

"The straw sandals are really comfortable to step on. I want to weave a pair for my dear."

"Then I'm going to weave a pair for my brother. When he was out hunting last time, my brother got scratched on the sole of his foot by the backstab of the thorn beast."

"I'm going to weave a pair for mom too."

"I want......"

A large amount of tall grass has been harvested, and the relatives of these orcs in the tribe are complicated. There are seven aunts and eight aunts at every corner. In one afternoon, almost all the orcs who fell have had relatives/friends/lover. Some of the straw sandals weaved for myself received more than one pair.

Naturally, Laika and Quinn also got loving sandals from the cubs.

Rieg didn't expect the straw sandals to be so popular among the orcs, tsk tsk, these big feet really suffered in the past.

Wearing straw sandals is like carrying a basket on their backs. It became popular overnight in the whole tribe. When some orcs go out in animal form, they will bring a pair of straw sandals with them. Rigg is simply overwhelmed with a sense of accomplishment.

The first step of the Long March, done!

In the past two days, Lige took a group of radish heads leisurely to wander around within the range allowed by the tribe, and from time to time, he identified some wild fruits and vegetables to bring back for extra meals, and taught them an ancient song in his memory:

"Let's learn cat meowing together, meow meow meow meow meow~"

Seeing a group of cute and cute little beast cubs bouncing around meowing meowing, Lige felt that the heart of the uncle who had been greasy by this song in his previous life was instantly purified. Originally, he taught this song from his previous life It's a bad taste after being brainwashed, but as long as the target is used correctly, this kind of simple and rude singing and dancing is quite interesting.

Just as a group of cubs were meowing over there, the patriarch Bu walked over from the kiln with his hands in his hands on newly made straw sandals.

"Rig, in the past two days, Grandpa, I went back and thought about what we talked about last time."

"You're right, in fact, I just want someone to give me a push before making a decision."

"Actually, I was a little hesitant not long ago, fearing that my decision would lead my tribe to the pit, but these shoes on my feet made me make up my mind."

"If I have to say it, the best time to relocate has already passed, and your appearance has given me another chance, so grandpa wants to ask you, if we want to relocate the whole family, has the beast god taught you how to do it?" Do it?"

Alright, this result has long been expected by Lige. It is precisely because he has guessed Grandpa Bu's plan that he will consider the problem of long-distance travel equipment in advance.

"Grandpa Bu, I don't know anything about the relocation, where to go, how far to go, and the dangers along the way, and the Beast God didn't teach me this knowledge."

Hearing this, Boo was a little disappointed, but soon Rieg continued:

"But I have some ideas about how to prepare for the trip."

Rigg held his little paw, and spoke out his only little camping experience in his previous life and the content in the hiking manual.

"First of all, if everyone in the tribe migrates together, it's not like a hunting team going out to hunt. Do you know the exact number of people in our tribe, patriarch?"

Bu: Jiong, I haven't counted, I can only count from one to ten, and I can't figure it out!

"How many adults and how many cubs are there?" Rigg asked again.

Patriarch: "This..."

Without waiting for any results from Bou, Lige continued to ask: "What are you going to do with the old and sick people in the collective cave?"

Bu can answer this question without even thinking about it: "Of course we go together. The tribe will not abandon any member of the tribe for no reason."

Of course, Rieg knew that Bu would answer in this way, so he immediately asked: "Among these people, are there any clansmen who are too sick to move? Are there any old people who can't walk?"

Bu: "Also... also?"

"Then have you thought about how they got away?"

"You can turn the strong orcs back into their original form and carry them on their backs. As long as we don't run out of water, our tribe will not abandon our people."

Bu's answer made Rieg feel ironic. At least through the above conversations, he found that although the patriarch's grandfather was relatively shrewd among the orcs, he actually had no precedent for how to plan, especially the plan to relocate the entire clan. He didn't have any clue about what he learned from. If he really let a group of old and young in the tribe follow him around the world aimlessly, he might suffer a lot on the way.

It's really timely to come by myself.

So Lige carefully explained to Bu some coups and tips for living in the wild. Although the living environment of these guys, in Lige's opinion, is the authentic wilderness, but since most of the tribesmen have always been within the safe range of the tribe Activities, if you want to leave the safe zone rashly and enter the unknown nature, you still have to try your best to be fully prepared.

Among other things, at least to make this possible trip a little more comfortable, this is all Rieger can do now.

The temperature is rising day by day, and what increases with the temperature rise is the tribe's water demand.

Under the strong request of the patriarch and Rig, the orcs of the tribe have begun to accept the filtered clean water from the large pool on the tribe square when they need drinking water or cooking.

The orcs were not particularly used to it at first, but soon they discovered the benefits of this method. On the one hand, the water has indeed become cleaner, and there are fewer miscellaneous odors whether it is drinking or cooking food.

Don't look at the rough life of these prehistoric orcs, there are no conditions. Once conditions are met, their keen sense of smell and taste will come into play again in a matter of minutes.

Only in this way, the water containers in the tribe would not be solid enough.

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