Prehistoric Survival Records

When the female was noisily turning over the sachet she found to see the strangeness.

Rigg is telling a story to Charlie and the other cubs:

"A crow stood on a branch with a piece of delicious roast meat in its mouth. A sleeping fox under the tree smelled the aroma of the roast meat. He woke up and scratched his heart to eat the meat. …”

"So the fox rolled his eyes and came up with a plan. He kept praising the color of the crow's feathers and asked the crow to sing him a song."

"As soon as the crow was proud, it was ready to sing a song to the fox, but as soon as it opened its mouth, the roast meat fell, and the fox jumped up to catch the meat and ran away."

"What does this story tell us?" Teacher Rigg asked a question when the story time ended.

"What is a crow?" A baby lizard raised his hand to speak.

"Is that piece of roast meat more delicious than yours, Boss?" Shelley sniffed, he was a little hungry.

"Hmph, how could someone cook better food than the boss!" This is Aman who likes to argue with Shelley.

"Is it more delicious than bamboo shoots?" Thinking of the deliciousness of bamboo shoot soup, the elk baby Wanuo couldn't help drooling.

"The meat must be delicious. What's so delicious about bamboo shoots? I still like to eat meat!" Aman swung his arm, expressing that eating meat can only grow strong.

"You can't grow tall because you always eat grass." At the end, Aman came to a conclusion.

Hey, let me tell you, is this an indiscriminate attack?Rigg was angry, he sat upright, and felt an arrow in his knee.

Besides, they are elk, and they eat grass. Isn't it normal that grass tastes better than meat?

Ah yuck, is the point of this story about roasts?

yes!

All the cubs looked at each other in blank dismay: Isn't it?

Rigg hates iron but not steel.

I'm here to give you a precaution in advance and tell you what is the sinister heart of a beast, so as to save all the naive ones from being abducted by bad guys outside in the future!

Is it easy for me to be so prepared for danger in times of peace?

Charlie, to sum up the central idea!

Charlie, who was named, was at a loss: Huh?

What are you talking about.

Rigg followed the temptation: "If you meet someone like a fox, how can you protect the piece of meat in your mouth?"

I will do this!

Charlie: Whoosh!

The translation is: eat it!

Rigmer --

Well, you have the final say on how strong you are.

On one side, Oman was still arguing with Wanuo whether meat or bamboo shoots were better. Wanuo was sharp-tongued, but Oman couldn't argue with him, and suddenly showed his fangs: I eat you.

Vano:  …

Rig:  …

Got it, you are brutal.

So Teacher Lige's small pre-dinner class ended without a problem, and the cubs patted their buttocks and stood up to ask their parents for food.

Laika's father, who had been watching the excitement from just now, saw Rieger's dejected look, and sat with him on his neck.

Quinn stroked Rigg's hair which was at the same level as his own, and asked him, "The story is very good, why aren't you happy?"

Rigg moved his mouth, but made no sound.

Quinn followed his back at once: "Er Bao, don't be afraid, whether it's a little fox or a huge direfoot coming to grab your meat, Dad will protect you and won't let you go hungry."

Charlie also pecked Rigg's dangling foot: whoosh!

Charlie is great and will protect Rigg and the dads!

Rieg was comforted by this kind of family interaction, and he suddenly let out a long sigh of relief.

Although he didn't tell anyone, in fact, Lige had a string in his heart. Even if he didn't have him, Bu would definitely do it.

It was only because of his appearance that Boo was more convinced of this idea, but Rigg was not as relaxed as he appeared on the surface.

Whether it is a large amount of stockpiles or improvements to the equipment of the clansmen, including wanting to instill the idea of ​​evil hearts into the hearts of the little cubs, they are all just manifestations of this worry.

Really, what are you thinking, Rieg patted himself on the head hard.

With the fighting power of these big guys, maybe there is no need to rise to the psychological level, and the matter will be resolved.

He had to trust his people, just as his people believed in him.

Under the consolation of his father and brother, Rieg became cheerful again.

Today's dinner is a deer sheep. Deer sheep, as the name suggests, is a giant sheep with two sika antlers. It is 3 meters long and weighs 400 catties, which is enough for the tribe to eat.

The entire tribe seemed to be traveling together, but the absolute speed of the orcs was not slow. Now they were out of the range of the warriors' daily hunting, and the types of prey had become more abundant.

It is a pity that due to such a large group of predators lined up, some vigilant guys fled when they heard the news. Although there are various reasons, the number and species that can be hunted have indeed gradually increased.

The fresh wild game from hunting is plucked and bled to remove the head and hooves. It is also served with ginger and fresh bamboo shoots and mushrooms, sprinkled with delicious salt. It is a rare delicacy whether it is roasted or boiled.

The orcs let go of their stomachs and had a good time. When their stomachs were half full, a male orc suddenly said, Hey, why is it so quiet today, there is no noisy buzzing in my ears.

Only then did everyone realize that the swarm of flying insects that had been circling around the bonfire at night had disappeared.

The females who had been busy all evening remembered this, and Yima showed everyone the small sachet in her hand: "It is this fragrant thing that works and can drive away small flying insects."

Other females also took out the sachets they got for everyone to see.

Unlike the pure curiosity and surprise of the rest of the tribe, the warrior Gau stared at the simple and cute little thing in his hand for a long time.

The rest of the fighters also reacted the same way as Gau after passing it on to each other. They seemed a little surprised and a little cautious.

Then Gawu stood up holding the sachet and asked who made it.

Everyone was stunned by the solemn expression on his face. After a while, a female pointed at Lige in a daze and said, "It was given to us by the boy from the Laika family."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of something, forked her hand into a teapot shape, and pointed at Gawu's nose: "What do you want to do? The brat is just making something, you still can't see it? The old lady will give you a piece of shit!" You raised your urine and didn’t know your virtues, and when you were young, you still gnawed holes in the altar, in terms of mischief, who can compare to you.”

As soon as this remark came out, the whole tribe burst into laughter, and some orcs who had a good relationship with Gau winked at him, almost laughing like a fool.

Gawu blushed: "Gagong, why are you talking about everything, and you misunderstood, that's not the case."

A well-meaning soldier next to him helped him explain: "Sister Jia Gong, you misunderstood, this thing is very useful for our soldiers, and Jia Wu just wanted to ask, why this small bag can drive away flying insects."

Hearing this explanation, Jia Gong put down the shape of the teapot, and said unrelentingly: "I have a question, look at you with a dark face, how old is he, can he stand up to your scare? That's a beast Little boy under the throne, show me some respect."

Gawu heard a lawsuit in his head.

Lige himself has black hair, and his face is full of embarrassment, what the hell, a little boy under the seat of the beast god, such a name of Secondary School definitely doesn't describe me.

Li Ge didn't know that the little boy of the Beast God had long been an open secret in the tribe, but no one deliberately told him about it.

The patriarch Bu smiled and explained: "When soldiers hunt in the wild, they often have to hide in the thick grass to observe the prey. In order to reduce the vigilance of the prey, let them run out to look for food. Sometimes they squat for a whole day. Others Insects are nothing more than bugs, most disturbing. There is a small red flying insect with a hard shell, which is specially designed to bite immovable targets. Once bitten, a pustules will develop, which is itchy and painful. It is very difficult, Rig bastard, can you I can’t teach them, if the little bag you made can be used, it will be of great help.”

Lige knew the elegant meaning after listening to the string song, and immediately said that the sachet was very simple and basic without technical content, and he could learn it as soon as he learned it.

While rolling his eyes at the two unreliable fighter fathers in his heart: Why didn’t you two talk about this kind of thing that can benefit the entire hunting team, no wonder Grandpa Bu always said that Laika’s father is unreliable, but the reliable father Quinn you Why don't you say anything.

The two fathers: It's all because the boy's way of telling stories is so cute, so they are so fascinated by it that they forget it.

......

The sachet does not have any technical content, and Lige himself is not very handy, so what he made is just a small bag.

However, Rigg focused on the poison ivy stuffed in the bag, saying that this is the big project that can repel insects and avoid harm.

The quick-handed orc grabbed a handful, put it under his nose and smelled it, and there was a pleasant fragrance.

He still wanted to lick, but was immediately stopped by Rieger:

"Although this grass can repel insects, it is poisonous. If you accidentally eat it in your stomach, you will die!"

Fearing that these curious guys would insist on tasting it, Rieg deliberately emphasized the toxicity of poison ivy.

In fact, the reason why poisonous vines are called poisonous vines is mainly because the leaves contain a component called rotenone, which is very toxic to fish and insects, and the toxicity to mammals is average, but it is not ruled out by mistake. The possibility of death from eating, with the bear nature of these orcs, as long as they can't die from eating, they don't care, and they may secretly eat and eat behind his back, so this toxicity must definitely be emphasized.

Hearing that he would die if he ate it in his stomach, the orc who wanted to lick it hurriedly put down his deadly hand, and the other orcs also had expressions of sympathy, as if they had thought that thought in their minds.

"Absolutely, absolutely not edible!" Rieger solemnly declared again.

"Know it."

"I know."

"Hey, you little brat doesn't know who you look like, you really worry about it."

"That's right, we don't eat poisonous things." The orc who said this sentence was righteous and stern, his face was neither red nor angry.

wft?

Rigg was almost amused by them, whatever you say, whatever you say is right.

Tell the orcs clearly about the poisonous effect of the poisonous fish grass and the place where it grows, and Lige will retire. As for how to make the sachet, uh, don't mislead your children, as long as you understand the principle of wiring, Pulling out a female at random is better than him in manual work, not to mention Billy, a knitting expert, he, ahem, don't make a fool of himself.

The orcs all went to watch and weave, and Rieg came to the river, staring at the bloody deer wool in a daze.

Although the rough plucking methods of the females make the wool messy and dirty, but such a large pile of wool can always be picked out clean.

Rigg used a branch to brush away the dirt on the surface, revealing the slightly yellowish clean part underneath.

At a rough glance, the wool of deer and sheep is clearly divided into three layers, the guard hair layer, the wool layer and the fluff layer closest to the skin.

What are these three layers? The guard hair layer, as the name suggests, is full of elastic hairs, which look silvery to the light, fine and smooth, moisture-proof and breathable.

Taking advantage of these characteristics of the needle hair, the ancient Huaxia people made a lot of needle hair utensils, such as the writing brush that once played an important role in the history of Huaxia civilization. The most famous wolf brush is made of the needle hair of the weasel. Among our makeup tools, mink hair makeup brushes are essential.

As for wool and cashmere, there is no need to introduce more. Even in the interstellar era, the raw materials used in high-priced underwear for natural health care still cannot be separated from these two ingredients.

Well, but in Rieger's memory, generally sheep only grow wool and cashmere, not needle hair. It's probably because the tropical rainforest is hot and humid with good lighting, but deer and sheep have a fine layer of needle hair. .

But don't imagine the needle hair of deer and sheep as the soft and elastic touch of mink hair. This thing is rough and pungent, and it is slightly better than the bristle brush.

But ignoring the guard hair, the inner layer of wool and fluff feels okay, like thick wool. If you can use these two layers to knit a sweater and shorts, it will definitely be more comfortable than animal skin.

Wrapped in airtight animal skins and walking in this hot and humid forest, he doesn't know about others, anyway, his own little butt and thighs are almost covered with rashes.

I can't think about it. When thinking of the rash, Rigg suddenly felt itchy everywhere. It was a psychological effect. He glanced at Charlie sympathetically. This really hairy cub is really itchy all over. Fortunately, Charlie doesn't need to be wrapped in animal skins. This may be a blessing in misfortune.

As soon as he thought of it, Rieg sat down on the ground and straightened the wool.

Throw away all the parts stained with blood, dead grass, and the dirt of deer and sheep.

For the rest, the guard hairs are too rough, so they are picked out and thrown away, leaving relatively soft hair and down.

The next step is to wash the wool, and remove the large amount of lanolin, sweat, and other dirt contained in the wool by soaking and washing.

Things like sweat and dirt can be removed by rubbing in clean water, but lanolin is a greasy sticky substance, and it is impossible to wash it off with just water.

In this day and age, let alone surfactants, there is not even a piece of pig soap at hand, which really tests the flexibility of the brain.

Fortunately, Rieger's brain is still easy to use. He immediately thought that at first, the ancient Huaxia people could wash out soft and clean hair only with a combination of soap base and lye.

Soap base takes a lot of work, and it is hard to find for a while, but lye can still be obtained. Among other things, plant ash contains a lot of alkali. In this place where litter is everywhere, there is something more suitable than plant ash. Is it the raw material for extracting lye?

Lige, the activist, immediately clapped his hands clean and stood up.

He took out the two large earthenware pots that he used for cooking at home, washed them clean, poured a large pile of plant ashes collected from several campfires into them, and handed over to Charlie the job of mixing them evenly.

Lige borrowed a clay pot from the neighbor next door, took out the charcoal basket from the cart, took the charcoal and rushed back, pounded the charcoal in the pot with a wooden stick, and crushed the charcoal into fine powder particles.

It is estimated that the alkaline components in the plant ash have been fully dissolved in the water. Use a spatula to scoop up all the visible ash, leaving a pot of muddy ash soup. In fact, this thing is used to wash wool. It can produce an effect, at most wash it several times after washing the lanolin.

But anyway, Lige is full of food and has nothing to do now, so he added an additional filtering step to filter the mixed soup into a clearer liquid, which is more visually appealing.

The wool was thrown into the alkaline water and rubbed thoroughly. I felt that it was almost washed, so I changed it to clean water and rinsed it for four or five times. It is impossible to clean all the grease. Besides, leaving a part of lanolin in it can make the wool smooth and soft. After the industrial degreasing in the previous life, some other steps must be added to soften the wool, otherwise the wool will become hard. Instead, it is better to leave it The feel of lanolin is good.

Rieger kneaded the wool with his small hands while tidying it up. The finished wool was spread on one side of the animal hide to dry.

When Lige washed the wool, the orcs had already woven a sachet. After dinner, it was time for the orcs to spread their stomachs. Onlookers.

Especially seeing that the dirty fur with the smell of deer, sheep and sheep urine has become soft and clean after several times of washing, and it is still light yellow when it is spread on the animal hide, which is simply a new round. The rainbow fart almost blew Rig into the sky.

However, Rigg, whose brain is still sober, said: Blowing rainbow farts also requires work.

The orcs didn't mind at all: this job is so fun, we must let us do it!

So Lige, who was originally busy, was squeezed out of the center circle by the orcs fighting for each other.

Rieger shrugged his shoulders, how can he stop you from working, I just happened to be sleepy too, you guys do it, I'll go to bed first.

So he yawned a little, took Charlie's hand, and the brothers went to bed with their father.

There were no mosquitos buzzing in his ears, and Rigg slept soundly.

Early the next morning, as soon as I woke up, I ran to see the results of last night. At this time, the early risers were already busy with their own tasks.

On a huge animal skin by the river, after a night of wind blowing, [-]% of the moisture has been removed. The surface layer of the wool is dotted with dew, and it looks a little crystal-clear and moist under the sunshine.

Rieg looked through it with his hands for a while, and he knew that the orcs were not lazy last night, and they were washing their fur exactly as he asked.

Under Rigg's guidance, the orcs have developed good working habits, not only doing things smartly, but also consciously finishing the finishing work.

The charcoal baskets dragged out by Lige in a hurry were neatly packed and stacked back on the car; the clay pots dirty with the lye extraction were washed and stacked, and even the clay pots for washing wool were cleaned and put back in their places.

"It's really a group of highly conscious and savvy employees." Rigg couldn't help sighing.

When the clouds slowly dissipate and the sun is fully exposed, the intensity of sunlight by the river becomes greater.

The dewdrops on the wool tips could not withstand the sun's rays, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

As a result of exposure to the sun and wind, the wool that was expected to be fully dried after a day or two of tumble drying became completely dry after half a day of tumble drying.

Originally, Lige thought that he couldn't delay his trip because of this pile of hair, and he was still thinking about putting the hair on the cart to dry while walking, even if he lost some on the way, it wouldn't matter, but this way, this step was directly saved.

The sun-dried wool is curled and white, like a cloud of off-white, which makes people feel happy when they look at it.

Rieger collected a large handful of clean guard hair, tied it with a straw rope to form a comb, grabbed a handful of wool and tried it out, and when the comb was brushed, the curly balls of hair were opened into strands of fiber, Although the comb tied with straw rope is a bit prone to hair loss, but since it is quite useful, this small shortcoming can be ignored.

Rieg sat down on the animal hide, concentrating on combing the wool.

These wools are to be twisted into woolen yarns, and the fibers should naturally be as fluffy as possible, so that the originally curled wool fibers can be fully elongated without breaking, so that the fine fibers can be entangled with each other and elongated into woolen yarns. Purpose.

The ancient wool spinning process usually uses a spinning wheel, that is, a hand-drawn cart. One hand cranks the handle and the other hand twists the thread. The hardworking weavers can pull out dozens of catties of cotton thread a day.

Things like hand-cranked spindles can be arranged after the tribe finds a place to stay. Anyway, there is no need to think about it at present, and even if it is made, it is not practical.

Rieger uses the older craft of hand-twisting with a spindle. To put it bluntly, it is to make a winding stick with two pointed ends. One end of the wool is fixed in the center of the stick, and the other hand cooperates to twist and wind the elongated wool fiber. go up.

It was labor-intensive at first, but when the spindle has a certain weight, you can twist the thread with both hands, and use the spindle's own weight to rotate to twist the thread, which is more efficient.

Using the spindle's own weight to rub the thread is an operation. The taller the height, the more advantageous it is to rub the thread. Lige is a small bean, and the thread is not long enough. The spindle is about to fall to the ground. The efficiency is simply overwhelming. Fortunately, no one takes it. Chasing after his buttocks with a small leather whip, he came slowly.

In the middle, Charlie brought her breakfast, a piece of greasy barbecue.

Rieger looked at his white, tender and clean hands, and then at the clean beige wool. What if it gets oily, he just swallowed his breakfast in three bites with Charlie's sharp mouth, and continued to work on him. of.

Charlie: o(*/////*)q

After working for a whole morning and noon, the spindle kept spinning, Rigg's arm was sore and his palms were numb from rubbing, and he finally calculated two catties of qualified wool, a large fluffy one, and hung it on the high ceiling. On the tree branches, the sunlight penetrates in and out through the pores of the wool, as if emitting a lustrous white light.

The clansmen were all dumbfounded.

Something softer than a cloud, more airy than the finest animal hides, that stinky, stinky wool we washed last night?

It's unbelievable, beast god, it must be the clouds floating down from the sky.

Especially those who helped wash the wool last night, eager to try, stretched their dirty hands on the woolen wool. Rieg also inserted his hands into a teapot, and squirted at the furtive orcs who wanted to tease their paws. .

So fierce——

Under Lige's repeated orders, the uncivilized behavior of the orcs trying to grab wool with their black claws was finally put an end to.

The cub is so fierce, the big guys only dare to glance at the woolen thread with their eyes.

Rieger did not soften his heart at all: "Don't touch anyone who doesn't wash their hands."

What does this mean, just touch it after washing?

A few orcs who reacted quickly rushed to the river, and the cubs also joined in the fun and washed their hands.

Wash it cleanly, there should be no mud between your fingers, no mud under your fingernails, and your wrists should also be washed clean.

Rigg wasn't all because he felt sorry for the hard-won wool. The key was to use this opportunity to cure the orcs' lack of cleanliness.

Although everyone walks among tree roots and vines all day long, and from time to time they have to cut down roadblocks, weeds and so on, and the grass roots, sawdust, mud and dust on their bodies can't be avoided at all, but they grab food without washing their hands, or pounce on clean things. behavior must be avoided.

Although animals have a certain self-cleaning ability, is it the same as being a human if you simply stand on all fours? When you are an animal, you eat meat, drink blood, and so on. At most, you will only get some urine and mud on your body Grass juice and the like are very simple and easy to purify.

With a human form, you can eat more food, touch more things, metabolism and secretions, and the whole body circulation will be different. It's just a little dirty smell on the body.

This has to be changed to human beings, try not washing your face or washing your hands for a month, let alone a month, even if you don't wash your face overnight, it will become a big oil field.

For these orcs, Lige didn't ask how particular they were. He also understood the evolution from body to mind.

With the sound of splashing water, Xi, the fastest orc, quickly retracted, and raised his hands to Lige for inspection.

Looking at the muscular man whose honey-yellow skin had been washed away to reveal his inner skin, and his entire palm showed some blood, Rieg nodded to show that he passed the inspection.

The muscular man shouted happily, and grabbed the wool excitedly, his voice was loud, but his movements were cautious, not at all rude.

At this point, I have to mention another advantage of these guys. Although they don’t pay much attention to themselves, they cherish precious foreign objects very much, such as those fragile things such as clay pots and pots. It is the largest brother and the youngest cub. They are used with the same care. So far, no orc has broken a pot due to carelessness. This is not easy, and it is very worth it. Like.

"It's so light."

"So soft and breathable."

"It's more comfortable than the skin of a long-eared beast."

The orcs touched the wool thread, wishing to be intoxicated by the light and soft touch.

The adults only cared about their own happiness, and they didn't see them as children at all. This kid was so anxious, he jumped up and down on his parents' thighs, trying to attract the adults' attention, so that the adults could pick him up. touch it.

The endlessly intoxicated masters finally noticed the cubs bouncing around their legs.

So the cubs were lifted onto the shoulders of the adults, reaching out their hands just enough to reach the white clouds in front of them.

Yeah - it's really soft, the cubs are also intoxicated.

The wool was touched by the hands that were stained with water, and it became a little damp, but Rieger didn't worry, under the sun like this, it probably wouldn't take long to dry completely.

Anyway, I have some empty hands for the time being, and seeing the cubs crawling under the woolen thread, they really like it, Rieg suddenly thought of a thing, simple and fun, and a good time pass, the cubs must like it .

He found a bamboo pole, cut off a long section of the palm of his hand, split it thinner and thinner again, and split it into several half-length bamboo sticks. Pricked a few times to test the feel.

After poking and poking, I felt that the bamboo stick was not round enough and had burrs on the ground, so I stopped and polished it for a while, until the whole body was smooth and flat without a single burr, and only a few small barbs were left on the head of the bamboo stick. Nodding, I used this bamboo stick to tie up the wool ball.

The judges must have understood that this is the wool felt of later generations.

The needling method to make wool felt, also known as poking music, is the oldest fabric form since human history records. It is a fabric skill that was used by ancient people in daily life earlier than knitting and weaving.

The soft and silky wool is just like human hair. The surface is covered with fine scale tissue. The scales are squeezed and rubbed against each other through acupuncture, and the scale tissue is tightly shrunk and entwined, and the wool becomes a felted state.

The reason why the needle felting method is ancient is that it only needs one or a few rows of needles to puncture the wool to give any shape, whether it is as big as a hat and shoes, or as small as a doll pendant, the core technology is just one word - poke !

This is also the reason why Rieger wants to teach the orc cubs. On the one hand, it will increase the fun of the journey, and on the other hand, it can also exercise their hands-on ability and increase the flexibility of their fingers. Moreover, entertaining and entertaining can also help develop their brain power. An activity that does no harm.

Not only cubs can play, adults can also play.

There are only two things to use:

Wool - all over the place.

Poke pins - all over the place.

Kung fu - a lot of it.

And what's better than a group poke fun?

Rolling while poking, poking for a while, the originally fluffy wool ball became thinner and became a small ellipse. Rigg adjusted the shape of the ellipse while poking, and felt that the resistance of the wool ball in his hand became larger. This is a harbinger of wool starting to feel.

Take a small ball of wool and poke out the shape of an ear, and another ball of dark wool to poke out two round eyes and a pointed mouth, and finally two symmetrically poke out two small wings and small legs, a wool felt The version of Chicken Charlie is fresh out of the oven.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

"It's amazing, it's amazing!"

"Boss Niubi—"

Although the few cubs have been sitting obediently because of the boss's face, the cubs are lively and active by nature. After spending so long watching the boss tie hair balls with a bamboo, they have long been drowsy up.

This is what the boss ordered, otherwise try another person and escape to the adults in minutes.

The cubs chirped and asked: "Boss, what is this?"

"This one looks like a big boss." A eagle cub pointed out sharply.

Boss, this is Rig.

Big Boss—bigger than the boss (force value), referring to Charlie.

Putting the wool felt Charlie in the palm of his hand, he slid around the noses of the cubs, and received a row of envious eyes that were drooling with satisfaction. Rigg asked them deliberately: "Do you want to learn?"

"Thought~" the baby's voice was childish.

So... so cute.

So each of the cubs took a bamboo stick from Rigg, and a big ball of wool.

Sit in rows and poke poke.

Rigg secretly handed the first finished product he made to Charlie: "Hide it quickly, just now Shelley asked me to beg for it for a long time and I was not willing to give it to him."

So Charlie added a chubby wool felt chick to Charlie's beloved collection.

Charlie is a very stinky guy, and Rieger has long been aware of this.

Although Charlie doesn't talk much, Rieg can still see that this little cub is different from other cubs from various behavioral trajectories.

When the other cubs rolled around on the ground, crawled and beat, Charlie always stood aside and watched, never willing to take the initiative to participate.

Rigg himself has an old heart, so naturally he doesn't like this kind of childish activities, but for cubs, sitting their companions under their buttocks or pinning them down with their paws is simply the most fun in the world game.

Ordinarily, Charlie is also a cub, so he should like this kind of activities instinctively, but Charlie never showed any interest.

Once Rigg asked him, why don't you go out to play together, and the answer he got was, it's messy.

囧, well you fake clean guy.

Another time, on the way back from hunting, Laika's father accidentally stepped into a cesspit. That night, he had washed it thoroughly, and even Rigg couldn't smell a little smell, but Charlie was very serious and ruthless. Refusing to sleep in Papa Laika's armpit for three days in a row.

This made Laika's father sad for a long time.

For another example, Charlie attaches great importance to his hair. As long as his hair is up, he is very happy. When his hair becomes soft and limp, Charlie is happy. The first thing I did after bathing myself and Charlie for the first time was to find a way to get Charlie's stupid hair back on its feet and restore the state of QQ bombs. At that time, Charlie would generously stuff his stupid hair into it. Let him touch it to his heart's content.

However, in this family, only Lige has the honor of being treated casually.

Charlie is also different in that he has super patience and restraint.

Every time Rigg made an invention, Charlie watched from the side. The cub was very curious and energetic.

But Charlie has never made any trouble for Rieger because of his curiosity. If Rieger has any simple work for him, he will finish it seriously, otherwise he will stay quietly on the sidelines, so Rieger this People who used to be alone have never had the idea that Charlie is annoying. You know, it is not easy for a person to get used to another person being around all the time without feeling disturbed. .

Charlie's unusual fastidiousness was a boon to Rigg.

At least I don't have to worry about the real cub in my family rolling me dirty and smelly, and I don't have to be responsible for the daily life of the other cub when I was a cub. Charlie had a lot of room to accommodate himself.

Although the two fathers also cared for him, they were the only companions who depended on each other. Rieger didn’t want to be caught between them all the time and eat dog food, so it was actually a joy to come to this world with Charlie’s company. The thing that makes Grid smile in his dreams in the middle of the night.

It stands to reason that with such a perfect brother, no one should be able to find anything wrong.

But there is an old saying that there is no perfect person in the world, and this applies to orcs as well.

Rieger didn’t believe there was such a person anyway, so he eagerly tried to find any flaws in Charlie. After his meticulous and secret observation every day, he finally discovered a very fatal flaw in Charlie one day, that is——his Very aesthetic!have!ask!question!

For example, didn’t Rigg weave a bracelet for him last time? Charlie puts the bracelet on his paws every day, and the little yellow chicken looks cute with the red bean bracelet.

Later, Rigg wove another necklace for him. Charlie had to put the necklace around his neck every day. The little yellow chicken wore a red bean bracelet and a red bean necklace around his neck. Uh, it was cute.

But no matter what kind of decorations you receive, they are all expensive and not expensive, and it is also vulgar to hang emerald dzi beads all over your body.

Later, Rigg felt that Charlie liked these chains, bracelets, etc., and made a lot of them for him, and then it became