Prehistoric Survival Records

There must be apple seeds in the animal poop. It means there must be apple trees nearby. Although I am not sure whether the prehistoric apples can be as sweet and juicy as the improved varieties in later generations, but anyway, that is an apple a day, doctor Stay away from my apples.

Rigg: Excitedly rubbing hands together.

Since discovering the apple seed, Rigg's behavior has become strange in the eyes of others.

After a period of poop-picking activities, the cubs have been able to take all kinds of weird poop home without changing their expressions, but none of the cubs are as keen as Rigg, who is keen to look at every kind of animal poop, research There was no digested plant residue in it, and this kind of behavior was incomprehensible to others, and Rigg didn't care, and Charlie didn't care much.

Rigg wanted to say that, but the fact is that Charlie cared very much. Charlie, who loves to be clean, kept his poop at a respectful distance. Once Rigg’s clip almost touched Charlie’s wing, Charlie was even shocked from the original The ground flew into mid-air, and you must know that with Charlie's small wings and a fat body, he was far from being able to take off, so Charlie only stayed in the air for a while, and then fell heavily under the traction of the ground, lost his mind, It looks like the san value of the whole chicken is gone.

But just this moment was enough for Rieger to know how tense Charlie, who usually followed him around and watched him pick up poop, was mentally tense.

But Rieger said that for the cubs who are not allowed to leave the territory casually, it is the best way to understand the distribution of vegetation in the vicinity and further away. Or don't you come with Charlie in the future?

Charlie: Whoa whoa whoa—

Charlie's words can be summed up in this way: ImOK.

Rig: Ummmmm.

Rigg held back his laughter, but he also paid special attention to his movements, trying not to let the dung get too close to Charlie.

That small apple seed was planted by Rieger in a corner of the experimental field, dug a loose shallow pit, sprinkled with a little water, passed through the digestive tract of an unknown animal, and could still see the light of day again. Rieger hoped that it could grow tenaciously.

In fact, the seeds of many plants are impermeable, dormant in the dark and damp, and spread far away with the footprints of animals, spreading branches and leaves, just like this little apple seed, you can hardly tell It cannot sprout.

However, in the following time, Rigg never picked out any seeds that he was familiar with from the poop. Most of the seeds he didn't know at all, but this was too normal. We are familiar with fruits, vegetables, and grains, but Who can say that he is familiar with the seeds of every common plant, so the behavior of picking up poop finally returns to the original purpose of composting.

Under the support of sufficient water and fertilizers, the crops grow gratifyingly, and they are different every day, and they are not the same every day. Often, Lige is busy with other things and doesn’t come to see them for a few days. When he comes back, he will be pleasantly surprised. The plants are growing stronger again, and the leaves are lush again.

The farmland is in good shape, and Lige thought that he would be happy to wait until the harvest in autumn. Unexpectedly, when he was guiding the orcs to build a bathhouse on the construction site, a dog cub rushed over, holding Lige in his mouth. Li Ge thought he was trying to play with him, so he took a few steps to explain to him: "I'm busy now, I'll play with you when I'm done."

The cub hadn't yet transformed and couldn't speak. It just squeaked milkily with Rigg's straw sandals in its mouth, and dragged him vigorously.

As an out-and-out orc cub in this life, Rieg has the ability to discern the emotions on the faces of other cubs invisibly. Although Samo cub can't speak, if he reads it correctly, he does have a feeling of anxiety On the face, so Rieg also had to be solemn.

He would not simply regard these cubs as ignorant little animals. The cubs just don't have a shape, but they are actually the same as children. They look cute, but they are actually very smart.

Rieg looked in the direction where the cub was strenuously, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat. That direction——is the farmland!

Regardless of saying hello to other orcs, Rieg picked up the paparazzi and jumped onto Charlie's neck, commanding Charlie to run towards the farmland.

Charlie's speed wasn't his fault. Like a gust of wind, Rigg arrived at his destination dazed. Before he could stand still, two adult orcs rushed up anxiously.

"Second Treasure, the dishes—there are so many small dots on the dishes, there are so many that you can't catch them all. I asked Xueqiu to call you. You came so fast."

Lige was shocked when he heard the words, bad, it was exactly what he thought, something went wrong with the crops.

I hurriedly moved closer to the nearest soybean leaf to take a closer look. There was a light yellow insect egg attached to the back of the leaf, and there were some black worms the size of sesame seeds on the stem. There were groups of them. Rigg only found out today that he had trypophobia. , only glanced at it before retracting his gaze, his scalp tingling.

But these are potatoes that have been carried back from his hometown for thousands of miles and painstakingly tended every day. If something goes wrong, he will have no place to cry, but he can only hold back goose bumps and force himself to take the other two potatoes. Plants are also checked.

Wild ginger is better. Because of its pungent smell, it is not easy to get insects, but it may be closer to soybean species. There are some small worms crawling on the leaf tips of several wild gingers.

The situation of potatoes on the other side is also the same. Potatoes are not a plant that attracts insects very much, but there are a lot of dots crawling on the leaves. There are light yellow insect eggs distributed along the veins on the back of the leaves. I felt itchy all over.

Lige endured the pain and checked all three plants. When he stood up, he shivered uncomfortably, and told them calmly: "Don't panic, there are insects on the leaves. I'll go back and get some insecticides." Sprinkle it and see."

The insecticide prepared last time has long been used up, but it can't be used even if it is not used up, and the active substance has long been lost.

Rigg took some mangweed and poison ivy, chopped them up, squeezed out the juice, and then threw the kneaded lump into a big bucket, and couldn't wait for it to soak carefully. Wait a few days, and the pests can eat After eating up all the leaves, they brought a bucket of homemade insecticide to the edge of the farmland and handed it to two orcs, asking them to water the bucket and drench all the leaves and stems of the plants, including the root system.

I sat on the spot and continued to dispense pesticides. The capacity of the bucket was too small, and that amount was far from enough to ensure that all the plants were covered.

After squatting for an afternoon of dispensing pesticides, when Rieg stood up, he felt that his waist was not his own. Fortunately, Charlie stopped him with his wings, otherwise Rieg would have been thrown straight into the field.

Although the insecticide has been sprayed, Lige does not guarantee the effect on this kind of insects. He can only leave it for one night. If it is effective, the insects will die soon. If there is no effect, Have to think of another way.

After wiping off the sweat that was forced out by the high temperature, Lige, who was in a panic, once again felt that it was not easy for the farmer's uncle to farm, and it was really unforgivable to waste food and so on.

Before dawn the next day, Lige rushed to see the effect. Taking advantage of the misty sky, Lige approached the soybean field in the most pest-infested area and carefully observed one of the leaves, but did not see any insects.

Holding his breath, Rieg looked at the other leaves and stalks, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness yesterday's insecticide was effective. Most of the densely squirming black insects are gone. Even if there are a few on the leaves, they are still motionless. They look stiff. When the sky really brightens, the vision After observing clearly and carefully, I saw a lot of insect corpses scattered under the plants, and the insect eggs attached to the leaves also changed from light yellow to dull gray, losing their vitality. Only then did I really feel relieved.

However, after this lesson, Rieg did not dare to take it lightly. He attributed the loss this time to his own carelessness. After all, he is the only one here who knows something about planting. It is impossible for other orcs to have this experience. If he could have thought of this earlier and told the two orcs who tended the fields to pay attention to the conditions of the crops, they would not have been discovered until the insects were about to flood. Hey, who is to blame? I can't blame it, I can only be more careful in the future.

Facing the dejected two big men, Lige tiptoed and touched their foreheads at the height of their navels, and comforted them with a smooth hair, which made them all happy, and then told them to stop if they found anything wrong in the future. To tell him in time, to prevent this situation from happening, the two big men nodded obediently, and Rieg wanted to laugh docilely.

The storm of farmland pests passed without any danger.

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The scorching sun scorched the earth violently. Except for watering the crops every day before the sun rose or after the sun went down, Rieger stopped the extra production activities of the orcs. On such a hot day, doing heavy work under the poisonous sun, In case of heatstroke, there is no place to find Huoxiang Zhengqi water in this age, and it would be really wronged to die of dehydration accidentally.

Under the guidance of Rigg, the two fathers cut down a few small trees, made four stumps, and covered them with rows of palm leaves. A simple sunshade was built, and the whole family lay in it, avoiding the The sun shines directly without delaying the view of the scenery. Although the hot dry wind blows in, at least it is a good air circulation, which is not better than staying in a monotonous brick house.

The other orcs followed suit, and soon there was a lot of sparseness around the arbors of Lige and others. The orcs lay down in groups of three or five, yawning and stretching under the arbors.

When the sun was not so hot, the hunting team lazily stood up and hunted for food according to the unshakable inertia of the day.

On a hot day, you don’t eat all the food after you hunt it down. If you leave it overnight, it will smell bad at noon the next day. Therefore, on a hot day, don’t hunt too many prey and bring it back, so as not to spoil your stomach. Rieger often hangs on They also listened to what they said.

Now it’s different from before, and now we have this condition. After doing in-depth research on the poop in Lige’s territory, according to the poop of the same animal, a certain kind of grass seeds and grass leaves appear most frequently, and they go to places where this kind of plant grows in large quantities. Go squatting, you can always meet these grass-eating guys.

Also because Rieger would often come back with poo in his hands, he would go to the hunting team and ask them various questions, or ask them to remember the appearance of a certain undigested plant, so that they could find this plant and bring it back when they went hunting.

Sometimes they will be dragged to a certain paw print, and asked them to find him an animal with such a paw. Over time, the orcs of the hunting team will also have an understanding of the distribution and distribution of animals and plants within hundreds of kilometers of their tribe. types are more clearly understood.

Since the orcs turn into beast shapes and run at full speed at a speed no less than a car at 70 kilometers per hour, their territory is within a radius of several hundred kilometers. The daily work of the hunting team is not only hunting, but also patrolling the territory. You can also leave a scent mark when you go (just what you think).

It is known that there are four large herds of one-horned cattle, five large herds of deer and sheep, more than a dozen small herds of leaf-eared herds, and other groups of animals that cannot be named, as well as underground herds. There are countless moles, groundhogs and other small animals.

Now, hunting teams only need to follow the previously neglected traces, such as tracking poop, footprints, or finding out when animals drink water. Basically, there is no need to worry about the daily harvest. More time can be used for Rigg to find various animal and plant samples.

For example, recently, Rieger has shown a great interest in the yammon. The hunting team often tracked the yammon in the intentional or unintentional direction of the two fathers. One night, among the prey brought back by the hunting team, except for adult In addition to Ye Er Beast, there are several Ye Er Beast cubs.

Rigg and a group of cubs surrounded the five cubs curiously, watching them grunting and hogging their long noses on the ground in search of food, the cubs shouted how cute and cute , scrambling to touch with hands.

It's cute, it's quite cute, but what Rieger thinks about is - roast suckling pigs, these tender and soft prehistoric piglets, I don't know how they taste when roasted (﹃).

Of course, Lige, who had a stomach full of pork, did not roast them. The appearance of these little piglets reminded him of one thing—they can raise pigs.

In order to obtain food, primitive humans had to be exhausted in hunting and gathering all day long. Hunting activities were always accompanied by danger and a lot of physical exertion, and at the cost of consuming a lot of physical strength or sacrificing their lives, they only got a few full meals. Fan, this kind of pay and reward is too disproportionate. Although the prey on the grassland is incomparable to those fierce beasts on the other side of the Black Forest in terms of size and combat effectiveness, the hunting team spends a lot of time and energy every day hunting for them. Tracking acquisition, this is an indisputable fact.

With the deepening of the tribal construction process, the civilization of the orcs will gradually evolve from hunting to farming, and domesticating livestock is a big step forward for civilization.

How wonderful it is to raise pigs. Pigs are creatures with a high rate of meat production. A litter can give birth to eight or ten at random. They can't jump high, and they can't run far. Even if prehistoric pigs are stronger than later generations of pigs It’s also limited. It has a long nose, a body full of sturdy tendon meat, and it can still be raw. No matter how you look at it, it’s a good meat pig with a very qualified lean meat rate. If you raise more in the future, you can’t finish it yourself. Can you exchange it with other tribes? Well, he has never been to the human tribe of the Sirang tribe, and he thinks that the primitive people there will not reject this kind of delicious and raw pork belly.

So the five little pigs were well raised.

In addition to picking up manure, the cubs of the tribe now have another job of herding pigs every day.

Rigg also asked the hunting team to bring back all the sows that had just given birth or the single piglets when they went out.

It's a pity that no such careless mother pig has ever been discovered by these big men.

They caught a lot of adult pigs back. Unfortunately, the adult pigs are wild. Even if they are locked in the fence, they will run rampant all day long. Temporarily keep them in the deep ditch that has not been connected to the water at the gate of the tribe, cut some hogweed and throw it in every day, or throw the leftovers into the water, fish scales, etc. Rushing back and forth to grab food, it was barely enough to keep these dozen or so big pigs.

So for a long time, the tribal cubs only grazed the five obedient little pigs.

Later, the sows in the ditch of the moat were all pregnant with cubs. The boars who had nothing to do still wanted to jump on the sows, and the sows with cubs had a bad temper. , Forced to go up, there was a wild boar war in the ditch every day, but Lige couldn't stand it anymore, and ordered people to fish up all the pregnant sows and put them back in the pigsty.

Probably due to their heavy bodies and the lack of harassment from boars, the sows locked in the fence stopped making noise and lay down quietly in the pen to give birth.

Without the girls as lubricants, the boars in the ditch became more and more irritable, fighting to the death at every turn. When they were dying, they would be salvaged from the ditch by the watching orcs, bloodletting, scalding and skinning, and became the companions of the orcs. After the meal, when the last boar was also eaten, all the sows in the pen started up one after another.

Rigg squatted nervously outside the fence and watched eagerly, for fear that any of the piglets would be difficult to give birth, and he would lose a piglet.

He had a good idea, one sow, at least five piglets for Mr. Lige, seven sows, that is 35 piglets, if there are superborn piglets, it will be amazing.

Probably Master Lige’s desire was too strong, and the sows performed exceptionally well, giving birth to 56 piglets for Lige.

Now Lige just squatted outside the fence and refused to leave, fearing that his piglets would not have enough milk, he was thinking about how to feed the lactating sows all day long, and even regretted that he had read a lot of books in his previous life I saw all the junk, so I never thought of learning about postpartum care for sows.

Lige searched for a lot of snails and came back, smashed them with stones, put them in boiling water, mixed them with hogweed, and fed the sows. The prehistoric sows were in good health, and they were taken care of so carefully every day. The drums were almost exploding, and the piggies looked so cruel that they were all round and fat, and their fat limbs could hardly move their ball-like bodies.

It seems that they are much happier than the five piglets who lost their mothers.

However, things in this world are always misfortunes and blessings, and blessings and misfortunes. Although these newborn cubs are white, tender, fat, and fat, what the little guys in the tribe like most is always the first to be picked up. Those five little pigs who were raised by them alone.

Back to the five little pigs.

They grew up quickly, became mothers, and gave birth to many pigs. At that time, the Jiufang Tribe had many, many pigs, but only the first five pigs were not killed for meat. They lived all the time. , live to be very old, live to the age when the pigs die, and die peacefully.

But that's another story.

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to write 6, but something happened later, and I stopped writing when I wrote more than 5, so it will not be divided into two chapters, everyone enjoys using it.

And, someone suggested to me that the name "Records of Prehistoric Survival" is a bit cold, and suggested that I change it to "Infrastructure Madness in Prehistoric" in the copywriting. What do you think?

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