Prehistoric Survival Records

After eating the delicious chestnut feast, the two one-horned oxen that the female had prepared for dinner were also sizzling, and the orcs turned to roast beef again.

Rieg took out a handful of cleaned hazel mushrooms, thinned them with a stone blade, and ate them on a stone board rubbed with butter. The hazel mushrooms dipped in butter curled slightly under the action of high temperature, and both sides were burnt. After it is cooked, sprinkle a little salt, and feed it into your mouth with a whimper, it is delicious.

For most orcs, although this thin slice is delicious, but the amount is small, and they are not chewed. Instead, they tend to eat meat and drink soup in large bowls, so this exquisite delicacy is only available to the Lige family. exclusive.

After eating and drinking enough, everyone slumped in the open air in the dark to bask in their bellies.

The starry sky on the grassland is very high, but the moon seems to be within reach in the sky.

It's just that tonight's moon is not as clear as usual, hiding behind the clouds, and there are still a few rough edges on its body.

The night wind blows, bringing a little bit of coolness.

Rigg was lying on his stomach at first, but felt that something was wrong, so he turned over again and looked at the sky.

A thought flashed through his mind, and the moment this thought appeared, Rieg suddenly turned over and stood up, he knew something was wrong.

Hairy moon, water vapor, rain!

The past few months on the grassland have been too dry, and it hasn’t rained for a long time, so he forgot about it. He never took measures to prevent rain when drying things, and there is no oilcloth shed at hand at the moment, and the grass is dry. Two thousand catties of flax and five or six thousand catties of chestnut and acorns were not stored in the open air. If there is a heavy rain, it will not be all over.

Thinking of this, Rieg jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and hurriedly yelled at the orcs who were still lying leisurely to grab their things.

"Hurry up, everyone, hurry up and move all the flax, chestnut and acorns into the house. It doesn't look good today, it's going to rain!"

As soon as Bu heard that it was going to rain, he quickly looked at the sky and sniffed his nose vigorously. The tip of his nose keenly caught a trace of water vapor. Judging from his years of life experience, it was indeed likely to rain.

This is not possible, but Erbao said that grain and flax must be stored in a dry environment. This time it rains, it must be soaked. This is the winter stock that their clan has worked so hard to prepare.

Bu also burned his ass.

Everyone in the entire tribe immediately started to move, carrying on their backs, pushing carts, and those who had no transport tools, spread out huge animal hides and picked chestnuts or acorns on the animal hides, and walked to the nearest to the empty house.

All the dogs also came to help, Nora was a little embarrassed: "I forgot to say, after summer, the grassland here will start to rain frequently. We used to worry about food at this time, but this year It's so comfortable, I actually forgot about it, hey, I really shouldn't."

Lige took time out of his busy schedule to comfort her: "It's not your fault. There are so many things piled up in the open air. I should have been aware of precautions. I was too negligent. Fortunately, there is still time to rescue them. I can't blame myself alone." It doesn't help, it's serious to move more things quickly."

Nora was right when she heard it, and immediately threw that little bit of guilt out of the sky, dragged the corner of the animal skin and dragged it to the new base.

No matter how good the physical strength of the orcs is, it is mainly strong in explosive power and combat power. The carrying power of carrying things may not be as strong as the strong bison. They have to carry several tons of things in a short period of time, and be careful not to put the rubber It is not an easy task at all to mix the seeds and chestnuts together, and not to sprinkle the flax all over the ground.

Carrying it inside again and again, and then rushing out again and again with the basket and the animal skins for the second, third, and fourth times.

Even though the night wind was chilly with water vapor, the big guy was still sore and sweaty from exhaustion.

Just as they were dragging the last acorn of animal skin back to transport back, bean-sized raindrops had already fallen from the clouds, falling on the dry grassland drop by drop, and it didn't take long to eagerly form took a slice.

When Chacha finally entered the door, his body was already drenched by raindrops, and two-thirds of an animal skin acorn was also soaked.

He hangs his head, looking frustrated that he didn't run fast enough and the acorn got wet from the rain.

Lige comforted the annoyed clansmen while handing him a piece of animal skin to wipe the water off his body:

"Everyone has done a good job. We worked together to rescue our food and supplies, and did not let them be completely destroyed in the heavy rain. This is the strength of the group and the collective achievement, which is worthy of praise."

"As for the wet acorns, let's feed them directly to the pigs tomorrow. Anyway, the rain won't stop for a while, so I don't have to spend the effort of weeding in the rain."

When Rigg said this, Tchacha, who was a little annoyed that he wasn't moving fast enough, became a little happy. Riger thought that he couldn't see that this big guy with daily rough nerves had a sensitive side.The other orcs yelled even more.

It rained heavily all night, and a fire was lit at the door of the activity room specially built for all orcs to stay together at the same time. Strong firewood was specially added to ensure the staying power of this campfire. Cautiously jumped into the fire, made a slight bang, and then disappeared invisible.

The orcs lay on the floor covered with animal skins, where the wind could not blow and the rain could not blow. Amidst the sound of rain and the hypnotic sound of flames, they dreamed soundly.

When Lige got up the next day, the rain was still pattering outside the house. He looked outside the house and found that the rain was slightly weaker than last night, but it continued continuously. trend will stop.

After rubbing and sniffing his slightly itchy nose, which was full of moisture, Rieg yawned again. This kind of heavy rainy day is the most suitable for sleeping under Dad's belly.

So he did it, and Rigg turned back into a kitten and squeezed out of Charlie's chubby belly, squeezed into the hairy belly of Charlie and Papa, and fell asleep again.

When Rieger woke up for the second time, the rain was still falling, but it was broad daylight.

In the firepit inside the house, squatting broth was gurgling, and a group of hairballs squeezed each other and rolled into a ball at the feet of the adults. When they saw Lige wake up, they swooped towards Lige together. The original shape fit his age setting, it was a little smaller than any of the balls inside, and was soon overwhelmed by the swarming hair balls.

Charlie shook the furballs away one by one, and rescued Rigg who was crushed under a group of furballs.

Rieger sneezed forcefully, turned back into a human form, and his whole body was in a mess.

The immeasurable Laika laughed and smugly said, "Look at Er Bao, how popular she is."

But Quinn saw Rieger's embarrassment, hugged him to sit beside him, took out a real hair comb, and combed Rieger's hair.

After combing Rigg, Charlie also turned his head, so he combed Charlie again, and checked Charlie's feathering situation by the way.

Laika finally remembered that she was also a father, twisted a small piece of animal skin, dipped in water to wipe the faces and hands of the two cubs, and brought a big bowl of rich broth to feed the two cubs. .

In order to express his gratitude to the two fathers, Rieg gave each of them a peck on the face, and Charlie imitated the example and gave each of them a loving peck.

After the warm interaction between the family of four, Rigg and Charlie were released to play with other cubs.

Rigg didn't want to play a game of bumping and bumping with the cubs.

Seeing that the cubs were about to hit him in groups again, they quickly hugged Charlie's thighs, swished twice and directed Charlie to crawl around in the adult's arms and legs to avoid them, and finally nestled by the firepit of Bubu, not moving.

For the cubs, the patriarch Bu is not only the amiable Grandpa Bu, but also the dignified patriarch. Just because the cubs are small, it doesn't mean they are stupid. They usually dare not make mistakes in front of this patriarch.

Rigg was finally able to get rid of the youngsters.

Boo was drinking mushroom soup and eating baked potatoes, when he suddenly felt a chill all over his body, looked up vigilantly, and saw Rigg staring at him with watery black eyes blinking.

Bu looked at Lige, then at the big clay bowl in his hand, thought for a while, and handed the bowl to Lige hesitantly.

Rig:  …

Who wants to eat your saliva.

"Patriarch, look," Lige squeezed closer to Bu, "it's raining heavily outside now, and the clansmen have nothing to do, why don't you let everyone take advantage of this time to strip the flax out as soon as possible?" The flax fiber can be spun into cloth as soon as possible, so that everyone can make a new clothes before winter comes. The linen cloth is breathable and cool, which is suitable for this season. In winter, it is not as good as wool clothes to fit and keep warm.”

Bu thought about it, but he didn't have any opinion. He was inexperienced in this kind of thing, and he didn't know anything about linen weaving. Rigg asked him about this, which was meant to respect the patriarch, but his own business I know that since Lige brought the knowledge of the beast god to the tribe, besides managing the hunting left over from the old rules, he, the patriarch, presides over the daily affairs of the clan, and there are limited things he can intervene in other things.

However, Bu did not feel depressed about this situation. On the contrary, he was very happy. Seeing that the tribe is getting better and better, the tribe has also learned many unheard of skills under the leadership of Lige, and their tribe is booming. Well, he is the happiest one. What does this mean? It means that he knows how to use people well, and it also proves that his decision to take the people out of the isolated area was properly done.

With these prerequisites in mind, Bu naturally supported Lige's opinion with both hands and feet. What, you said that everyone was tired last night, so we should take a good rest today?

In the past, the days of going through the wind and rain and going hungry and cold were easy to live, but now I have enough food and clothing every day, and everything is comfortable, so I just need to spend a little effort and want to kick my child?Let him give you a shave first.

So, after all the orcs finished their breakfast, Rieg assigned tasks.

Among the orcs, the fingers are nimble, peeling hemp, and pounding acorns with great strength to feed the pigs.

Whether the cubs are crawling and playing, helping adults with work, poking wool felt to play, or going to the warehouse to catch mice, there is one principle, no trouble is allowed.

Most of the hemp that was moved back last night was piled up in the warehouse dedicated to hemp, and a small part was piled up in this activity room.

It can be seen that the arrangement for the orcs to strip hemp fibers today was planned by Rieger last night.

Most of the flax stalks are decomposed by microorganisms during the retting process, and the hemp fibers are exposed from the damaged husks. It is very simple to remove the hemp fibers from the whole clump. You only need to pull a handful by hand, Just pull it out from the inside of the rod from the end to the end.

The hemp fiber pulled out at this time is not the hemp thread that most people are familiar with, but curly messy hemp. The messy hemp needs to be combed smoothly, and then twisted into thin twine.

With two thousand catties of hemp in stock, just peeling it by hand, and then straightening out the thread, the amount of work is really not small, not to mention that the orcs have stupid claws. I picked a more dexterous female. Fortunately, I have experience in knitting wool thread before. Although the texture of hemp fiber is different, I can get used to it after a while.

At this time, it was the orcs of the canine clan that made Lige admire. These dogs have no sharp claws, little strength, pure temperament, and foul appearance. As for food, in the prehistoric world, these advantages are not enough. After all, prehistoric aesthetics are still fierce and big chest muscles.

Unexpectedly, these soft-looking dogs, not only are they neither tough nor ferocious, nor do they have big chest muscles, but they are good at manual work. After tidying up the messy hemp fibers with their paws, they become obedient and pliable , the thread produced by kneading is also uniform in thickness, and hemp threads of different specifications can even be kneaded according to Lige's needs, which makes Lige exclaim in his heart.

With the help of the dog paws, the efficiency of thread rubbing has become much higher. Seeing that the rubbed twine was rolled into standard oval balls and piled up neatly on the side according to his own standards, Lige felt that he had to speed up his pace to finish the weaving. The machine came out.

The author has something to say: Hiding in the house to sleep in the sound of rain, roasting potatoes, and working, it is really pleasant, I want to travel through time