Prehistoric Survival Records

Rieger wore socks and led Charlie in a scarf around the tribe, successfully selling the warm Amway.

Bu held the wool socks that were peeled off from Lige's feet and kept admiring: "It's great, this one is too warm, I'm still worried that it will be too cold outside this winter, so the problem will be solved, okay ,OK."

Rieger watched Bu put the socks on his feet with a swaying face and rubbed them against his cheeks, making him feel extremely comfortable. He shivered in distaste. Take it away to prevent Boo from doing more eye-catching things.

"This matter has been explained to Nora and the others. It won't be long before everyone will have woolen sweaters and woolen pants, but it will take some time to weave these things. I have already discussed with Nora, and we will give the younger ones first. The male knits some sweaters, and everyone puts them on for work. I see that the snow is getting bigger and bigger. When I go out in the morning, the snow at the door is almost up to the calf. If you don’t hurry up and clean it, the door will be pushed at night. Not open."

Bu scratched his butt: "That's true. When the snow fell too much in previous years, our soldiers would organize to clear away part of the snow near the cave."

Rieger: "There are also ice ridges on the eaves. They hang upside down like steel cones. It is too dangerous. If they fall and hit someone, their brains will be pierced. This matter must be ordered. Everyone will see it." Anyone who reaches the ice edge is obliged to smash it, and if the little boy can't reach it, he must report it to the adults as soon as possible."

Chacha said aside: "That's true. Although there has never been such an accident before, I think Erbao is right. Binglenzi is too dangerous."

When several people got together, Lige suggested that we should simply set up several contract areas, organize the idle people in the tribe into several teams, and take turns to clean up the snow and ice edges in their own contract areas, and eliminate the dangers of snow and ice edges. I gave everyone a popular science, and then told everyone about this idea, and everyone agreed.

So Lige handed over the grouping to Chacha.

After discussing the meeting, it was time for dinner again.

So some of the females spontaneously let go of the weaving and spinning work to prepare for the evening meal. Only a few females knitting sweaters have to rush out a batch of sweaters and are still working overtime.

Dinner is spicy mutton pot and mushroom soup. The staple food is roasted potatoes. You can also cook the potatoes in mutton soup. The ingredients are fixed, and the cooking method depends on your preference.

To keep the fungus room warm, the stove in the firewood room is kept on fire 24 hours a day. The orcs on duty will fill the pottery tank with snow water and keep it hot. Anyone who wants to use hot water can use it. It can fully meet the water needs of the entire day.

The deer and sheep that were hard frozen outdoors were dragged to the firewood room to thaw and then disintegrated into small pieces. They were rinsed with hot water on the stove, scalded to remove the blood, and then the meat pieces were transported to the activity room and placed in a large pot. Those who are too lazy to do it themselves can eat a big pot, and those who have some ideas about food can also get the meat and cook a small stove by themselves, how comfortable they are.

Lige's house naturally has a small stove, mainly because he has been staying in the greenhouse recently and does not do much activity. Lige felt that he was a little angry and constipated, so he wanted to clean up a pot of clear soup to eat, and drink it in the cold winter A bowl of mutton soup is warming and nourishing.

The most satisfying thing about these deer and sheep is that although these guys look like sheep, there is almost no sheep smell in the meat, which is especially suitable for cooking sheep soup.

The received meat was cut into big chunks, Lige reprocessed them and threw them into the pot, sliced ​​the old ginger, put a few Chinese prickly ash to taste and enhance freshness, threw a few hawthorns, and added a proper amount of salt, unfortunately there was no white meat. Radish, radish stewed mutton soup is a must, but fortunately he still has potatoes and mushrooms. He cut a potato, tore some oyster mushrooms in it, covered it and simmered it.

Soon, the fresh aroma of mutton soup wafted out through the loosely sealed pot lid.

The family of four swallowed involuntarily.

After waiting for a while, guessing that the potatoes and mushrooms were already cooked, I lifted the lid and gave everyone a bowl of vegetables.

Eating pots has this advantage, you can put everything in it, and you can put in as much as you want.

It takes time to boil the mutton, but the vegetables are cooked one crop after another. With the deliciousness of the lamb soup, everyone is half full first.

After eating twenty potatoes and ten catties of oyster mushrooms, when Lige poked the mutton with his chopsticks, he found that the mutton could be penetrated very quickly, which meant that the mutton was cooked through.

Rigg announced the good news, and the other three cheered.

So we stopped putting vegetables, and collectively scooped up meat to eat.

There are four in the family, and Rigg has always had the smallest appetite. He ate the last piece of meat in the bowl, poured the soup into his mouth, swallowed it, wiped his mouth and put down the bowl, and ended the battle first.

Quinn was the second to put down the bowl.

Then came Lycra.

After all three of them had eaten, it was Charlie's show time.

He cleaned up all the meat in the pot, drank the soup down to the last drop, put down the bowl at last, wiped his sharp mouth with a handkerchief that was not stained with a few drops of oil, and thanked Lige who was cooking. Grid can even see some politeness from Charlie, a good-for-nothing.

Although Charlie eats the most every time, he is not rude at all, and there is no stain on the fluff or the ground around him, which is not at all different from other cubs who eat a mess every now and then.

Really, even though he was a prehistoric cub, his table manners were better than that of a person who had really learned manners, Rieg made a little complaint in his heart.

Rigg is the one who cooks, so it is not his turn to clean up. The two fathers quickly cleaned up all the pots and dishes.

The two cubs cuddled up to each other, napping and digesting food.

Rieg continued to tell Charlie the finale of the Hai's Daughter story that had not been finished in the past two days.

Charlie listened very carefully. When Rieger told about the little mermaid finally turned into foam and disappeared, Rieger noticed that Charlie's eyes were a little watery.

Quickly glanced at the beginning to snicker, it turns out that Charlie still has such an emotional side.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around after laughing, he saw a rare expression of disapproval on Charlie's face, as if to say, "The Little Mermaid is so miserable, how can you still laugh."

Rigg hurriedly closed his grinning mouth: "I was wrong, I stopped smiling."

After a while Rigg said again: "Charlie, I thought about it. The reason why the little mermaid in the story is so miserable is because she and the prince cannot communicate well. Although she is dumb, she can write. If she can't write, she can also gesture Ah, but she is stupid enough to bear everything by herself, looks great, but also kind of stupid. This story tells us that communication is very important, like Charlie and me, there are no secrets between us, we talk about everything, The relationship is so good, every day is very happy."

Charlie: Whoosh!

you're right!

Rieger: "So, no matter how old we are, we must tell each other if we have something, and we can't hold it in our hearts alone—come and pull the hook."

Charlie's cute winged hand and Rigg's fat little fleshy fingers hooked together.

The two brothers made a promise to hang themselves on the hook, and they would not change it for 100 years.

......

Thanks to the conscious overtime work of the females, the first batch of woolen sweaters was finally produced. Since it was mass-produced, the model who was caught and had her body data measured was Tchacha, and this batch of woolen sweaters was based on the body shape of Tchacha. As a benchmark, three sizes were produced by adding needles and subtracting needles on the sweater (Riger’s friendly guidance). The soldiers were the most burly in shape, and each person was issued an XL size. Ordinary beasts were of medium size, and each person received an M size. Yes, the size s is for the elderly and thin orcs in the tribe. In addition, the dogs of the dog clan are small in size, and each of them is issued a size S.

Although the orcs saw a lot of strange things with Lige, they were still surprised by the close-fitting and warm sweater.

"I thought the woolen skirt worn in summer was already the best in the world, but this sweater is even tighter than the woolen skirt."

Chacha, who couldn't wait to put on the sweater, gave a thumbs up: "This sweater is really a good thing. It doesn't hinder you at all when you wear it. You can move it as you want, and it won't fall off at all."

Another orc: "That's right. When I used to wear animal skins, the animal skins would slide off if I moved a little bigger. This sweater looks like it's growing on my body."

"It's really warm and I feel like I can stand in the snow now."

Lige quickly seized the opportunity and said, "Okay, everyone has received the sweaters and tried them on. How warm they are can't be reflected in the greenhouse. Why don't we try them in the snow."

"Okay, okay." The orcs responded one after another, putting on their sweaters and rushing out.

After the orcs who received the sweaters stood in the snow, Rieg asked them, "How do you feel?"

"It's very warm, not cold." Everyone said so.

Rieger smiled treacherously: "It's fine if it's not cold, then let's do some work by the way."

"Ah—" the orcs came to their senses now, they were given sweaters because they wanted them to work outdoors, they were really thieves.

However, the orcs don't have any resistance, anyway, they have to work all year round. In the past, when it was snowing and there was no sweater to wear, they still had to run around for food and drink. This year, they had good food and drink, a warm house, and Warm sweater, no matter how I think about it, I feel very happy, and doing some work is nothing at all.

"Then Er Bao, tell us what you want us to do." An orc asked.

"Actually, there are not many things to do. The main thing is to remove snow from the roofs of the buildings in the tribe. If you see any ice picks, you will smash them down. The other thing is to remove the snow in front of every house in the tribe to prevent it from freezing later. It’s easy to clean up, and it won’t be good to fill a room with water when the snow melts next year. I’ve discussed the specifics with Chacha, and if you don’t understand anything, just ask Chacha. In order to protect our tribe’s fixed assets, everyone To Come."

Rieg clenched his fist and made a cheering gesture.

When the orcs heard the words "in order to protect the fixed assets of our tribe", they slapped their chests like chicken blood, indicating that everything is on us.

Rig: Well done.

Although only a layer of woolen sweater was wrapped around the body, the most important core parts were wrapped in warm clothes, so that the orcs no longer shy away from the cold wind, and returned to the former capable and neat. In addition to the ability to keep warm, I can only sigh once again that the physique of the orcs is really strong.

There is always hot water in the kitchen, and every hour, Lige will have someone send a bowl of hot ginger and honey water to warm the orcs who are on the front line of snow removal.

Sweeping snow is physical work. When the snow is too thick, it takes a lot of effort to push out an inch with a wooden pusher. After a while, take a break, and then have a bowl of sweet ginger syrup. It's a cold heart, but it's hot all over, and I have the urge to sweat.

Some orcs couldn't help but wanted to take off their clothes, but Lige strictly stopped them: "Don't take off your clothes when you're sweating. It's easy to catch a cold when you're blown by the cold wind. If it's too hot, go inside and take off."

But this kind of day, it can't be said that it is too hot, and a little rest stopped the feeling of sweating.

Rigg reiterated again: If you really want to sweat, go in and dry it before coming out. It is absolutely impossible to take off your clothes!

Chacha and a few orcs laughed at Lige while chopping wheat straw: "Er Bao, you are wider than my mother."

A vein appeared on Lige's forehead: "Chacha, the work of cutting straw is not suitable for you. Let me change your job."

With a look of surprise on his face, he had long felt that chopping wheat straw and pounding acorns was too monotonous, and it wasn't his job: "Really, Erbao, what job do you want to change for me?"

Lige had a pure face: "It has been snowing heavily for the past two days, and no one has gone out to release the pigs. The manure should be full, so you can clean up the pig manure."

Wipe: ...I...wipe.

Rigg: Huh.

The author has something to say: Lige: Chacha, you can make your home in the pigsty.