Prehistoric Survival Records

Having said that, Lige didn't really ask Chacha to clean the pigsty alone, but ran back to the house mysteriously, and later took out a stack of small cloth pockets, distributed them to several orcs, and said: : "The pigsty needs to be cleaned regularly, otherwise, with the amount of pig excretion, it won't take long for it to be soaked in excrement and urine."

As he said that, he took out a small cloth bag and shook it in front of the orc, put it on his face, and said in a low voice: "I call this bag a mask. Wearing this bag can block part of the odor and make you feel more comfortable psychologically. Wear it Take this, bear with it for a while, and get used to it."

After speaking, he gave each of them a cloth pocket.

Tsao Tsao took the cloth pocket and put it on his face like Rigg, felt it for a while, and said: "Well, it will indeed feel much better if you isolate your mouth and nose from the stinky air."

The pigsty in winter is actually not difficult to clean. Most of the dirt is covered by snow. First, the pigs are driven into a temporary pen. A few orcs turn into the pigsty, each with a wooden shovel, and shovels the pig manure into the pigsty. In the big pit dug next to the pen, the ground and the trough were washed clean with hot water, and dry tall grass was spread. After all this was done, the pigs were driven back into the pen, and the work was completed.

The steps to clean the sheep pen are the same, but compared to the messy and stinky pig manure, the sheep dung eggs are much cuter and less smelly, and it is much more pleasant to clean up.

After they finished clearing the two barns, the snow on the roof was almost cleared, and everyone was cleaning the trails in the tribe one by one, and finally piled all the snow that was shoveled into the outside of the tribe. In the trench, today's snow removal work was successfully completed.

Although it was extremely cold with slanting wind and snow, the orcs felt warm and steaming from work.

Rigg had already chilled several large bowls of sweet and sour jam water in the snow outdoors, called people to move into the house, and used a long wooden spoon to distribute the iced drinks to the orcs who had worked all day.

Zhacha came back from the firewood room after washing his hands and face, his body was flustered, and he took the ice juice and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking, he breathed a long sigh of relief, hiccupped, and put the bowl on the big basin in front of Lige again: "Ah——Shu Tan, Erbao, I want another bowl."

Rigg served a large bowl of juice to a well-behaved Samoyed cub in line, and topped up the mocha bowl.

Wiping and retracting his hand, Gulu Gulu drank until the bottom of the bowl remained: "One more bowl."

Lige filled him up again, and when he saw that he was still pouring it, he disapproved: "No one is robbing you, this is ice, and the way you drink it will make your stomach upset."

Chacha's whole body and mind were captured by the ice drink. If you were fascinated, don't let it go. Where can you listen to it, you drank it in one go.

Lige pointed at Tscha Tsa and educated the cubs: "You can't learn from him, you have to drink iced things slowly so that you can taste the taste."

The cubs obediently obediently took small bites of this rare delicacy.

The old people have stubborn tastes, some like to drink, and some don't like to drink, and they all look at it happily.

There is heavy snow falling outside the house, and the temperature is at least ten degrees below zero, while the orcs are sitting in the warm spring-like room, drinking iced sour juice by the fire. Doing manual work, the old people covered their legs with thin blankets, reminiscing about the past around the firepit, and the soldiers were exchanging the latest hunting advice and sharing experiences.

When you are thirsty, you can go to the firewood room to fetch hot water at any time. When you are hungry, you can take out a few bites of jerky. Some people also pick up deliciously roasted potatoes from the ashes and sprinkle some thin salt on them to chew, in case they get tired of eating. Salty, honey water and fruit sauce are all you can choose.

The body is hot, the mouth is sweet, and when the house is tired, you can put on a sweater and go outside the house at any time, patrol the granary, look at the livestock, and go around the fungus room-this day is so beautiful.

Everyone is pretty, except Chacha.

Taking Lige's words as a wind, he wiped his ears and even poured seven large bowls of ice. It was very refreshing at the time, but it became a tragedy later. When others were eating, drinking and laughing, he went out alone clutching his stomach.

Lige strictly forbids the clansmen to defecate indiscriminately, whether it is on both sides of the road, under the base of a wall, or next to a big tree, it is not allowed. Cocoon came.

Chacha didn't want to challenge Lige's Sin Suan Nian Kung Fu, so he could only squat in the big cesspit next to the pigsty aggrievedly.

The heat from working has long passed, the cold wind is blowing outside, the stomach is uncomfortable, and the body can't keep the heat. After tossing back and forth a few times, it is cold and weak after wiping, and the calves are trembling when walking.

There was nothing clear about the inventory in his stomach, and Chacha staggered into the room, fell powerlessly to the ground, and completely collapsed.

Just as his eyes were buzzing and his ears were buzzing, Rigg came over with something in a bowl.

Crewe was running around in a hurry. Orcs were always physically strong. To them, being able to eat and digest was a symbol of good health. On the other hand, if an orc couldn't eat and had continuous diarrhea, it meant that the orc's life was likely to die. It's coming to an end.

That's why Shi Lan's vomiting made Zaya so worried before, and the vomit just now also made Crewe anxious.

Seeing Lige, he said weakly, "Er Bao, I don't want to eat anything now, and my stomach hurts like hell, am I going to die?"

Crewe also said anxiously: "I used to see sick orcs in the tribe have diarrhea like this, and then died. Erbao, can you save me?"

Seeing Tscha's miserable state, Lige almost broke his stomach with laughter, making you disobedient, even if you are a person who is used to drinking iced juice in later generations, you will still have a stomachache if you drink six or seven cups in one go, not to mention that you haven't drank it before. But he made a serious expression: "Your body is warm, and cold drinks are ice. It doesn't matter if you eat a little bit. If you drink so much in one go, your stomach will definitely not be able to take it. I remind you and don't listen. See you next time." You still drink so fast and in such a hurry."

Wipe away her tearful eyes: "Erbao, I will definitely listen to you in the future, and I am willing to clean up the pigsty every day, I, my stomach hurts, can you help me?"

Crewe had already understood that Tchacha was a greedy one, not because of any serious illness, so he immediately put away the anxiety on his face, and said indifferently, "Oh, you deserve it."

Lige looked at Tshua's pitiful appearance, and couldn't bear to tease him anymore, and handed the bowl to Crewe: "This is the honey ginger soup I made just now, you feed him to drink it hot, to warm his stomach, and it will be ready in a while." alright."

In this bowl of ginger soup, Lige cut a lot of old ginger, boiled a small pot of water into half a bowl, and the essence was concentrated in the soup, but relatively speaking, the taste was, um, rather spicy, even Adding a little honey can't hide the strong ginger taste.

Seeing Tchacha drinking so much that he grinned his teeth and couldn't vomit out, Rigg didn't feel guilty at all, good medicine is good for the disease, Tzacha, it's all for your own good.

Although the tongue was hot and the throat was hot when I drank it, after drinking a bowl of ginger soup, the stomach that was originally like ice cubes gradually became warm, and the pain subsided a little. Rieg grabbed the thin blanket and wiped it. On the stomach, tell him to sleep for a while if he is sleepy, and he will probably be fine when he wakes up.

Shoveling snow and shoveling excrement during the day, I was really tired after tossing and tossing for a long time just now, my stomach and intestines felt a lot better at this moment, sleepiness surged up, and I fell asleep as soon as I tilted my head.

Rigg shrugged, told Crewe to watch some sick patients and call him if there was any situation, and then left with his empty bowl.

It snowed all night, and when the sun rose the next day, the snow stopped and Chacha came back to life.

The snow stopped outside, and the wind also stopped. It was actually a rare sunny day in winter.

Putting on the woolen sweaters and pants made by the females day and night, a room full of orcs, big and small, went outside to have fun.

This is the first time that the orcs have been so close to the snow from the bottom of their hearts. In the past, winter brought them only hunger, cold, and even death. If you move less, you rarely have the experience of rolling in the snow with enough food and clothing.

Not to mention the cubs, even the adults and old people in the tribe were very happy.

Rigg and Charlie held hands and walked a little farther on to the fresh, untrodden snow.

When Rieg lay back, a small human figure was printed in the snow.

Charlie also lay back, and another cute chicken was printed in the snow.

The two brothers held hands, and their snow prints also held hands. Rieg admired it for a while, felt that something was missing, and ran to pull the fathers over and push them into the snow.

In this way, there are two more father seals next to the seals of the younger brothers, and the family of four is complete.

Rigg worked tirelessly to roll the snowball again, and the snowball got bigger and bigger. Later, Rigg couldn't push it anymore, so Charlie came to help push it together.

Later, when the two cubs got tired of pushing, the dads joined in.

That huge snowball was planed into four snowmen holding hands by Rieger, with two small snowmen in the middle and two big snowmen outside.

Rieger wrote a family character on the ground and taught Charlie: "Look, this family character represents Dad Charlie and me, that is to say, our family will always be together."

Charlie understood. He fluttered his wings and walked around the house, looking extremely happy.

Lige was also very happy, but soon he became depressed, because a big snowball flew from the sky and hit him on the neck, and the cold snow foam fell into the sweater collar. Lige shivered and turned his head At first glance, it turned out that the orcs over there had started a snowball fight without a teacher, which brought disaster to him, a fish in the pond.

Little wolf cub Shelley yelled in the distance: "Boss, come, come and play in the snow."

Lige was about to refuse, when he suddenly saw the little leopard Aman sneaking a snow ball towards him, the size, angle, and force were exactly the same as the snow ball that hit his neck just now.

Well, it turns out you were playing tricks.

After avoiding the blow with his head tilted, Lige immediately forgot about the refusal, picked up a snow dumpling and threw it at Oman, hitting accurately.

Oman was smashed and laughed loudly.

Then countless snowballs flew towards Lige.

Rigg dodged and jumped behind the snowman, and pulled Charlie in by the way: "Hmph, Charlie, stay hidden, and see if I don't beat them to hell."

So a chaotic snowball fight broke out immediately.

Lige is small in size, flexible in movement, and knows how to use obstacles to avoid (it is a child from the north who has rich experience in snowball fights in his previous life (^o^)/~).

How could Charlie watch his brother 1vN and join the battle quickly.

The two brothers moved coquettishly and cooperated tacitly, and soon beat the group of motley troops who had no strategic awareness to the ground, and put their scarves on the branches to express their surrender.

Lige tossed a snow dumpling up and down for fun: "Hand over the bandit leader, and spare your lives."

The boys over there thought together for a while, rushed forward, tied up the "bandit leader" Oman, and sent him to Lige.

Rieg waved his small hand: "Buried alive!"

So the little leopard cub Oman was "buried alive" by the snow.

The author has something to say:

感谢在2019-11-2223:53:12~2019-11-2400:37:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: why do you exist in this world;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!