Prehistoric Survival Records

Tired of playing, the cubs just find a piece of clean snow to lie down.

Rigg and Charlie were head-to-head, and a group of cotton candy-like white clouds floated leisurely over their heads.

The prehistoric sky was so blue.

After lying down for a while, Rigg felt a little cold, so he drove the cubs up from the ground head by head.

After playing in the snow for a whole day, no matter whether it is an adult or a cub, all ten paws are frozen like carrots.

As soon as he rushed into the room, Tchacha let out a big sigh, ah——Shu Tan.

Then he got up, went to the firewood room to fetch a pot of hot water, soaked his red paws in the hot water, and called the people around him to warm their hands with bubbles.

Seeing that he was going to die again, Lige hurriedly stopped him: "Chacha, if you soak it any longer, your claws will rot."

As soon as Crewe's paws touched the hot water, he froze upon hearing this.

Rigg tapped Tzacha's arm with a branch, motioning him to take it out quickly.

Chacha has already suffered from disobedience, and he dare not do it again, but he is still very puzzled: "Er Bao, why?"

Rieg looked around, and the other orcs were also puzzled, so he explained to them in a straightforward voice: "This is the principle of cold shrinkage. When our hands are frozen, it can prevent further loss of heat. The blood flow rate will change. If you dip your hand in hot water for a while, the blood vessels on the surface of the finger will expand when heated, but the capillaries inside are still in a state of contraction, and the blood will not flow back smoothly. It's easy to get chilblains and rot."

Seeing whether the orcs understood or not, Rieg gave them an inappropriate analogy: "Think about it, when we scald the pig hair, after we scald the pig skin with boiling water, is it skin? It’s easy to pluck after scalding. Our hands are like pigskin after being frozen. It seems that your hands are about to rot. Therefore, whether it is your fingers or toes, you must not soak them in hot water directly when they are cold. If your fingers are cold, rub them hard for a while and they will warm up."

Taking the things in daily life as an example, it is easier to understand. The orcs were surprised when they heard it, and then they were afraid for a while, especially Tsiacha. He raised his paw with teary eyes: "Er Bao, what should I do? After soaking in hot water, my hands are going to rot—oh, I don’t want my hands to rot.”

Rieger checked the condition of his wiping fingers. Fortunately, he hadn't soaked them for a long time, and his fingers were only slightly whitish, so it wasn't a big problem.

After thinking about it, I took a small jar from the shelf, dug out a small lump, and wiped it on my hands.

"This is the glycerin that I extracted when I made soap last time. Use it to massage all ten fingers to prevent frostbite from cracking."

Then he said to others: "Everyone, go dig a little and wipe your hands. This is a good product. It has strong penetrating power, easy to absorb, anti-freezing and crack-resistant, and not greasy."

The orcs have endless farm work and are exposed to the wind and sun all day long. Although they are all handsome Anglo-Saxon men, the skin on their hands, feet and body is so rough that you can't see it. If you don't take care of it, your foundation will be fine Can Huo Huo Guang, basically when the orcs reached Bu's age, their faces were covered with dead skin, and they no longer looked good.

Thinking of this, Lige hurriedly asked his fathers to sit down, rubbed hot glycerin with his hands and wiped them from head to toe, secretly swearing in his heart——

I will protect the looks of these two peerless handsome men, and make fists.

The females have a keen intuition for things that can make them beautiful, and they discovered the value of glycerin almost immediately, screaming and snatching the jar away: "This thing makes the skin on the hands so delicate!"

"Ah, my face has become so smooth too."

"The dead skin on my feet has been rubbed off. I couldn't rub it off before."

"I can't rub my back, Cisse, please help me."

The females immediately understood the one hundred and first usage of glycerin, and helped each other undressed one after another, and the scene was about to develop in a direction that was not suitable for children.

Rieger wanted to investigate Glycerine's customer feedback, but Quinn covered his eyes: "Let's go, kids can't watch this."

Then he was carried on his shoulders and strode away.

Rieg hurriedly shouted in the direction where the females gathered: "Add some snow salt to the glycerin, and the exfoliating effect will be better."

"Got it—" the females replied cheerfully.

......

After the incident of soaking hands in hot water, Rieg felt that it was necessary to teach the orcs some common sense of daily life.

Before he came, the life of the orcs was simple, with daily hunting, eating and sleeping.

After he came, the living environment and conditions of the orcs had a qualitative improvement, but this step-by-step improvement, if the ideology of the orcs did not keep up, would bury many safety hazards.

Take this matter as an example. In the previous winters, the orcs would never have the habit of constantly boiling hot water, and there were not enough containers for washing hands and bathing. Naturally, there would be no risk of low-temperature burns.

For another example, in the past, the orcs drank water only to quench their thirst, not for enjoyment. They would never drink a lot of ice water in winter, so they avoided the possibility of stomach upset due to ice drinks. Chacha was only the first to be exposed.

All of these are different.

Rigg scratched his belly irritably and looked sad.

On the other side, the two fathers were also muttering secretly.

Quinn: "Erbao doesn't seem to be in a very high mood recently."

Laika: "It looks like she has something on her mind."

Quinn: "There is no lack of anything in the tribe recently. What is Erbao worrying about?"

Laika: "Could it be..."

Quinn: "Huh?"

Laika: "...Rest period - oh why did you hit me?"

Quinn: "You were the one who hit, Erbao is only two years old!"

Laika felt wronged: "But when you were two years old, you liked to run after my ass every day."

Quinn made an expression of listening to your nonsense: "Speak clearly, who is running behind whom? Even when your father took you out to learn hunting knowledge, you have to take advantage of the loopholes and run to my house Come up to the site and throw down the prey I was aiming for, obviously you have one yourself, it is simply hateful."

Laika was aggrieved again: "But your prey is the star-gull antelope, which is super delicious, but my father only catches bison for me. I don't like calves at all."

Quinn had a black line: "What does it matter? It is a teaching aid for us to practice hunting, and it is not food specially caught for eating."

Laika took it for granted: "But the star goral is very fragrant and delicious, I want to throw myself down when I see it, the calf smells like grass, vomit..."

Quinn sneered: "Since that's the case, let me ask who was running behind who back then."

Lycra:  …

Laika was irrefutable and tried to change the subject: "Kuin, don't make trouble for no reason. What we are going to discuss now is the matter of the second treasure."

Quinn chuckled: "So you have nothing to say, so you just want to ramble, who is making trouble for no reason?"

Laika was weak: "I-I mean-"

Quinn had an expression of listening to you.

Laika's expression changed, suddenly a little proud: "I'm going to act first. My father said that chasing your wife is like chasing prey. If you like it, you have to pounce on it and bite it. You must not let go. ——Aren’t you happy too?”

Quinn couldn't understand his snarky behavior, so he knocked on his head hard.

Laika: "Oh——"

Just as the couple strengthened their relationship (?), the things that Rigg had been worrying about also became clear.

"I'm going to open a class to teach you a little knowledge."

When Laika finally remembered to ask him himself, Rigg told him so.

"Knowledge, why did Erbao suddenly have this idea?" Laika was curious.

Rigg then told him what was on his mind.

"So Erbao is worried about this."

As for why his son was frowning these days, Laika finally knew the answer, but once he knew the reason, he couldn't laugh or cry.

Rieger: He is obviously very troubled, Dad, what kind of hurtful expression is this on your face.

Laika looked at her cub's cute little face, but now she was genuinely wrinkled into a little bun because she was worried about everyone in the tribe, her heart almost melted.

So Rigg was lifted high and straddled on the neck.

Rieger said, well, although the troubles in my heart have not been resolved at all, the feeling of sitting on my father's neck from time to time and looking into the distance is actually not bad.

Perhaps it was because of the high sitting position that Rigg no longer had a jungle of arms and legs in front of him, but could take advantage of his visual field to see all the activities of everyone.

He saw Sisi sitting on the loom, trying to replace hemp rope with woolen thread, trying to see if he could weave woolen cloth. Stand aside and give her technical guidance.

He saw Nora, on the basis of the flat stitch he had taught, explaining to other females how to use the upper and lower hooks through wooden needles to knit patterns on the most ordinary sweaters, which caused a group of females to exclaim.

A little further away, covered with a blanket, they are discussing something with a group of young warriors. If you listen carefully, you can vaguely distinguish that they are talking about the distribution of prey on the grassland after the surrounding environment has changed, and they are also talking about tribes. After raising domestic animals, the proportion of hunting decreased, so how to adjust the daily schedule of the soldiers.

The wooden door opened with a creak, and Rigg's gaze turned to the door.

Zhacha came in rubbing his paws, Krue asked him what he was doing, and Zhacha replied that he went to check the growth of the mushrooms and found that the mushrooms should be topdressed, and then the two discussed in a decent way about the issue of topdressing the mushrooms stand up.

After a while, Eddie, who was listening with gusto, suddenly slapped his head: "It's my turn to look at the firewood room in the afternoon, but I actually forgot about this, you guys continue talking, I'm going to change shifts first." After speaking, he stood up in a hurry gone.

After Eddie left for a few minutes, several youths from the Dog Clan came in whispering to each other, talking about how to clear the snow on the roof and the main road better and faster.

This is the most ordinary day in the winter life of the orcs. Everyone eats and works, and performs their duties.

Nothing was the same, but Rigg saw something different in it.

How stupid of me, Rieger thought, patting his head, for worrying too much.

The orcs are a race that is good at learning, and their tribe is different from other tribes. The various races merge, learn from each other's strengths, and help each other.

Even if you make mistakes at the beginning, these innocuous small mistakes will not cause any serious harm to the powerful orcs. The strong physique of the orcs ensures that they can reduce the cost of trial and error infinitely. In the summary of mistakes and corrections, the tribe is getting better and better, and the race is getting smarter.

This is the biggest difference between beasts and orcs. An orc with a human form is like a sponge, learning all the time.

It turned out that my father lifted me to such a high place, because he wanted me to climb high and look far, to broaden my horizons, so that I wouldn't lose sight of Mount Tai.

Jiang is really old and spicy. Dad didn't explain such a profound truth through straightforward words, but asked him to see it in person and understand it?

Dad is indeed the best dad in the world ah, don't worry, Dad, I won't struggle with myself anymore, I will definitely not let down your good intentions!

Rigg clenched his fists energetically.

But is the truth really as he sees it?

Laika: The cub has not been able to eat well these days and can’t sleep well, even his little round face has lost weight (to my father’s eyes, it’s not thin at all), how can I make the cub happy.

Laika thought about it, and suddenly there was a ding on the forehead: yes, our cub likes to sit on daddy's neck to look tall, and the time is too busy recently, Erbao hasn't ridden on daddy's neck for a long time, if you can Being hugged on the neck and riding, Er Bao will definitely be giggling and happy like he was when he was a child.

So, as above.

So there will always be a generation gap between parents and children.

But as long as the ultimate goal is achieved, the generation gap or something doesn't matter at all.

This is a happy generation gap.

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-11-2400:37:49~2019-11-2422:37:48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 of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2582811620 bottles; 10 bottles of Mumao; 2 bottles of Qingli;

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