Survival of Prehistoric Widows [Farming]

On the way back, Xiao Mi seemed to notice Lu Er's low mood, and took the initiative to stand up in Lu Er's arms, rubbing her small cat's nose against Lu Er's chin.

Xiao Maoqiu took the initiative to get affectionate, making Lu Er surprised and happy, and all negative emotions were forgotten.

Lu Wen was healed by the thoughtful kitten's soft little nose, lowered his head and "tweeted" Xiao Mi, "Xiao Mi, Dad loves you so much!"

This time, Lu Er directly kissed Mi's soft cat mouth. He didn't think anything was wrong, but Mi's cat stiffened.

-Damn, damn, this Asian beast actually...?

Xiao Mi felt the touch of the soft and moist pink lips sliding over her cat’s nose and cat’s mouth, her blue pupils were round, her mouth slightly opened, revealing her white cat’s teeth, and her tail was tight. It collapsed, and the whole cat looked silly.

When he went back to the tent, Lu Er made Mi's favorite slate fried meat, but he couldn't make the little cat who had lost his soul regained his senses.

Lu Wei used simple chopsticks to pick up a piece of meat that was still fraught with oil and shook it in front of Mi's eyes: "Mi, can you still eat meat?"

The strong smell of meat filled her heart and spleen, Xiao Mi opened her mouth subconsciously in a daze, took the piece of meat that Lu Wei had picked up in her mouth, and slowly chewed on her stomach.

After eating the meat slices, Xiao Mi recovered, and found to her annoyance that she was already full before she knew it.

It doesn't even taste it!

Xiao Mi raised her head and looked at the Asian beast who was sorting out the food scraps and primitive cooking utensils, and her desire to change back to the original became stronger in her heart.

—If it's in the state of an orc, then this sub-beast wouldn't be stupid when he kissed him just now, and he would definitely be able to respond well!

…

After lunch, Lu Yan visited Yong again.

He wants a stone mill.

These days, he is persistently searching for grass-seed plants in the wild, and after breeding and improving them with spiritual water, to see if they can be used as staple food; most of the varieties have problems such as too scattered seeds and bitter grass seeds. These two days finally let him Found a barely edible plant.

After being scorched directly on the fire, Lu Yan tasted it, there was a little bit of burnt aroma. But in this cooking method, most of the starch is directly burned out, leaving no nutrients.

If you want to treat it as food decently, you have to grind it into powder with a grinding disc and sift to remove the chaff.

Naturally, the Redwood Tribe didn't have such a thing as stone grinding, and Lu Yan wanted to ask Yong to help make one.

Considering that he wouldn't have a lot of seeds to grind in a short time, Lu Yan only asked Yong to help make a smaller stone grind.

With the grace to heal the broken arm, Yong agreed without hesitation.

Although he can't dig a stone pot by himself like a horn, he can barely do it by smoothing the stone and adding grooves.

The structure of the stone mill is not complicated, just dug a similar groove between two stones of appropriate size, and then reserve a gap for dumping grass seeds.

After two days, Yong brought the grinding discs that Lu Ling had requested. Lu Ling took out the prepared wooden sticks and straw ropes, put them together into a simple stone mill, and placed them behind Lu Ling's tent.

That is, the straw ropes and wooden sticks are more severely worn, and it is estimated that they will need to be replaced frequently.

Baixu also helped send some straw ropes over. He had no curiosity about the millpan. Instead, he noticed the animal leather shoes wrapped around Lu Yan's feet: "Green Ear, are your feet hurt?"

"No, these are shoes."

"Shoes?"

"Well, it can protect your feet from being scratched by stones or other things." Lu Yan lifted his feet and moved them, indicating that he was stepping on the ground firmly.

Bai Xi was very interested, and asked the same question as the orc who helped Lu Er make shoes: "Would it not be inconvenient to walk with this bag?"

"It won't work if it fits the feet." Lu Ling's animal leather shoes were measured according to the size of his feet. Not only did he leave out animal belts, he also used straw ropes to tie loose ankles and other parts.

The Asian beasts in the tribe have always walked barefoot, because everyone can't walk far, and the terrain near the tribe is very familiar.

The most important thing is that everyone is used to this approach.

Therefore, Lu Er suddenly put on the "shoes", which immediately attracted Baibeard's attention.

The orcs want to go out hunting, it is more convenient to move barefoot, and their thick skin is not afraid of feet, so the orcs who helped Lu Er make shoes didn't even think about it.

Unlike the orcs, the Asian beasts seldom leave the tribe’s safety circle, their physical strength and speed are average, and they have a high tolerance for shoes affecting their activities.

Bai Xu asked Lu Er how to do animal leather shoes, went back and asked Yong to make a pair of them, and put them on the next day.

Baixu is very popular in the tribe. Soon the Asian beasts noticed the animal leather shoes wrapped under his feet, and they came to inquire. After learning that it was Lu Yan, they were all amazed: they are indeed witch doctors!

Putting on animal leather shoes, the soles of the feet are soft, comfortable to walk, and warm. Several Asian beasts were envious, and when they looked back, they also made a pair of the orcs at home.

Just a few days after Lu Ling put it on, the Asian beasts in the tribe suddenly became popular in wearing animal leather shoes. Some ingenious Asian beasts even modified the animal leather shoes to be more comfortable and lighter than Lu Er’s first machine, and they are also easy to put on and take off. more convenient.

This made Lu Wei sigh that he really couldn't underestimate anyone's wisdom, even in primitive times, as long as they open a door, they can always draw inferences from one another and improve something better.

…

There is a stone grinding, and Lu Jin is grinding the surface.

He patiently grinds the grass seeds he harvested these days for three times, and then barely grinds them; without a sieve, he can only use the filter method, using three gourd scoops to carefully scatter the roughness mixed with grass chaff against the wind. For flour, let the wind blow particles of different weights, and repeat four or five times to barely get a small handful of the most primitive flour.

…At this point, even a bun can’t be steamed.

Lu Er was rather helpless, still mixed with water and kneaded it into a small dough, patted it into a dough, and baked it on a stone slab.

—The world's first dough cake.

Lu Lin smelled the faint aroma of cooked noodles, and thought about it: He found this kind of plant, and it took three stubbles to harvest a small scoop of seeds; in the process of grinding and filtering noodles, it was because of the roughness of the tools. The unfamiliarity of the technique has lost a lot...

Counting it down, for the labor that he paid for this piece of bread, he could eat for several days by planting white root vegetables.

Lu Er sighed amusedly.

Although we know that breeding is the most difficult at the beginning, the starting point for domestication of wild plants is too low, and there are too few tools at hand. Even if there is spiritual water, it is not so easy.

Lu Er divided this hard-won cake in half and gave it to Mi, and chewed it slowly by himself, thinking that he missed the taste.

As the original variety, there is not much noodle flavor in this noodle cake, and because the sieving method is too primitive, there are a lot of fangs.

That's the case, Lu Lin, who hasn't tasted the taste of pasta in so long, still feels very satisfied.

Xiao Mi was different. After taking a sip, feeling dry and hard in her mouth, she turned her head away disgustingly, and the eyes that looked at Lu Er also showed sympathy.

—It’s all to blame for the way it is now, so that its sub-beast has to eat such unpalatable things. It seems that it must be changed back as soon as possible.

…

At night, Lu Er finished his work for the day, made plans for the next day, and lay down and fell asleep. The kitten who was lying next to Lu Er slowly opened his eyes. There was nothing in the emerald cat’s eyes. A trace of sleepiness.

It stood up cautiously, approached Lu Ling's head silently, sniffed lightly, and confirmed that the sub beast had fallen into a deep sleep, then leaped lightly, jumped to Lu Ling's right hand, and spotted the package. In the ring of the leaves, the claws protruded, and the sharp nails shone coldly in the night.

Reaching halfway, Xiao Mi felt something was wrong again. She looked at the dark night and remembered that the Asian beast said that "the ring will only gush out from the sun when the ring is in contact with the sun." A trace of contemplation flashed on the cat's face and looked back. Lu Li.

—It had drunk the spiritual water given to it by Lu Ling once before, and was surprised to find that the energy contained in the spiritual water was very helpful to its injury, so he wanted to ask for more spiritual water from this sub-beast so that he could restore the prototype as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, Lu Er has not yet fully ascertained the effects of spiritual water on living things. Looking at the effects of spiritual water on plants, he was afraid that if Xiao Mi drank too much, it would interfere with normal growth and development. It drinks a lot, and only occasionally gives a little bit. Even after Lu Yan himself has planted the white root vegetables, he basically stops drinking the spiritual water directly, making Xiao Mi want to scratch people with anger.

-This Asian beast is always awake during the day, and it is difficult for him to steal spiritual water to drink, so the only way at the moment is...

Xiao Mi got out of the corner of the tent, looked up in the direction of the leader's house, a trace of contemplation flashed in her eyes, and ran forward quickly.

Lu Er prepares a little spiritual water every day, after diluting it, adding white root vegetable juice to make a "potion" and send it to Hongyun. While trying his best to maintain Teng's physical condition, he uses as little spiritual water as possible, lest they don’t know what’s in the spiritual water. Side effects.

But even so, the spirit water in the potion sent to Teng every day is much more than that Xiao Mi can get by acting like a baby herself.

As long as it steals a little bit every night to ensure that Hongyun cannot see it, it will recover its prototype much faster than previously estimated...

Imagining the surprised and loving look in the "green ears" after she recovered, Xiao Mi couldn't help but speed up a lot.

—At that time, this Asian beast will be happy too, right?