Survival of Prehistoric Widows [Farming] - Chapter 117

“Now the main Nata has been wiped out, and only a few individual Natas remain?”

Teng sat on a delicate wooden chair, Hongyun came over with hot tea, and one person handed a cup.

Lu Wen thanked him, took a bite, put it down, and pulled Mi who was trying to climb on the table into his arms, warning: “It’s too hot for you to drink.”

By the way, he raised his head to answer Teng’s question, “That’s it.”

Mi: “…”

It is really not afraid of being hot.

“Now that God’s Punishment Wasteland has begun to return to normal on its own?”

Lu Er thought for a while and shook his head slightly: “This is still uncertain, we’d better continue to punish the wasteland with planting assimilation.”

To be cautious, we can’t stop now.

Although he no longer has the spiritual water ring, the seeds that were bred from the seeds left before still contain the energy of the spiritual water.

What’s more, there appeared in the wasteland of God’s Punishment that a big river that seemed to be completely converged by spiritual water…

He nodded: “It seems we have to continue.”

The business is almost the same. Teng was more happy than anything to see that Lu Er was able to come back safely, and he focused on the little kitten that Lu Er was constantly teasing. He was a little puzzled, “How come you can find a cat that looks the same every time? The eye color is different, I thought it was your last kitten that didn’t grow up.”

He sniffed, “The smell is almost the same, is it the last one?”

Lu Ling looked down at Xiao Mi whose eyes suddenly widened, held back a smile, and scratched Xiao Mi’s chin: “Yes.”

Teng knew that Lu Er had already raised several kittens, so he didn’t say much, but instead sighed: “If Mang He Jiao is still there, our family will be complete.”

He gave Lu Er a slightly worried look.

Only Lu Er was magically sent to Zitong and the others by the river, but the horn was nowhere to be seen.

It’s hard for people not to wonder if something happened to the horn while fighting the alien race?

But Lu Er had a firm face, without a trace of suspicion or sadness, so they unconsciously chose to believe that their strongest fighter had not sacrificed but just disappeared.

Thinking of this, Teng sighed helplessly.

Jiao and Lu Er are really troubled. Since they became partners, they have faced several disappearances and separations… Maybe it is because they are used to accidents that Lu Er can be so calm now.

Not wanting to evoke Lu Er’s sadness, Teng changed the subject: “What are you planning now, do you want to go to the altar tribe?”

“It’s been a long time since I came back. I stayed at home for a while, and then I went to the Zima tribe.” Lu Er had already made a plan and said with a smile, “Is my room still there?”

A warm smile appeared on Teng’s face: “Of course it’s still there, I keep it for you.”

To this day, the Redwood Tribe is no longer the small tribe that had insufficient manpower and the orcs had to be omnipotent to meet their needs.

On the way back, Lu Lin could tell that the Redwood Tribe is now almost similar to a small town.

The area of ​​arable land has expanded a lot. There are obvious gaps between different crops. There are also temporary wooden houses in the fields, which is convenient for the beasts to rest nearby when the farming is busy.

It is late autumn now, and there are large tracts of golden rice ears in the fields, and the orcs are cutting rice in the fields with bronze sickles.

Bronze ware is now popularized in the homes of most orcs, and everyone who works has a sickle in his hand.

The cut rice fell on the ground together with the straw. Someone behind the cut rice was bundled into bunches so that it could be piled on a pallet and towed away.

These latter paddies must be further processed on the threshing ground to obtain full-grained rice.

The blue sky is like washing, the white clouds are like practice, and you can smell the scent of rice when you walk on the road.

In a daze, the scenes he had imagined when confronting the spirits of Lu Yan and Nata had a subtle overlap.

Seeing that his homeland where he had devoted countless efforts is now flourishing, there is nothing that can make Lu Er more happy.

Because of the rapid expansion of the tribe, the wall that was originally to protect the tribe from being invaded by outsiders was demolished and rebuilt in a further place.

Now the buildings in the Hongmu tribe are more than just housing, and various shops have appeared.

Listening to the orcs of the Redwood Tribe along the way, Lu Wei learned that the Redwood Tribe is now the largest trading center around, and all the tribes must go to the Redwood Tribe to trade items.

The cotton cloth, candy, and pottery sold by the Redwood Tribe are all hard currencies that are very welcome outside; there are orcs who come to the Redwood Tribe to trade in almost every season.

Some are in the name of an individual, while others are in the name of an entire tribe.

Therefore, there are even businesses such as restaurants in the Hongmu tribe.

With a wide variety of ingredients and condiments supplied by the Redwood Tribe, many orcs and Asian beasts have good craftsmanship.

Especially domesticated pigs, sheep, chickens, and later ducks raised in accordance with the recommendations provided by Lu Er. These are difficult to make products that can be taken to other tribes for thousands of miles in ordinary seasons. You can only eat them in the Hongmu tribe. Come in.

Many large tribes around naturally noticed the mahogany tribe, whose trees are so energetic, and some have moved their minds. They want to directly capture the mahogany tribe with their powerful force and bring them into their own scope.

However, although there are few orcs in the Mahogany Tribe, they are all good soldiers. With the aid of bronze weapons, slings, and walls, the enemies who have invaded several times have been beaten.

Then, the altar tribe sent orcs to be stationed in the redwood tribe. This time, other tribes dare not slap the Redwood tribe anymore-the power of the altar tribe is so powerful that no one dares to **** the title of the “first tribe on the mainland” for so many years, and everyone can see it. One or two.

They want to use other methods to divorce the relationship between the altar tribe and the redwood tribe. The redwood tribe has only recently developed. They dare to unify the standards for trading, and what can they provide to the altar tribe? Their strength is much greater than the Redwood Tribe!

It’s just that these overt or dark temptations to the altar tribe were directly beaten back by the people of the altar tribe.

Not to mention the relationship between Jiao and Lu Er, and Lu Er’s ability to assimilate the wasteland, the delicious food and the different industrious atmosphere of the Redwood tribe are enough to make the warriors of the Shentan tribe determined to protect Redwood tribe.

The Redwood Tribe continued to develop steadily and comfortably.

Later on, the strength of the Redwood Tribe grew rapidly, and his fighters gradually improved under the exercise of the system.

The several tribes that made things difficult for the Redwood tribe in the end failed to resist the temptation of agriculture, and they gave in one after another, and the leaders came to make peace with Teng.

Lu Er had eaten the food made by Hongyun and was surprised to find that it was no less inferior to the modern food.

Perhaps it is not as finely as the cooking skills accumulated in modern society over thousands of years, but it is unique in its intentions and flavors.

After Lu Wei had a full meal, he touched Xiao Mi, who was eating without raising his head, while feeling in his heart: The creativity and thinking ability of the orcs is by no means inferior to humans.

In the past, the heavy pressure of survival forced them to have no energy or ability to study these tricks. Now that there are plenty of resources, all kinds of new things have emerged all at once.

Just now on the road, Lu Er even saw the Sugar Man!

He originally wanted to buy a candy man for Xiao Mi to eat, but when he touched his pocket, he realized that he was penniless-he didn’t need money to punish the wasteland, and the weight of copper coins was not light. Of course he didn’t bring any of them.

Carrying Mi back to their long-lost home, the house is spotless and should be cleaned frequently; a lot of new quilts and pads have been added to the bed, folded squarely, and the stitching is fine, obviously the original owner’s craftsmanship.

Lu Lin slid his fingertips across the soft quilt, guessing that Baibeard made him 80%.

Hug Xiao Mi to bed, Lu Wei sighed: “I wanted to buy you a candy man to eat, but we are poor now.”

Xiao Mi licked her paws noblely and coldly, and gave a disdainful “Mi Mu”.

——It’s not those cubs, how could it want to eat this kind of food!

Lu Er turned around and took out a few round objects from his pocket, and shook them in front of Mi’s eyes, with a smile in his voice: “Fortunately, these are not broken yet.”

This is the sugar cube that Jiao made with his own blood and the fructose in the fruit before leaving the altar tribe.

The original intention was to deal with the situation that Lu Yan was injured during the adventure and the horns had no time to replenish his life force. As a result, only one of Natta’s individual was used afterwards.

Later, Lu Lin was rushed all the way to Zitong and the others by the spirit water flowing from the mountain. He thought that the sugar had melted, but when he searched the backpack, he found that everything inside was intact, and the candy had not melted at all.

Thinking that there is still some vitality in these candy cubes, Lu Wei planned to take it out for Xiao Mi to eat, to see if he could help Xiao Mi recover as soon as possible.

“This should be the last time you have become a kitten, right?” Lu Yan touched Mi’s soft little head and stuffed it with a candy in his mouth, a little bit reluctant. “It should be the last gift from the Heart of Life. “

Xiao Mi glanced at Lu Nei with the candy in her hand, rubbing her ear against Lu Nei’s palm.

Lu Yan went up and kissed Mi’s head gently, with a smile in his voice: “It would be nice if I could keep this posture all the time.”

The kitty is good and soft, and can be manipulated casually. It is not as tall as an orc, with a fiery body, and strong aggressive eyes…

“Miwoo!”

After spending a few days happily playing with Xiao Mi without any distractions, when Lu Er had such a rare moment of relaxation, he took the opportunity to go to the Zima tribe.

The control system should have driven the warship to the Zima tribe and concealed it, and Lu Ren planned to confirm it.

Zitong enthusiastically guided Lu Ling, and Ao humming followed him.

Lu Ling followed the two of them to the Zima tribe and asked if something strange had flown over recently, but the answer was that there was nothing.