Survival of Prehistoric Widows [Farming] - Chapter 92

When Falcon returned to the Hongmu tribe with rice seeds and planting methods, he found that the scale of the Hongmu tribe had expanded a lot.

Flying into the air, the air patrol of the Redwood tribe approached and issued a warning sound, asking him to fall.

The Hayabusa fell on the ground and turned into a human form. Several members of the patrol approached, and one of them recognized: “Falcon? Why are you back?”

Hayabusa shook the animal skin bag in his hand: “Green Ear asked me to come back and give me something.”

When it was not Lu Er’s accident, several members of the patrol team were relieved and pointed in the direction of the tribe: “Then you go, we will continue to patrol.”

Before Jiao left, the rules of patrol were set and he could not leave his post without authorization.

Falcon returned to the tribe, found Teng, and introduced the rice planting.

“This is the new grain?” Teng looked at the rice seeds and nodded, “Find someone to learn to grow with you in two days.”

The Hongmu tribe now has many types of food, but Teng actually has no great expectations for new types of food. But since it was sent back by Lu Ye from a thousand miles away, it must have its value.

“There are a few more things, Green Ear, let me explain to you.” Falcon listed the other things Lu Yan had explained to Teng List.

Hearing Natta’s escape, Teng looked serious and nodded: “I know, we will definitely increase our defense in the future.”

Teng Kan Falcon has nothing to explain, his gaze is focused on Falcon’s shoulder, “What’s that on your shoulder?”

There are two pure white pigeons on each shoulder of Hayal, combing the feathers on his wings proudly, not interested in Hayal’s conversation with Teng.

Hayabusa smiled bitterly: “Green-eared said that this is used to train as a pigeon, and will send credit to us and the Shentan tribe in the future.”

Teng has been surprised by Lu Er’s various novel ideas, and nodded: “You have a good rest, tomorrow I will arrange for someone to learn how to grow rice with you.”

When Hayabusa came out of the room, he ran into the purple pupil head-on.

Zitong ran out of breath, and when he reached Hayabusa, he slammed the brakes and took a few breaths while holding on to the wall next to him before saying: “Falcon, you wait!”

“what’s happenin?”

“Well, it’s okay, I want to ask…How is Green Ear’s life in the altar tribe?”

Since a long time ago, Zitong has always stood firmly beside Lu Er and paid special attention to Lu Er’s affairs.

Most of the orcs of the Redwood tribe are accustomed to it, and the Falcon is no exception, thinking about it a little bit: “It feels very good. The past period of time has been busy teaching the orcs of the altar tribe to farm.”

Zitong hesitated for a moment, and then asked, “The altar tribe is not friendly to the green ear friends?”

He was most worried about this after he learned that Lu Ling had followed Jiao to the altar tribe. Jiao really dotes on Lu Er, but where is the altar tribe? Is the number one tribe on the mainland! Will they look down on Lu Er? Would you laugh at him?

Hayabusa seriously thought about it: “It doesn’t seem to be there.”

Before seeing Lu Er, the orcs of the altar tribe were first announced by the priests and leaders that Lu Er was the key to solving the divine punishment, so Lu Er was lifted to a high position from the beginning;

After the rice was planted, the fragrant rice immediately cheered the orcs who had eaten it, and showed great respect for Luer who could transform the wild rice into a productive rice planter.

It seems that there is no worry about Zitong.

Zitong breathed a sigh of relief and asked, “Is it hot over there? Does anyone make clothes for Green Ear…”

Suddenly, a voice with a deep grievance came from the side, interrupting Zitong’s questioning: “Zitong, you have never cared about me so much.”

Ao’s expression was not very good, he frowned and gave Falcon a vicious look before looking at Zitong reluctantly: “Doesn’t that green ear have a partner? Why do you care about him so much?”

Zitong’s eyes stared: “Green Ear is the great benefactor of our Redwood tribe, I care about what is wrong with him!”

Ao closed his mouth aggrievedly.

Falcon glanced at Ao warily, and noticed Ao’s purple pupils: “Purple pupil, who is this?”

“He is a member of the Zima tribe, and is stationed here as the messenger of the Zima tribe.” Zitong briefly introduced Ao’s identity, and was a little frustrated at the end, “I also want to knit a linen dress for Luear by myself.”

After being frightened by the wealth of the Redwood Tribe, the Orcs of the Zima Tribe reached a cooperation agreement after careful discussions with the Redwood Tribe.

The mahogany tribe teaches the purple hemp tribe to plant and provide food, and the purple hemp tribe sells linen cloth to the mahogany tribe at low prices.

Before coming to the Redwood Tribe, the Zima Tribe had always held great arrogance towards other orc tribes. These arrogance comes from the natural strength of their tribe on the one hand, but also from the unique purple linen and linen of their tribe.

They regard purple hemp as a gift from God, disdain to give alms to other orcs, and believe that only they are the chosen children.

——All of this fell under the plump granary and tall walls of the Redwood Tribe.

Compared with their tribe’s tents and barbecues, the Redwood tribe is more like a place blessed by gods!

Especially when they learned that the Hongmu tribe could cultivate all kinds of plants, they immediately moved their hearts.

Purple hemp is also a plant. Can purple hemp be grown in large quantities by the method of the mahogany tribe?

Originally, it might not be easy for them to reach an agreement with the Redwood Tribe, but there happened to be a purple pupil.

The Zi Ma tribe protects shortcomings extremely, and is extremely generous to their own tribe. Believing that Zitong is their tribe, they are willing to cooperate with the Redwood tribe through the bridge of Zitong.

The Redwood Tribe is keen to promote planting, so naturally it will not refuse.

Therefore, Zitong and Ao, as messengers, took the seeds of purple hemp and studied how to artificially grow purple hemp in the Hongmu tribe.

This is the first time that the Hongmu tribe has left Lu Lin and tried to cultivate plants by itself. While feeling uneasy, it also felt full of energy.

Lu Er has taught them so much knowledge that he can’t just rot it in his stomach!

After listening to Zitong explain the ins and outs, Falcon suddenly realized, and said: “It just so happened that before I came back, Lu Er was also studying a plant that can be made into cloth. What is it called cotton?”

Zitong’s eyes lit up: “What is cotton like, is it better than purple hemp?”

Ao was not convinced, and muttered: “Our purple hemp is the best!”

Hayabusa was not quite clear either, so he could only describe it roughly.

Zitong listened to the look of the cotton wool, imagined it based on the knowledge of animal hair weaving and purple hemp weaving accumulated before, and frowned slightly: “It sounds like cotton is difficult to handle.”

He walked around, and suddenly his eyes lit up: “How about I go to the altar tribe to help Green Ears?”

“No way!”

Ao was anxious and loudly objected, “The outside world is too dangerous!”

Hayabusa also persuaded: “Green Ears have horns and war protections along the way, and they have encountered several dangers. Don’t mess around.”

Zitong’s blood surged just now, and was stopped by the two orcs in front of him, and suddenly fell down, but after thinking about it, it made sense, he still squatted and said nothing.

Ao originally stood firmly against Zitong’s adventures, but when he saw Zitong’s look of disappointment, his heart was a little shaken.

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The process of spinning cotton is more difficult than Lu Er imagined. The cotton wool needs to be carded into completely knotless flock, then loosened and carded into yarn, drawn into yarn, and finally woven into cotton cloth.

Without a loom or cotton yarn experience, Lu Er could only fumble a little bit.

Even if Lu Ling and Jiao have experience in knitting wool, they are stuck in the stage of weaving from yarn into cloth.

Once again failed to weave, Lu Lin put down those cotton yarns and went out to relax with Xiao Bailu in his arms.

The tents of the Shentan tribe are different from the small tents of the Hongmu tribe that are easy to disassemble. They occupy a large area and have a very high ceiling. This kind of tent cannot be successfully built with the support of wood alone. Most of the altar tribes choose to build a tent between two tall trees and use the tree as the support of the tent.

The disadvantage of this tent is also obvious: it is completely nailed to the ground and cannot be disassembled and transported.

However, the altar tribe has not been relocated so far.

After the brick house was built, many orcs visited the brick house one after another, marveling at the size, spaciousness, and brightness of the brick house.

Therefore, the leader specially planned the map of the tribe, and slowly replaced all the tribe’s tents with brick houses.

Jiao’s father, Changhe, likes a few cubs very much, and often comes to Lu Er to look after the three cubs. When Lu Er went out to relax this time, he only brought Xiao Bailu, and the other two little guys gave it to Changhe.

The freshness of coming to the altar tribe has almost faded, and Lu Lin is now accustomed to the different styles of the altar tribe and the redwood tribe.

Because his body is shrouded in many mysterious auras, the orcs of the tribe closest to the gods naturally have a trace of awe for Lu. Except for some of the partners in the original horn wars, few orcs and Asian beasts took the initiative to get close. Lu Li.

Lu Er, who is accustomed to the distance between people in modern society, certainly did not feel uncomfortable, and would not take the initiative to get close to other people.

Therefore, when the horn is not in a good mood, he can only use the furry little white deer in his arms to express his pressure.

I don’t know if the orc cubs are different from the animal cubs. The little white deer does not have the smell of wild animals, but a little bit of hairy smell, especially after taking a bath and sunbathing, Lu Xie hugs You won’t get tired of sucking Xiaobailu for a day.

After taking a walk in the tribe, Lu Wei turned around unconsciously, and even reached the place where the horns were training the orcs.

“Well, that’s it for today!”

The upper body of the horns is naked, sweat is left on the skin, glides over the strong abdominal muscles, and falls into the animal skin skirt around the waist. The silver-white hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his cheeks, but his eyes were very bright, as dazzling as a piece of jade.

The silver-haired orc waved his hand, turned his head to see Lu Er, was taken aback for a moment, and then happily walked over: “Lu Er, are you looking for me?”

The orcs in the back saw that Horn’s cold face just now became elated when they saw Lu Er, and they laughed tacitly at each other.

Because I just finished the exercise, I also did some wall-building work in front of me. The horns’ arms and upper body were stained with some dirt, and there was also a gray mark on his face.

But Lu Er actually felt that the horns at this time were **** sexy, and his whole body exuded a strong wild charm.

He shook his head, expelled the untimely thoughts from his head, and coughed dryly. There were some bodies that didn’t dare to look at the corner: “I’m coming out to relax.”

“Cotton spinning has no results?”

“Ok.”

Jiao knew that Lu Yan had been worrying about this for a while, frowned and thought about it for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up: “Wait, I’ll take you to a place.”