The golden retriever came out of nowhere and ran to Yao Xiaoqing. When he saw Da Wu on the ground, he scratched his head and scratched his head and screamed "Zhi Zhi".
Seeing Golden Retriever, Yao Xiaoqing felt a lot more at ease, "Golden Retriever, sister is fine."
Jin Mao stepped forward and grabbed the head of Da Wu's chicken nest, and helped Yao Xiaoqing drag Da Wu's body forward.
It was jumping around and it was just not helping. Yao Xiaoqing didn't scold it, dragging Dawu's body with all his strength, climbed to the top of the cliff and pushed him down.
He collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.
After taking a breath, Yao Xiaoqing looked at the yellow soil on the ground, and touched it happily, "Ha, it's clay. When Mu Feng and the others are cured, they can make clay pots and wash their faces and feet. Alas!
How can I make several wooden basins?"
"Oops." Suddenly remembering that he was only focused on fighting and not paying attention to where Da Wu came out from, Yao Xiaoqing became worried about the safety of Yao Hu and Mu Feng.
He hurriedly called Jin Mao, carried the engineering shovel and ran quickly down the mountain. He ran to the creek, picked up the toe on his back, dragged the vine branches, gritted his teeth and rushed towards the cave.
Rushing back to the entrance of the cave, she saw that the vines at the entrance were still the same as when she left.
He breathed a sigh of relief, pushed aside the vines with his feet on his back and walked in.
"Xiaoqing is back!" Yaohu saw Yao Xiaoqing coming in and sat up on the ground, looking much better.
Yao Xiaoqing took out the gray bag and prunella vulgaris and set them aside to dry. He picked up a piece of shank sweet potato and brought it to Yao Hu and his son. "Father, I dug this thing. Does it look like a shank to you?"
Yao Hu looked at her lovingly and saw the cut on her cheek at a glance, "Xiao Qing, you are injured, who did it?"
Mufeng also saw her wounds and asked with a worried look: "Are the people in the tribe coming to trouble you?"
Yao Xiaoqing nodded, "It's Dawu, I pushed him off the cliff."
Mu Feng excitedly punched the ground, but unexpectedly hit a stone with his fist, grinning from the pain and still grinning.
"Well done! I've wanted to deal with this jackal Dawu for a long time."
Yaohu clenched his fists, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said softly: "Xiaoqing, you must be careful when you go out these days. My father and brother are not here, and you are no match for Huoli and Black Badger."
"I understand. It's getting dark. I'll go chop the firewood first."
Yao Xiaoqing treated the wound, turned around and walked out with the engineering shovel.
During today's battle with Dawu, Yao Xiaoqing discovered that these ancient people often had to face looters because they had been fighting wild beasts in the wild for a long time.
Every time I fight with my life, it is an excellent skill developed with life and strength. The strength and speed are more lethal than in the previous life.
Dawu had never seen the power of modern cold weapons, so he was hit by himself because of his carelessness.
I have to train my body well to protect myself in this jungle.
Yaohu looked at her back and thought: We can't lie down any longer. Even Dawu has bullied Xiaoqing. If Mufeng and I are no longer here, Xiaoqing will become a savage.
Yaohu pushed himself up and stumbled before regaining his balance.
Mu Feng quickly climbed up and supported him, "Father, you lie down while I get up."
The father and son were still very weak due to grief and excessive bleeding, and sweat broke out on their faces whenever they moved.
Yaohu looked at him lovingly, "Mufeng, you are Yaohu's son, you have to protect your sister."
"Yes, Father." Mu Feng picked up a wooden stick and got out.
Jin Mao, who was sitting at the entrance of the cave, glanced at Mu Feng and turned away to ignore him.
Yao Xiaoqing looked at him, "Mufeng, you have injuries on your body, how did it come out? What if it's torn?"
Mufeng grinned and said, "I am a warrior and I don't like lying down."
Yao Xiaoqing glanced at the big boy and said with a smile: "Yes, you are a big warrior."
Mufeng stood at the entrance of the cave and watched her waving the shiny black object, quickly cutting off the branches of the dead tree, stepping on the trunk a few times, and the trunk broke.
Xiaoqing's stone ax is really sharp, and there are things like thatch thorns on it. What is the god's stone ax made of?
Mu Feng's eyes were shining and his mind was full of questions. He walked up to her with a wooden stick and looked at the engineer shovel curiously, "Xiao Qing, is this also the stone ax given to you by the gods?"
Stone ax, Yao Xiaoqing thought about it, smiled and nodded, "Yes, the stone ax of the gods is much sharper than ours."
"Can I try?"
"That won't work," Yao Xiaoqing hurriedly stopped him, "If you exert force, the wound will burst open. I will definitely give you a try after you recover from the injury."
Mufeng scratched his head and smiled "hehe", "Okay, when brother is ready, I will go and get some meat for you to eat. Xiaoqing, where the gods take you to, those people don't live in caves, where do they live?"
What do they use to cook their porridge?”
Seeing his curious look, Yao Xiaoqing said with a smile: "The place they live in is called a house. The porridge is cooked with rice, which is the seed of rice, just like corn. The sweet one is called milk slices.
Made from milk, they raise their own pigs, chickens, cows and sheep."
Mu Feng looked at her with wide eyes, unable to imagine what the house looked like, but Su Mi knew it.
"There is not enough corn to eat, and the cattle and sheep cannot survive and have to run away."
It seems that they have also tried to raise livestock such as cattle and sheep. Bison and wild sheep are very wild and they probably don't like being kept in captivity.
I don’t know how they are raised, I can only slowly explore them.
The brother and sister talked for a while, and Mu Feng helped Yao Xiaoqing pick up the firewood and pile it together.
Yao Xiaoqing carried the firewood into the cave and saw that the fire was covered with a layer of mud and there was still fire underneath. He knew that it was dried wood, which is how the tribe preserved fire.
Mu Feng's eyebrows were flying, and he described the power of the engineer shovel to Yao Hu with gesticulations, and asked Yao Xiaoqing to describe the house again.
After hearing this, Yao Hu was also very curious and said to Yao Xiaoqing: "Xiaoqing, father, take a look at your stone axe."
"Okay." Yao Xiaoqing put down the firewood, walked up to him with a shovel, and pointed at the engineer's shovel, "Father, look, the thatch-shaped one here is for sawing wood, and the blade here is for chopping.
use."
Yao Hu touched the cold and smooth shovel, his eyes shining, "What is this horn-like thing?"
"This is a pickaxe, used to pry rocks."
Yao Xiaoqing looked at the father and son who caressed the engineer shovel fondly, and saw appreciation and care in their eyes, without the fanatical possessiveness that Dawu showed when he discovered the power of the engineer shovel.
In this world, if you have such a weapon, it will be very effective. A former tribal leader like Yao Hu is very clear. Especially when he was driven out of his position as leader, harboring hatred and living outside.
Under such circumstances, the behavior of Yao Hu and his son at this moment made Yao Xiaoqing accept them from the bottom of her heart, and truly regarded them as her relatives who were reborn in another world.
I said to the original owner in my heart: "Xiaoqing, I will love them as much as you do and treat them well."
Yao Xiaoqing seemed to hear a sigh, and found that at this moment, his body and mind relaxed, and he felt that his soul and body were completely in harmony.
The father and son admired it for a while, and Yaohu handed her the engineering shovel, "Xiaoqing, this is given to you by the gods. You must cherish it."
Yao Xiaoqing said respectfully: "Yes, Father."
Seeing that the sky was gradually darkening, Yao Xiaoqing took a piece of shank sweet potato, broke it into pieces and buried it in the fire. He dug up the soil and grabbed some rice from the oil paper bag and put it in the pot. He stopped Mu Feng from accompanying him and held the morning meal.
Walk to the creek.
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