Jian Luo stood at the side, not knowing for a moment whether to come out or not. While he was still thinking, the person had already come out.
The girl turned her head and looked over, a little surprised to see Jane Luo.
Jian Luo walked over with small steps and smiled at the girl: "Hey, are you delivering something?"
The little girl was rather thin-skinned and looked a little shy, but she nodded in the end, and it was obvious that she was very interested.
Jian Luo raised an eyebrow: "It's well done. It must have taken a lot of effort, right?"
The little girl said shyly, "No, not really. I didn't do well. I just hope Big Brother Lu doesn't mind. I see how hard it must be for him to be out there every day, so I wanted to share some of the pressure."
Jian Luo took the scarf and took a look at it, then sighed, "What a pity."
The little girl was curious: "What's a pity?"
Jian Luo stuffed the scarf back to her and whispered a few words into the little girl's ear. These words caused the little girl's eyes to change from admiration to shock, then to disbelief, and finally to nothing. She glared at Lu Shifeng and ran away.
…
Jian Luo waved his hand: "Slow down."
The little girl ran away without looking back. Under the setting sun, that might be her lost first love.
After the people walked away, Lu Shifeng looked at Jian Luo: "What did you say to her?"
"Hmm?" Jian Luo said, "What can I say? Just tell her the truth."
Lu Shifeng: "What truth?"
"Your size is uncertain."
“…”
There was a moment of silence in the air.
After a while.
Jian Luo's voice begging for mercy was heard in the open space: "I was wrong."
"Are you angry?"
"Hey, I really know I was wrong, baby, come here and act cute."
"What do you want to eat? I'll make you something delicious."
After the humble Jian Luo spoke out, he felt the killing power of Lu Shifeng's cold eyes. The noble and cold Marshal ignored him all day. It was not until after dinner in the evening when his anger had almost subsided that his attitude became better.
Jian Luo went to the inner room and made a cup of hot tea and brought it out. She saw Lu Shifeng sweeping the snow outside. There was a brazier in the house and it was very warm. The kang was also heated. A kind of charcoal was used here, but it did not have the toxic gases like those on Earth. The craftsmanship was also relatively sophisticated. In fact, it could be considered a luxury in the tribe, but Lu Shifeng was afraid that humans and cubs were fragile, so he never lacked these.
Jian Luo went out and stood by the railing: "They want to build a snowman. It may not snow tonight, so don't sweep it all away."
Upon hearing this, Lu Shifeng put down the broom and walked back.
Jian Luo handed him the hot tea in her hand: "This is the ginger tea I left behind, it's for driving away the cold, try it."
Lu Shifeng took a deep breath.
“…”
The weather here is indeed cold, and it is getting colder and colder. It is much more extreme than the weather on Earth. The coldest temperature on Earth is only -70 degrees Celsius, no higher, but here it is slowly reaching -100 degrees Celsius. And judging from the descriptions of the people in the tribe, it seems that the weather will get even colder in a while.
Jian Luo wasn't the type to complain. He said, "I see all the clothes here are made of leather. Sometimes it's too cold, and I have to wear a lot of leather clothes. Isn't that very inconvenient?"
Perhaps Lu Shifeng is the only one who doesn't need it. The dragon's scales can withstand extremely cold weather. The fact that the Marshal even wears a single piece of clothing is a sign of respect for such weather.
But the people in this tribe are different.
Lu Shifeng: "The technology here is a bit backward, it belongs to a remote star system."
Jian Luo nodded: "I've noticed that there seem to be fewer people going out hunting together recently."
"Many people were injured and had accidents along the way." Lu Shifeng looked at the village covered in snow: "Winter will only get colder."
Jian Luo seemed to be lost in thought.
…
The other side.
The people of the Wenya tribe have all returned from hunting.
There are many small animals in the forest of their tribe, and most of them do not need to hibernate, so it is relatively easy for them to hunt. As a result, their casualties every year are relatively small, which is why they are stronger than the other tribe.
The chief came back and said, "This year, the casualties among the Kars tribe have decreased a lot."
Wen Ya was surprised: "Why?"
"That dragon is too ferocious," the leader sighed. "Even those large beasts are no match for the dragon. Although he hunts almost exclusively for his own food every day, others can still get a share if they follow him."
Wen Ya also felt a little heavier.
The reason why their tribe lives a comfortable life is partly due to the exploitation of resources from the Kars tribe, and the Kars tribe has not dared to resist because of their lack of manpower. If they can survive this cold winter without too many casualties, it will be difficult for their tribe to continue to maintain such an advantage.
Wen Ya curled her lips. "Didn't they say they were only going to stay for a while? Why haven't they left in such a long time? I suspect they've discussed this with Carls in advance. They're staying here just to spy on the enemy and act as undercover agents. And, you know, our child got sick a while ago and hasn't recovered yet. We've been taking them in for so long, and you couldn't even bear to give them a piece of dragon scale..."
"Bang!"
The cup broke into pieces on the ground.
The leader said, "Alright, stop talking. We can't afford to offend the dragons. We can just wait until they leave. The Kars tribe can be relied upon for a while, but not forever. In the end, they will be defeated by us."
Wen Ya finally shut up.
…
The next day.
Jian Luo got up early today and made a snowman with his dragon cub.
The aunt from the next room came out and saw Jian Luo and said, "Hey, Luo Luo, are you playing with your child?"
Jian Luo said: "Yes, yes, are you going out?"
"Isn't it?" The aunt was tall and strong, but looked kind. "The men are all out hunting, so we women go to the woods behind to cut some hibiscus grass. It's winter, and when there's no meat, we can eat hibiscus grass."
Jian Luo became interested: "What is this?"
The aunt patiently explained to him: "It's a plant. Not only do people like to eat it, but animals also like to eat it."
Jian Luo nodded.
The aunt sighed, "It's a pity that we have so few prey here. Otherwise, why would we need to eat all this? Look at the tribe next door. They cut the hibiscus grass in winter and feed it to their pets."
This was the first time Jian Luo was so interested. He asked, "Excuse me, why are there fewer prey in our forest than in theirs? I've been to both forests and don't see any difference."
When it comes to this, the aunt has something to say.
She walked over and stopped in front of the fence. "Actually, the reason there's the most small prey over there is because of creatures like honeyeaters. They live underground and come out to forage in the winter. These creatures have thick skin and lots of meat, making them the favorites of many small and medium-sized hunters. That's why there are so many small and medium-sized predators over there, forming a food chain."
Jian Luo: "Then why don't these creatures live here?"
"Because of the sun." The aunt pointed to the sky. "Miyou likes the sun, but it's a bit shady here. The trees block the sunlight in the summer, and there's not much sun in the winter."
Jian Luo seemed to be thinking: "Is there no other reason, maybe it's because of the food?"
The auntie shook her head. "What can honeyeaters eat in winter? At most they can catch fish in the river or chew on grass."
Jian Luo asked back, "So do they eat the hibiscus grass you just mentioned?"
The aunt was choked up. She had never thought about it in this direction. Every winter, when it just started, they would subconsciously cut the hibiscus grass first, leaving no chance for the honey bees.
Jian Luo smiled and said, "I think if there is food, Miyou will come over even if she likes the sun, right?"
The aunt couldn't refute it at once.
"Besides, I think the sun is good enough to get us through the winter. By the summer, you won't be that short of food, right?"
In any matter, a bystander sees more clearly than a participant.
What was originally a complicated matter became very simple when spoken by Jian Luo. He even looked at her, his eyes silently expressing a meaning:
Is this difficult?
The aunt was silent for a while, then finally said, "I'll go discuss this with the chief!"
Jian Luo waved his hand: "Take care."
After sending the people away, Jian Luo continued to watch Xiaolong build a snowman. Other people's snowmen were simply made, and then put a round head on top, and finally added eyes and nose to complete the work. But Long Aotian was completely different. They were building a dragon.
The key point is that the technology is extremely poor, and the result looks like a huge monster called Godzilla, and the dragon cannot be seen at all.
Jian Luo burst out laughing: "So ugly."
The dragon cubs paused, and all three of their little heads turned back, looking at Jian Luo with wet eyes, silently expressing their hurt. The leading one, Long Aotian, even cried out in dissatisfaction and grievance.
Jian Luo quickly changed his words: "It looks good, it looks good, it's really good!"
The dragon cubs were satisfied, wagged their tails, began to become blindly confident, and continued to pursue their Godzilla cause.
Jian Luo came over to help: "This dragon horn looks better with ice."
Long Aotian and his friends are really smart. They first wrapped a big snowball, then dug out a Godzilla shape from it and then slowly polished it. Other children made snowmen, but his kids did art.
Jian Luo muttered to himself while helping, "I wish your father could become as smart as you guys. He's so stupid."
Taking advantage of the fact that he can't speak as a child, Jian Luo always complains about Lu Shifeng.
After everyone worked for a while, a Godzilla was finally built. Jian Luo picked up the three of them and took them to take a bath. When everything was done, it was getting late and Lu Shifeng came back.
Jian Luo said, "Go wash them and clean them up. I'll go cook."
After thinking about it, Jian Luo was still worried and told Lu Shifeng: "Wipe it gently. Don't rush to take it out after you're done. Put it over there by the brazier and play with it for a while. Don't catch a cold."
As he spoke, he picked up the three kids and handed them to Lu Shifeng: "They can't speak now, and they don't know whether it's cold or hot. Be careful..."
"Daddy."
There was a sound of Xiaolong humming, although the pronunciation was not clear.
Jian Luo paused.
It was the youngest sister. He never expected that the youngest sister would be the first one who could speak!
Jian Luo said to Lu Shifeng a little excitedly: "Did my sister just call someone? Was she calling you? The girl is so smart."
Lu Shifeng nodded calmly: "Some dragons can learn language before transforming. This is normal."
Jian Luo was a little proud: "It must be because I talk to him every day at home, so he learns quickly!"
Just as Jian Luo was busy trying to take credit, the little girl sitting on Lu Shifeng's shoulder moved again. The little silver dragon raised her head and looked at Lu Shifeng. Her voice was tender and childish, and her tone was vague, but people could barely hear it clearly: "Your father is stupid to death."
…
After the words were spoken, there was a moment of silence in the room.
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