Fang Hua laughed heartily, casually pulling out a scarf from behind his back, his expression somewhat unnatural, "This is for you."
Fang Rong opened it and saw that it was indeed the one he had knitted himself. He thought he wouldn't receive it until at least winter, but he didn't expect it to arrive so soon.
He was a little surprised, but was this the kind of weather meant for him to sleep in?
Although it's getting cooler during the day, it's not quite time to wear a scarf yet, is it?
Of course, Fang Rong was very touched. He had tried to learn this technique himself for a long time but still couldn't master it. He was completely clueless and felt dizzy from all the twists and turns. He never expected that Fang Hua would learn it and weave it so well.
Although the front was woven a bit tight and the back a bit loose, making it look like it was woven by two different people, it was still quite an achievement.
Fang Rong pulled down his neck and kissed him on the forehead as a reward. At worst, she would skip the vegetables for a few days and add some meat instead.
This guy is kind of pitiful. He stayed up late at night, secretly knitting a scarf behind his back, without letting him know. He was very serious and meticulous. He got up in the middle of the night to take a look and it looked very professional.
"It's really nice." Fang Rong tried it on around her neck. It was warm and a little rough. After all, it was all done by hand from production to twisting the thread. It was tied piece by piece. It took a lot of hard work to make this.
Speaking of which, the orc world also has markets. In the markets, everyone will temporarily cease fighting, and both carnivores and herbivores can get along well and exchange for what they need.
Fang Rong had never been there, but she had heard it was quite lively. Fang Hua probably bought his thread there. Fang Rong would never believe that he could produce cotton thread himself.
It seems I should take a stroll through the market sometime; maybe I'll find something fun and useful.
Of course, he also planned to sell some things, such as honey and ice cream, which are rare items, to make some money to spend and to be convenient when needed in the future.
Speaking of which, I need to buy Fang Hua a set of clothes. This guy doesn't like wearing clothes. He'd rather turn back into his original form than wear clothes. What grudge does he have against clothes?
But sometimes you have to go back to your original form; not wearing clothes all the time isn't a solution.
Fang Rong lay down inside and let Fang Hua sleep in as well. Fang Hua was obedient and washed his hands and feet before coming up. But is it really okay to use the same basin for washing hands and feet?
I just used that basin to wipe his body.
(▼ plate▼#)
"I washed my hands before washing my feet, they're not dirty." Fang Hua seemed to have heard his thoughts and replied smoothly.
Fang Rong sighed, "Never mind, let's go to sleep."
The two of them had been hanging out from afternoon until evening, and now it was time for them to go to sleep.
"Mmm." Fang Hua hugged him from behind, and after a while, finding it awkward, she turned him over so that he was facing her.
"What are you doing?" Fang Rong had already made a great sacrifice today and was injured. Doing this kind of thing made him feel like he was running out of steam.
"Let me touch you." Fang Hua placed his hand on his chest, intentionally or unintentionally playing with a spot on his chest.
"You haven't touched it yet today?" Fang Rong rolled her eyes.
"I can never get enough of touching her. Fang Rong is a weakling, so I can't do more of it."
"..." Do you know how you could lose me?
They actually called me a weakling.
Fang Rong, who was indeed weak in his eyes, got angry and said, "Come on, let's hurt each other!" Damn it, let's fight another three hundred rounds.
"No." Fang Hua obediently clamped his legs together. "Doing too much is bad for Fang Rong's health, after all, Fang Rong is a weakling."
"..." (▼皿▼#), if you say "weak" again I'll turn on you, believe it or not?
Fang Hua patted his head comfortingly, "You're the bottom, why does a bottom have to be so strong?"
Six days, six days of vegetables!
"Anyway, as long as the bottom has a butt, that's fine."
Ten days, ten days of vegetables!
"Fang Rong doesn't need anything, I'm all she needs."
Twenty days, and they're implying I'm useless?
"From now on, Fang Rong can just tell me what she wants and I'll give it to her."
Do you think you're a wishing tree, able to get whatever you want?
"I am your wishing tree, try making a wish."
"You should make something of yourself before you say that," Fang Rong said, covering her face, unable to bear the sight.
"Mmm." Fang Hua kissed him on the forehead, looking particularly innocent. "I know Fang Rong really wants the wizard's clothes."
Fang Rong rolled her eyes. "Don't get any funny ideas."
"How could that be?" Fang Hua looked at him innocently. "I can be trusted."
"Don't speak." This should have been a cozy midnight, but speaking immediately reveals my ignorance and breaks the immersion. Do you think you can just have a wizard's clothes like that?
Fang Hua heard his thoughts and hugged him tightly, feeling particularly aggrieved. She kissed and touched his neck, and after a while, they got so excited that they made love again.
Afterwards, Fang Hua dutifully cleaned him up, and Fang Rong said, "I'm sick, so I'm the boss."
The early autumn morning was foggy and damp. The chieftain sounded the horn to signal departure, and a large number of tribesmen began to pack their belongings.
Fang Rong lay on the bed, watching Fang Hua pack. The straw for building the hut was a thin layer, usually tied with rope and carried with him. In addition, there were various other things. The beastmen would transform into their original forms and carry them along the way.
Because there was so much stuff, most of the time they walked very slowly. Plus, with four meals a day and breaks in between, walking 300 li (150 kilometers) a day was considered impressive.
Fortunately, they weren't in a hurry. It was just the beginning of autumn, and by the time they reached their destination it would be almost winter, but it would be spring there, so the seasons were different.
It's a bit like an aircraft carrier because it follows the sun's path, so it's basically spring-like all year round. However, the only difference there is the season; it's more like a time difference.
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