Chapter 120 The Early Death of the Orc World 8
Qinghe, who was hungover, pushed open the wooden door, and the ancient tree at the door was covered with a layer of silver coat.
"Qinghe, are you awake?" Dew, who was passing by, smiled and showed her white fangs. "The hunting team has already set out. Why did you wake up so late today?"
The leopard ears on her head trembled violently as she spoke, and her tone became frivolous: "Rin's ability is so strong that you actually slept for the whole morning."
Qinghe: ...
After laughing twice, she changed the subject: "Where are you going?"
"Oh, the witch said she would teach everyone how to make clothes with the fur of bleating beasts. Anyway, I have nothing to do now, so I plan to go and take a look. Do you want to come with me?" Dewdrop tickled her ears.
"Okay, but you wait for a moment and I'll give you an extra beast skin." The first snow fell and the temperature in the air dropped sharply. After opening the door and letting the wind blow for a while, Qinghe felt her cheeks were sore from the freezing cold.
Wrapped in thick animal skins, the two men stepped deep and shallow in the snow. Overnight, the snow on the ground had reached Qinghe's calves.
After walking for about ten minutes, they arrived at the public beast cave, which was already packed with females.
"Qinghe, you're here?"
"Yeah, you and Rin had a really good time last night, and you didn't even come to see him off today."
"Need I say this, Qinghe, is your waist okay? My waist was so sore the first time I did it."
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The older females gathered around a campfire not far from the cave entrance, watching the younger females fighting and laughing, but their hands continued to move.
Even Su Luoluo, who was concentrating on teaching knitting techniques, looked up and took a second look. Is this the girl who touched the beastman's testicles in public?
Qinghe, who was teased by everyone, lowered her head and pretended to be shy, and found a corner. If she had known this, she would not have come here.
Holding two knitting needles made of wild animal bones, Qinghe pretended to be a beginner and knitted the wool clumsily. The females around her formed a circle and listened to the witch's voice with their ears tilted.
Even the dewdrops that were chirping just now calmed down and were weaving the white wool in their hands stitch by stitch.
Amid the crackling sound of burning firewood, Su Luoluo patiently instructed each female. After completing various tasks, she used her points to exchange for a spinning machine. She kept all the fur of the bleating animals she had hunted some time ago. She led several close females to wash the fur and spin it into balls of wool.
Before the severe cold comes, she teaches the females some simple weaving techniques, such as weaving a nice scarf for themselves. This way, she will be very confident that she can convince everyone to raise bleating beasts in the warm season next year.
In fact, Su Luoluo now raises a few sharp-mouthed beasts in Di's backyard, and each of their eggs is as big as half her head.
The orcs here are used to killing prey and eating meat, and the concept of breeding is not in their minds.
It is useless to change a group's inherent views by just talking unless they can clearly perceive the benefits of the change.
Otherwise, if I rely on my status as a witch to ask everyone to raise the animals, even if the tribe leader and the witch doctor are on my side, there will definitely be people who will be resentful and spread bad rumors.
The Qingshan tribe will become demoralized, which will be detrimental to the development of the tribe next year.
"Mikoto, is this how you get through?" A young female's question interrupted her thoughts.
"Yes, go through here." Su Luoluo chuckled.
The orange light of the fire reflected on her soft profile, actually adding a bit of divinity to her.
It seems that the college student in the greenhouse is transforming step by step. Qinghe thought secretly in his heart that although the two have not met many times, this "fellow countryman" is slowly losing the childishness on his face.
After a morning, Qinghe set out on her way back in the wind and snow, wearing the scarf she had made herself.
On the other hand, Su Luoluo, with a burning ambition, took a charcoal pencil and wrote "The First Three-Year Plan for the Development of Qingshan Tribe" on the yellowed animal skin.
In this primitive land, beastmen mostly make their livings by hunting and gathering. Once the climate changes drastically, they will face a serious food crisis.
For example, the last time the tribe migrated south was because the temperature in the north dropped sharply, causing the death of a large number of plants and animals, resulting in the orcs losing their food source and being forced to migrate in the bitter cold wind.
During that migration, half of the females died of hypothermia on the way, and the tribe lost nearly 1/3 of its orcs.
Therefore, on the basis of not changing their original way of life, we should vigorously develop the planting and breeding industries next year.
Su Luoluo continued to write on the animal skin: 1. Reclaim the land and plant ground beans and big-leafed fruits;
Second, send a group of orcs to work with her to find new crop seeds to enrich the orcs' vegetable baskets;
3. Develop the pottery industry and produce colorful pottery with vivid patterns, and develop trade with other tribes;
4. Develop the breeding industry and strive to build a farm in the back mountain to raise some bleating beasts, sharp-nosed beasts, and cuckoo beasts.
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Looking at the large, densely packed words on the animal skin, the tribe leader and the witch doctor looked at each other in bewilderment.
"So, Miko, this is..."
"This is the guidance given to me by the beast god." Su Luoluo said with a serious face, "After three snow seasons, the Qingshan tribe will achieve the goal of no more people dying of hunger or freezing. Whether they are disabled, elderly females or beastmen, they can all be well taken care of."
The witch doctor murmured to himself, "This is great, but what should we do?"
The clan leader also stared at her intently with his eyes wide open.
Su Luoluo sat upright and said: "The goal is ambitious, so we have to divide it into several steps and complete it step by step."
"For example, during this snow season, our top priority is to help our members dig toilets."
"toilet?"
"Yes, everyone's feces and urine are concentrated in one place. After a snow season, the feces will ferment and become very good fertilizer, which can make the ground beans grow bigger."
As he spoke, Su Luoluo took out another animal skin from his arms, on which was painted a wooden toilet pattern.
"Well, it seems that the female Qinghe likes to build this small house for urination and defecation." The patriarch looked at the small house in front of him and suddenly remembered something.
"Yes." The witch doctor narrowed his eyes affirmatively. The foreign female seemed to be from the rabbit tribe. No wonder there were so few strong beastmen from the rabbit tribe, and their population had not decreased much. It must be because they developed the planting industry that the witch had just mentioned.
The two leaders of the Qingshan tribe looked at each other.
"In this case, I will order the remaining orcs to build huts quickly before the ground freezes solid." The chief made the final decision.
So, on this cold and snowy day, countless beastmen who had been hibernating at home had to transform into their original forms and go to the back hills to pick trees that could be used to build houses.
As for the roof, the tiles that had successfully been tested in the pottery cellar came in handy.
It is recorded in later generations that the great agricultural development of the Qingshan tribe began on an ordinary snowy day.
The beginning of this event was that ancient beastmen built huts to collect feces.
Sacrificial pottery jars excavated from ancient ruins are clearly engraved with animal characters.
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