Chapter 106
The dwarves all turned to look at Yu Sui. If they didn't understand the character of orcs, they would really suspect that the two snow wolves were joking.
Anyway, this cub's eyes are innocent and clear, yet they also reveal maturity inadvertently.
This made them believe Qi's words a little and they didn't question it any more.
Besides, this was a matter of another tribe, so the dwarves did not ask too many questions, but they were still a little confused in their hearts.
Buona thought of something else and asked, "Which tribe are you living with? It's been a long time since we last met. I wonder if the chief is still a friend of ours."
Yu Sui replied, "It's the Tu tribe, and the chief is Uncle Bangbo."
"Bombur, that little guy has become the chief of the tribe. It seems that we are really old." Buona said with emotion.
Little guy? Uh… Thinking of Uncle Bombur’s wrinkled face, Yu Sui chose to keep silent.
The lifespan of dwarves is not as long as that of orcs, but it is much longer than that of ordinary humans. Judging from the appearance of Buona and Chief Loki, they are at least a hundred years old. There is nothing wrong with them calling Uncle Bombur "little guy".
"This little guy Bombur is still so smart. Now that he lives with you snow werewolves, he doesn't have to worry about the tribe being suddenly attacked by monsters or being captured by human mercenaries." Buona said with envy.
If there weren't two forces eyeing them covetously, Yu Sui really wanted to ask them to come to the Heitu tribe as well. After all, there was already a dwarf tribe, so it wouldn't matter if there was one more.
Unfortunately, taking in the Tu tribe was already a very risky act for them. Taking in another dwarf tribe would be equivalent to dancing on the bottom line of the elves and the Golden Kingdom. This approach is not advisable.
Frightened by the word "Saint Mary", Yu Sui didn't dare to be kind in his previous life. But when he came here and saw how hard the dwarves were living, he really couldn't control his pity.
Is there any way to have the best of both worlds? Yu Sui stood in the crowd, his eyes gradually becoming empty and his thoughts drifting away.
He came from the era of Internet information explosion, so there must be some methods that can be used.
He seemed to have thought about this question before, but later, as his life became stable, he forgot it. What exactly is it? Yu Sui pressed his temples in distress, thinking hard.
Not far away, several dwarves were carrying mud blocks from the collapsed wall out of the tribe.
As they approached, the clod of earth fell to the ground with a clang, and the dwarves picked it up and put it back in the cart.
The sound of banging brought Yu Sui back to his senses.
He suddenly remembered that he had thought before that if the dwarves could make gunpowder, wouldn't they be able to ensure their own safety?
Yu Sui was so excited that he rubbed his hands together. Yes, after reading so many novels, he found that gunpowder played an indispensable role in time-travel novels.
He remembered that there was a book that introduced the gunpowder materials in great detail, but he just couldn't remember it for the moment. When he returned to the tribe, he would definitely find Uncle Bombur and the other dwarves to study it together.
If gunpowder could really be made, the dwarves' current situation would definitely be greatly improved.
Even if gunpowder cannot deal with high-level monsters, with the dwarves' perseverance and persistence, they will definitely be able to develop more powerful explosives.
Moreover, as the number of them increases, their power will also increase. When the time comes, add a throwing tool, and as long as you are not unlucky and encounter an invasion by a super high-level monster, most monsters can be dealt with.
Maybe in the future it will become more powerful and even fourth or fifth level monsters will not be its match.
Situations like today where monsters come to the tribe to cause damage can be greatly reduced, and the dwarves will no longer be isolated and helpless.
He was excited, but Yu Sui didn't say it out loud.
If gunpowder failed in the end, then he would have given these dwarves hope in vain, but then ruthlessly destroyed that hope. This blow would be too great, and he was afraid that the dwarves would not be able to bear it.
Qi looked at the cub's strange expression and guessed that he must have come up with some new idea. Every time he came up with a new idea, he would get inexplicably excited.
As he thought of the solution, Yu Sui felt relieved and his worries gradually dissipated.
He looked around and saw that the houses around him had been basically cleaned up. He patted his hungry stomach and said, "I'm hungry too. Let's eat first."
Buona slapped her forehead. She was so busy and shocked that she didn't even start preparing food for the guests.
She hurried home. Although she was not young, she was full of energy and walked very fast.
Yu Sui shouted from behind, "We brought food!"
Buona didn't look back, but just walked towards home, waving her hand with her back to them, and a vigorous voice came.
"I told you to try my cooking skills. The bread I make is so delicious that others can't even eat it."
Amon's wife smiled as she watched her leave and said to the young people, "Aunt Buona's baked bread is very famous among us dwarves. You must try it."
"Well, I was thinking of not bothering Grandma Buona. After all, she looks quite old." Yu Sui said.
Eamon's wife burst out laughing. "Don't let her hear that, or she'll be mad at you."
Yes, women can say they are old themselves, but they cannot hear others say it.
No matter how delicious the toast was, it couldn't fill Qi's stomach, so they returned to deal with the monsters.
Considering the height of the snow werewolf, Buona took the toaster out and prepared to bake in the open air.
The bread made by dwarves is fermented, and their cooking skills are even better than those of tauren, after all, they have lived with humans for a long time.
Buona was kneading dough and fermenting it in the house. Yu Sui, taking advantage of his height as a cub, crouched down and crawled in.
With his height, the dwarf's roof just brushed against his head, and he could barely stand up straight.
If an adult orc came in, he would definitely hit his head.
Compared to Yu Sui, a layman who was forced to start making various pasta, Buona's movements in kneading the dough looked gentle and dexterous. The dough was like a kneading ball in her hands. The bowl and palms used for kneading the dough were very smooth and not stuck to the dough.
This skill is amazing. Every time Yu Sui kneads dough, his hands are filled with dough.
No wonder people say that people who know how to make noodles can achieve three things: a clean basin, clean hands and clean noodles. But he can't do any of them.
Compared with the veterans who have many years of practice, Yu Sui, who only has theoretical knowledge, is indeed too green.
The dwarves lived a wealthy life thanks to their craftsmanship. At least they had no shortage of food, and the cellars of every household were filled with food.
In order to fill the snow werewolf's stomach, Buona and the neighbors around her borrowed several basins and kneaded more than a dozen basins of dough at once.
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