After hearing what Hu Jiaojiao said, the beasts nodded repeatedly, without any objection.

Seeing this, Hu Jiaojiao was no longer polite to them.

After estimating the size of the materials, she said:

"Chief, I need 300 large bluestones, 300 small bluestones, and 50 buckets of rough stone and sticky sand."

Except for the bluestone, the other materials were brought back in buckets.

However, this bucket was not the small bucket that Hu Jiaojiao used to hold fish, but a stone bucket as big as a bathtub, more than half a person's height, and it was estimated that one bucket could hold hundreds of kilograms.

Although hundreds of kilograms are heavy for humans, it is a piece of cake for male beastmen. They can hold it up with two hands and run wildly in the forest.

"No problem." The chief nodded and agreed.

As for the beastmen who come to help, Fox Jiaojiao is not responsible. The tribe leader will help to select them.

Because she only teaches the beastmen who help, the tribe leader will definitely choose experts to help, so that they can help the tribe build more stone houses in the future.

After some discussion, Fox Jiaojiao temporarily finalized it. It will take

five days to move the materials, and five days later

, the stone house will be built. Beastmen are good at hands-on work and have great strength. Fox Jiaojiao estimates that it will take less than a month for the stone house to be built, and they can at least live in a warm big stone house in winter.

By then, there is still a month before winter, and the beastmen can build their own stone houses. Although not every beastman can build one, it will be enough for the females to live in.

Males are more cold-resistant, so they can live in caves. It won't be too late to slowly build a stone house next year.

Before leaving, Hu Jiaojiao asked the beastmen to help transport the materials outside the yard.

She couldn't live with so many things piled up in the yard.

The beastmen looked apologetic and said they didn't think of this, and hurriedly transported the things outside the yard.

After a lot of trouble, the yard was finally clean.

Hu Jiaojiao was thinking about Long Mo, and was about to look for him, but she saw a cold and arrogant figure coming back with his back to the setting sun, and his elongated shadow was a bit cold and lonely.

She noticed that Long Mo was still holding a stone bucket in his hand.

Unlike before, the fish in the stone bucket had been killed, the scales and internal organs removed, and cleaned thoroughly.

Foxy Jiaojiao was slightly startled. Did he just... go to the river to kill fish?

She trotted over and stopped beside him. Two shadows, one tall and one short, overlapped.

Looking straight ahead, Foxy Jiaojiao could only see Long Mo's tan chest, which was covered with sweat emitting hormones. She immediately looked away and lowered her head with a guilty conscience.

"Long Mo, thank you for finding the materials to build the stone house."

Foxy Jiaojiao looked at her toes and said in a crisp voice.

Long Mo looked down at the petite female in front of him. She was like a delicate flower that would wither if touched lightly, making people want to take good care of her.

For a moment, he even forgot to respond.

"Let me get these fish. You've worked hard these days. Just go and have a rest."

While thinking, Hu Jiaojiao reached out to

take the stone bucket from his hand. Thinking of Long Mo working hard to find those materials in a corner unknown to her, Hu Jiaojiao felt a little ashamed. She always thought that Long Mo was just a villain who killed people without blinking an eye, and never thought that he also paid a lot for this family.

He was just a little bit poisonous, but he did not lack any food, clothing, and work at home.

I was just an outsider who entered the original body halfway. What qualifications did I have to be angry with him?

Unexpectedly, before her hand touched the stone bucket, Long Mo dodged it.

Hu Jiaojiao lowered her head even lower. Sure enough, he still hated her so much, without any change.

She turned around in frustration, but heard a low and hoarse voice above her head:

"You don't have to do these things."

Hu Jiaojiao paused, and before she could react to what Long Mo meant, she heard him continue:

"Also... the clothes you made are very beautiful. I shouldn't have said those ugly words. I'm sorry."

The low, pleasant and apologetic voice entered Hu Jiaojiao's ears, like a spell that froze her.

Wait!

Did she hear it right?

The villain actually apologized to her! !

"I saw Ying Yuan was wearing the same clothes, so I thought you made it for him, so I said those words in anger. If you are still angry, I... can leave the tribe."

Seeing that Hu Jiaojiao didn't move, Long Mo thought she was still angry and continued to explain.

Hearing this, Hu Jiaojiao raised her head quickly, "No, you must not leave the tribe!"

She finally let Long Mo come back, if she let him go, wouldn't all her efforts be in vain!

After she finished speaking, she noticed that Long Mo was looking at her deeply, and she looked away with guilt, and then said:

"I'm not angry anymore, you can live at home, anyway... anyway, we are going to build a stone house, how can we do without you."

Hearing her words, Long Mo pursed his thin lips, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The last sentence echoed in her mind, and her thin lips couldn't help but curl up into a smile.

Foxy Jiaojiao tilted her head and stared at the shadow on the ground, as if there was a little man beating a drum in her heart.

What's going on?

Why does she feel that the villain doesn't hate her at all?

On the contrary... on the contrary, she has the illusion that he is jealous.

No! The script is not like this!

Foxy Jiaojiao shook her head and quickly threw away these terrible fantasies. It must be because Long Mo is too handsome that she has this illusion.

Even if Long Mo doesn't hate her anymore, he can't be jealous of her!

She can't be too narcissistic.

If others knew, they would probably laugh their heads off.

"Oh, wait a minute." Foxy suddenly remembered something, her ears turned red, and she fled away from Long Mo's sight.

Long Mo looked puzzled and returned to the yard carrying the stone bucket.

After a while, Foxy Jiaojiao ran out again in a hurry.

When he saw what was in her hand, Long Mo was stunned, and a hint of surprise appeared on his cold face.

"You...didn't throw it away?"

What Foxy Jiaojiao was holding in her hand was the fur clothes she gave him last time.

He just searched under the beds of the two wooden houses, but couldn't find it. He thought Foxy Jiaojiao had thrown it away.

It turned out that she had kept it in the house all the time...

"How could I throw away the clothes I worked so hard to make? Even if you don't want them, the cubs can wear them when they grow up."

Foxy Jiaojiao muttered softly, handed the clothes over, and didn't dare to look at Long Mo's expression.

The clear voice was as sweet as the chirping of an oriole, and she asked softly:

"Since you don't mind it being ugly, do you still want it? If not, I won't do it for you in the future."

Long Mo looked at Hu Jiaojiao with a sharp gaze, and before she finished speaking, he immediately reached out to take the clothes, holding them in his palms as carefully as if they were treasures, as if he was afraid that she would take them back.

The deep voice answered without hesitation:

"Yes! In the future, too!"