You can search "Through the Savage Ages" on Baidu to find the latest chapters!
Chen Qiao¡¯s biggest dream now is to own a pot, an iron pot! People are always like this. After living a life without worries about food and clothing, they will start to pay attention to the quality of life. The most important of these is the appetite.
But for now, dream and reality are still very far away. Some of the iron tools they make now are straight and have no curves, otherwise, like sickles, they only have curvature in one direction. This is mainly because the molds they use now are single-sided, and the technical level is still very immature.
And if you want to use a composite mold, the technical difficulty will be much higher, and you will have to go through repeated exploration and experimentation. Obviously, no one in the tribe has this spare time, so Chen Qiao is embarrassed to make such a request to others.
So the troubled and bored man asked Dila to go up the mountain with him. Even if the cooking methods cannot be improved, at least the ingredients should be improved, right?
Chen Qiao asked Baya to take Mai Xi to the field to play today, so that he could take care of the children while farming. Although Xiao Xiaoxi is four years old this year, it is still not enough to let him stay at home alone.
"Dad, I want to go to the mountain too." Maixi made a serious request.
"That's not possible, you are only four years old."
"How old do you have to be before you can go up the mountain?" Maixi was unhappy.
"At least nine years old."
"Well" Maisie counted on her fingers and found that her current age was less than half of nine years old, so she immediately stopped working, "Huh, so long!"
"Okay, I'll let you go up the mountain when you are eight years old." Children still need to be coaxed.
"Six years old." The child who had been taught bad things by someone began to bargain.
"Tsk, can a six-year-old climb a mountain?"
"Then seven years old" Maisie already wanted to cry. He felt that seven years old was so far away.
"Well, since you are so sensible, just be seven years old. Then you have to listen to your father."
"Well. Dad, you have to come back early." He didn't want to stay with his father all day. His father was so boring and couldn't tell stories or coax people.
"Okay, let's go. Dilla"
"Dad" Maisie held a bamboo stick in her hand and stood at the door with tears in her eyes.
Chen Qiao looked back and said, no, he had to leave quickly, lest he accidentally do something stupid like taking a four-year-old child up the mountain. She waved her hand and asked him to go back to the house, then took Dilla's hand and ran away like a fly.
As a result, seeing this scene made Maisie even more sad. Her father pulled Dilla and ran away. Woo hoo, don¡¯t let Maisie go Although I knew in my heart that they were just on the mountain, I still couldn¡¯t help but think wildly. This is the way children think and adults do. The difference.
Baya stood aside helplessly, watching Maixi sitting at the door crying heartbrokenly, so helpless that she didn¡¯t know what to do.
Maixi, a child with an extremely rich imagination, had abandoned Chen Qiao and ran away with Dilla. Then he met a beautiful person elsewhere and formed a happy family. In his mind, Performed with infinite sadness. In a few years, they will have a baby Well Dad will definitely forget about Maisie
The more he thinks about him, the sadder he becomes, and the sadder he becomes, the louder he cries The more he cries, the more helpless Baya becomes
However, even if he ran away, Chen Qiao's troubles were not over yet. Don't forget, Dilla is actually a hidden chatterbox. Since meeting Chen Qiao, his desire to talk has been well vented.
They haven¡¯t spent much time alone recently, and Dilla has been holding back for a while, because he is always the taciturn child in front of others.
Today, he finally caught the opportunity, how could he let it go so easily, so along the way In short, Comrade Chen Qiao was very miserable, because the young hearts of children cannot be hurt, so he had to sacrifice his ears.
What is gratifying is that Dila is also very focused when working, so when they found the first available plant, they dug in that area. At the same time, Chen Qiao's ears were also temporarily obtained. liberation.
This plant looks a bit like malnourished garlic. When Chen Qiao dug up a plant, he could probably judge it to be the ancestor of garlic. He peeled off the garlic and tasted it. It was good. The garlic had a spiciness, and the taste was stronger than any garlic he had ever tasted before.
Carefully dug up the garlic and put it in a basket. When it was almost full, Chen Qiao picked up the basket and continued to move forward with Dilla.
They walked farther than usual today. Ever since the tribe had bows, arrows and machetes, no large wild animals have been seen in this area.They were wild animals, so they dared to go up the mountain boldly today, but they also carried self-defense weapons.
There are many fruit trees on this mountain. It¡¯s still spring, so he can¡¯t recognize many of them. In autumn, he will probably be able to pick a lot of wild fruits.
I picked some mushrooms on the way and put them directly on top of the garlic. The mushrooms are very light anyway.
There is a depression in front of you, and a patch of green plants growing on a sunny hillside. It looks familiar, but I can¡¯t remember what it is. On the emerald green and slender pole, there are leaves that are more slender than bamboo leaves one by one. Although they look like they are only palm-high, they are growing whole and are very conspicuous.
They carefully pushed aside the weeds with wooden sticks and walked over. Chen Qiao took out his sickle and started digging. After digging out the tubers, the scent of ginger hit his nostrils. Most of the ground ginger is old ginger, which is fragrant and spicy.
They dug another basket, and since then, both baskets were full, so they headed back home. Of course, along the way, Chen Qiao still enjoyed the magic sound piercing his ears.
Chen Qiao looked at today¡¯s harvest and didn¡¯t know whether he should be happy or sad. There was ginger and garlic but no pot. It seems that we are only one step away from delicious food, but it is extremely far away. The greatest pain in the world is this.
Baya has never been as sincerely happy to see Chen Qiao as this time. He really can't do things like look after children, especially a little devil like Maixi. Think about how quiet Dilla was when she was a child. So cute.
But if one day he knows how endlessly Dilla talks, he probably won't think so.
Chen Qiao sprinkled some water on what she dug out today and placed it in a cool corner, and then she had to wait on their young master. It's only been a day apart, and now this kid has become extremely clingy.
"Have you been obedient today?" Chen Qiao fetched water from the well and wiped the little cat's face.
"Yes!" Someone replied in a brazen manner, which made Baya feel ashamed for his son.
"Dilla, come here and wash your face." Chen Qiao didn't bother to expose his little lie. He was very busy at the moment and had no time to amuse the children.
"Oh." Dilla was playing with a knife while whittling a piece of wood, not knowing what he wanted to make. He reluctantly put down what he was holding and ran to the well to wipe his face.
Now that spring has not passed yet, Chen Qiao does not encourage children to take a bath every day. Firstly, it is too troublesome, and secondly, it is easy to catch a cold. Adults are easier to deal with. These people are as strong as cattle and rarely get sick. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com