Traveling through time and space to achieve a well-off life with your family

"You mean he can't go back now?" Xiong Bai was a little confused after hearing Cheng Mo's words. Is the tribe of the Winged Orcs really that hard to find? Or is this a trick that the Winged Orcs used to stay? But why did he stay?

"It should be, but I'm not sure." Cheng Mo spread his hands helplessly.

"Okay, he can stay, but he needs to solve his own food problems, and he cannot learn the pottery-making, weaving and other techniques in the tribe. These are the techniques of our tribe and other tribes cannot learn them casually. What do you think?" Xiong Bai looked at Cheng Mo. After all, these techniques were originally brought by Cheng Mo. Although he did not want the Winged Orc to learn them, he still had to seek Cheng Mo's opinion.

"Okay." Cheng Mo nodded: "But if the high priest wants to learn the characters, we can't stop him."

"..." Xiong Bai was silent for a while before nodding and agreeing.

Other orcs condemned Xiao Baique's behavior of hanging around Cheng Mo in the tribe every day: How can this orc be so shameless!

Banmu, who saw the little white bird for the first time, said: So annoying! This orc is so annoying! Why does he always stick to Xiaomo?

Little White Bird, or should be called Gua Yan, was angry at Ban Mu, Cheng Mo's legitimate partner: Is it you, a big guy, who stole his attention from the gentle, lovely, beautiful and kind little female? Even if you are taller than me, bigger in beast form, and whiter in color, there is nothing outstanding about you!

Cheng Mo: ...He talks a lot!

Cheng Lingqu: I’m so angry! Why does he always talk nonsense?

"Come, let's review what we learned yesterday." Cheng Mo said as he sat in front of the wooden table and looked at the little cubs sitting on the floor.

Because many things have been put on track recently and his guidance is no longer needed, Cheng Mo, who has nothing to do, comes to teach the orcs to read.

"Chirp, chirp!" (I can, I can!) The only adult white sparrow mixed in a pile of furry stuffed animals chirped excitedly.

Cheng Mo turned to look at Cheng Lingqu, who let out a sigh and said helplessly, "He just said he would."

Cheng Mo smiled. Xiao Baique was really active in studying and was always the most active one in class. However, no one could understand his language except Cheng Lingqu. However, he could not transform into a human form and could not speak human language at the moment. Therefore, every time he raised his hand to speak, Cheng Mo never called on him.

"Then let's practice on our own sandboxes first." Cheng Mo pointed at the table.

The little cubs below, who were unable to transform yet, stretched out their fingers with difficulty and began to draw on the sand table. The little white bird tilted its head, held a branch with its mouth, and began to draw on its own sand table.

As expected, Cheng Lingqu finished first, and he sat quietly on the side to practice other characters. Little White Bird finished second, and hopped over to Cheng Mo, tilting his head to look at the book in front of Cheng Mo. The other cubs were still struggling to tame their fingers.

The little white bird didn't make any sound, but quietly looked up at Cheng Mo's focused face, but there were suspicious traces of water at the corners of his mouth.

Cheng Mo ignored the existence of the little white bird. He was carefully studying the part about iron smelting in "The Exploitation of the Works of Nature". The people of the Rhino Horn Tribe and the Long Nose Tribe had been mining for a while. Orcs were born with supernatural powers, and mining was easy for them. The development of the mines over there was coming to an end.

This book not only has a thoughtful translation, but also comes with illustrations. Cheng Mo had a headache reading the chapter about forging in the book.

"Chi!" The little white bird looked at Cheng Mo with a headache and became anxious. It wished it could kill everything that gave Cheng Mo a headache.

"Hmm?" Cheng Mo came back to his senses and looked at the little white bird, then looked at the cubs below who were still struggling with their fingers.

"Jijijiji?" (What are you worried about?)

Cheng Lingqu looked up at Cheng Mo and asked worriedly, "Dad? Are you worried about something?"

Cheng Mo shook his head. He had a lot of things worrying him right now, but no one would understand if he told them.

"Chiji?" (Why not say it?) The little white bird jumped around anxiously.

Cheng Mo grabbed the little white bird's head and said gently, "Be quiet."

The little white bird stayed quietly in Cheng Mo's hands, as if it were a stuffed toy.

A day's study ended quickly. The little cubs were so tired that their hands were cramping. Cheng Lingqu was very happy after reading a day's book. The little white bird was also very happy after seeing Cheng Mo reading a day. Only Cheng Mo was unhappy.

After dinner, Cheng Mo sat on the edge of the platform and stared at the starry sky in a daze. Ban Mu came over and sat down quietly without disturbing him. Cheng Mo leaned his head on Ban Mu's shoulder, sighed and said, "Ban Mu, I feel so tired!"

Ban Mu plucked up the courage to put his arms around Cheng Mo's waist, rubbed his face against Cheng Mo's head without saying anything.

Cheng Mo didn't need Ban Mu to say anything to enlighten him. He just wanted to complain. He complained about 079's indifference, the backwardness of tribal life, and his own incompetence...

Ban Mu did not say anything to comfort Cheng Mo. He knew that his Xiaomo was just a little tired and he just needed to be a quiet listener. His Xiaomo did not need anyone to guide him.

Sure enough, Cheng Mo felt much better after complaining. He straightened up, patted Banmu on the shoulder and said happily: "Banmu, turn into a big cat and let me rub it!"

Ban Mu transformed into a beast without saying a word. His snow-white fur glowed faintly under the moonlight. His sharp pupils were filled with tenderness and tenderness as he looked at Cheng Mo. The wings on his back were folded to his sides to prevent the sharp feathers from scratching Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo hugged Ban Mu's head and began to rub it hard: "Ahhh! Whose big cat is this! Give it a kiss! Give it another kiss!"

If it weren't for the hair covering it, the redness on Ban Mu's face would be almost redder than a monkey's butt. He lay down dizzy and let Cheng Mo crawl all over him. Cheng Mo buried himself in Ban Mu's hair, making a weird laugh: "Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey!"

Cheng Lingqu, who was sitting on the kang: Help! Don’t you parents show your affection to your own children? ?

Fully charged, Cheng Mo jumped up, and Ban Mu, who was dozing off, opened his eyes lazily. Cheng Mo hung upside down on Ban Mu's head, and Ban Mu remained motionless with a good temper, allowing Cheng Mo to cover his eyes with his hands.

"Ban Mu, if you were given a powerful weapon, what would you do?" Cheng Mo asked softly.

"I'll use it to protect Xiaomo." Banmu answered without thinking.

"Protect?" Cheng Mo tilted his head. "Don't you want to use this weapon to retaliate against those who bullied you? Don't you want to use these weapons to develop your own power?"

"Xiao Mo, in my heart, you are the only one." Ban Mu said solemnly, and then he continued: "I don't want to retaliate against others, nor do I want to develop anything. I am very happy to be with you."

Cheng Mo's face turned red all of a sudden, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "...Oh! What love words are you talking about! But I'm also very happy to be with you!"