I am a pig in the beastly world, rough men are competing to be beastly husbands

Life after ascending the throne of a female ruler actually hasn’t changed much.

It's just that the title has changed.

After the war subsided, He Fuxi continued to play with mud, needles and children during his time in the pig tribe.

And eat eat eat.

After all, the war broke out not long after her cave was built.

I haven’t had time to enjoy myself for a few days!

It was winter at that time, and she wished she could stay in her new home every day and stay in bed with her quilt.

Oh yes, that's right, she made a new quilt weighing ten kilograms.

Although the animal skin was warm, she really couldn't stand the smell.

When I sleep at night, the smell of stinky feet is everywhere.

She bought a cotton quilt from the mall and stuffed it into the linen quilt she had sealed herself. From then on, she felt fresh and warm.

I also bought a few linen cotton-padded jackets, which are so warm.

After all, these things are eye-catching, so she only wears them at home and never sees guests.

When the beastmen saw it, she told them that she made it with willow catkins that she had saved up from the previous year.

The beastly husbands were greatly shocked. They all clapped their hands and praised their wives for being smart and capable.

Then he asked:

"Can you make one for me too?"

He Fuxi was now in a state of panic.

After all, none of her beastly husbands are low-key people.

If they had the new cotton-padded clothes she made herself, they would wear them to their families and show them off from house to house.

When the time comes, everyone will come to ask her about it, and she won't be able to hide it. What should she do?

We can only tell them to wait until next year, and then put cotton planting on the agenda when the weather gets warmer.

In winter, everything withers and many animals hibernate. It is the season with the least to do.

But He Fuxi is not boring at all.

After she finished thinking about the clothes, she started thinking about the brick factory.

Making bricks was still too monotonous, so she planned to make some daily-use pottery.

Not only will we use it ourselves, but we will also promote it so that the entire Jialuo Mountain can share the product of progress.

After all, ruling a tribe requires more than just force; a happy life is the stabilizer.

Use good household items to improve your life, and when you live a good life, you will naturally be less noisy.

Furthermore, things that are widely circulated are good publicity media, allowing more people to know and understand a tribe.

For some remote tribes, "female ruler" may just be a legendary title.

However, "He Fuxi, who invented these wonderful things", has become a household name.

The fact that she is trusted and loved by all the beasts is also due to her having a certain relationship with these little creatures.

This time, He Fuxi has a little ambition.

She was no longer satisfied with sales within Garoshan, and she planned to try to go out.

There is no point in making money from your own people. If you want to make money, make money from others!

But what kind of pottery is good?

She first rejected pots, pans, and other things that only humans love to use.

After some research, she decided to make a bucket.

Orcs actually have their own "buckets", but most of them are like the one He Fuxi carried in the Soul Prison, which are made of animal skins, leaves, and barks. They can only hold large items and are easy to fall apart.

Not to mention filling it with water.

Drinking water is a very troublesome thing for orcs.

They live in caves, some of which are far away from water sources. When they are suddenly thirsty, they can run until their throats are smoking.

Furthermore, drinking water near the river is also a dangerous thing.

Who knows if there is a hunter lurking in the nearby bushes, ready to bite your butt while you are drinking water?

It would be much easier if we had a bucket.

Just carry a bucket with you every day and keep it at home, it is worry-free and safe.

He Fuxi is very confident in this product.

"bucket?"

After listening to He Fuxi's propaganda, Luo Yi was very interested.

Now he has become proficient in making bricks and has become an expert at making bricks.

No one expected that the Snake King, who looked like a normal person during the online meeting, would make mud and burn charcoal among the pig tribe after work.

He sincerely loves this craft.

Therefore, when He Fuxi suggested making pottery, he was the first to agree.

He Qi is the first son of He Fuxi and Zhan Rong. He always likes to follow Luo Yi and go to the brick-making factory.

At this moment, there was still wet mud on his face and his eyes were shining.

"Mother, if you want to make our reputation better through the bucket, why not add something to the bucket?"

Oh?

He Fuxi was very surprised.

Because of her busy work in the past, she was less involved in parenting than Zhan Rong.

I didn't realize that my eldest son had such ideas about baking.

Luo Yi has always loved his eldest brother's son, and upon hearing this, he immediately praised him:

"Xiao Qi is so smart! As expected of his elder sister and elder brother's child, he can come up with such a brilliant idea!"

Then, he excitedly transformed his pointed snake tail:

"Come, let uncle do some work on it!"

Then, he wrote the three words "He Fu Xi" on the clay.

He Fuxi: ...So direct?

Crane rises: ...

"Uncle, why don't I do it?"

The child smiled politely and picked up a branch:

"In fact, you can add some totems, or flowers and plants, and then write 'Made in Jialuo Mountain' on the bottom of the barrel."

He Qi quickly drew a number of pictures on the clay and signed his name.

He Fuxi saw this and was amazed at his eldest son's talent. He touched his little head again and again.

After the first batch of buckets came out, they looked really good.

Before it was released, it was sold out by the pig people.

The second batch was begged for all kinds of misery by the second prince of the lion tribe, a super flatterer who would come to the pig tribe from time to time to show his presence.

The third group, the long-arm tribe, who always had long arms, would certainly not miss such a good thing. They used a lot of supplies in exchange and took it away.

There are also some well-informed tribes who are waiting in the factory before the water barrels are even boiled.

As soon as the kiln opened, they rushed in madly, leaving no one behind.

Unfortunately, the Bashe people were isolated from the news and became the last tribe to learn about this.

So, during the teleconference with Luo Yi, the snake man got mad at his leader for once:

"My king! With such good stuff, why don't you save some for our people? Even the rabbits have buckets, but we don't!"

Luo Yi felt embarrassed, and then he remembered that he was so busy that he forgot about it.

The Bashe tribe then started using buckets of water.

After He Fuxi found out, he also criticized Luo Yi:

"As the leader of a tribe, you must put your tribe members at the top of your heart. Of course, I'm not saying that you should abuse your power for the sake of your tribe members. But if others have it, how can your tribe not have it? Even Lingling has applied for some for the old members of the Giant Bear Tribe. In terms of management, you still need to ask Lingling for more advice."

Should I ask that sheep for advice?

Luo Yi almost spit out blood.

It’s good enough that he and that guy don’t fight!

In fact, after Lingling came, only Zhanrong was happy.

Because, finally, there was someone older than him.

The pressure on Luo Yi as a teenager was too great.

But now, with thousands of years old antelopes at the bottom, he, who is hundreds of years old, is still a child!

The elder of the Fur Tribe, who already has eight cubs, smiles happily and takes the babies out for a stroll every day.

Luo Yi and Ling Ling were left staring at each other.

"Is there nothing to do in the snowy mountains? Why are you still hanging around here?"

Luo Yi angrily brought up what He Fuxi had said to him before and used it to refute his rival.

Lingling smiled modestly:

“A good manager does not need to worry about mundane affairs every day.”