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

The Pig Tribe has a foundation of only less than a hundred years. How can it compare with the Fur Tribe that originated from the first generation of Orcs?

Besides, no matter how rich the Fur Tribe’s savings were, she couldn’t possibly run off to the valley with him.

There are many streams and creeks in the valley.

Humidity.

This place is located on the top of the mountain, with a wide view. It is a certain distance away from the tribal gathering place, but not too far.

She felt very good.

But it can be better.

"Didn't you say that there are a lot of fine animal skins in your valley? Bring me some so I can tidy up my place." He Fuxi said.

She sent Zhan Rong to run errands, and like an ant moving house, he moved many of the treasures collected by the Fur Tribe into the cave.

First of all, this is not a good place to sleep.

It's a big stone, and my bones hurt when I lie on it.

Even with the animal skins, the dampness still penetrated her bones. As a modern woman, she really couldn't stand it.

So she sent Zhan Rong to tinker with a few big bamboos.

"Can you do it?" He Fuxi asked.

Zhan Rong's eyes were deep:

"A male can't say no."

Clang clang!

With a few claw shadows, the bamboo was cut into pieces.

"Cut these into small pieces." He Fuxi gave the order.

shhhhhh!

Short bamboo tubes were piled up into small hills.

"Dig a few holes here for me." He Fuxi gestured.

Zhan Rong: ...

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Several holes appeared on the bamboo tube.

"here……"

He Fuxi was about to say something else, but Zhan Rong refused to listen.

"Are you kidding me?" The brutal forest overlord gnashed his back teeth.

He Fuxi looked innocent:

"How could that be? You're going to sleep on this bed, too."

bed?

Fresh word.

Zhan Rong licked the corner of his mouth.

He didn't know what a bed was, but he understood the word "sleep".

So the little female is so hungry and thirsty?

Actually, they only had that one night...

And at that time he was in heat, his mind was in a mess, he only remembered that the person underneath was very soft and hot...

"Well, you're pregnant now, so it's not convenient."

Zhan Rong said unnaturally.

"What's the inconvenience?"

He Fuxi didn't care. With free labor, it would only take a few minutes to build a bed.

Then she looked at Zhan Rong warily again.

What does this old guy mean? Doesn’t he want to work?

No, he is being lazy now since we just got married. We must stop this unhealthy family tradition!

"If you're a man, you should do more, right!" she said emphatically.

!!!

Zhan Rong's ears felt slightly hot.

This little female usually looks so conservative and she dresses more conservatively than other females.

I didn't expect that she wanted it so much...

No, no, she's still pregnant.

She is ignorant, so how can he be ignorant too?

Now he has to learn to be a good husband and a good father!

Then, He Fuxi was confused as he watched Zhan Rong suddenly change his expression and put on a serious face.

"Nonsense, how can I touch you in your current state?"

After saying that, he left the stunned He Fuxi and turned away.

He happened to meet Shennong at the door, and he said to him with great sorrow:

"You came at the right time. Please persuade her. Her health is the most important thing. Stop thinking about nonsense all day long..."

He Fuxi:......

She rushed out and shouted:

"What am I thinking! I just asked you to make a bamboo bed, why are you talking so much?"

Unfortunately, the nimble figures of the Fur Tribe have disappeared into the mountains and forests.

He Fuxi stamped his feet in anger.

After Shennong arrived, he and He Fuxi made the cave much more comfortable.

The first thing to do was to build the bamboo and wooden bed and cover it with sturdy animal skins.

Then spread a thick layer of hay, which is soft and breathable.

But this was not enough. He Fuxi felt that the grass was very prickly when he lay on it.

"No, we have to pick some other grass."

She brought Shennong to the edge of a cliff in the mountains.

On the bare cliffs, clumps of thin grass hung, some of which were nearly two meters long.

"Let's pick these grasses, the more the better." He Fuxi ordered.

Shennong was puzzled:

"What are you picking these for? Fuxi, the hollow inside of this grass will prick your throat. You can't eat it."

“It’s not for eating.”

He Fuxi patiently explained while picking:

"This is called dragon's beard grass. Because it is hollow, it is soft and breathable. It can be used for weaving and making mats, clothes, and shoes."

Mat? Clothes? Shoes?

Shennong's eyes widened.

Needless to say, the orcs had never heard of the mat.

Orcs don't wear shoes either.

As for clothes, they have always made clothes with animal skins and leaves.

How come, can this grass be worn on the body?

But how to wear these strips...

But he didn't ask any more questions.

He has this advantage: he does what he can without any nonsense.

Soon, the two little pigs picked a lot of dragon beard grass.

The collected grass had to be processed immediately, so He Fuxi took Shennong back to the cave without stopping.

There was a big iron pot in the cave that she had borrowed from the system.

Shennong was not surprised at all when he saw this strange tool that was incompatible with the animal world.

After all, he still had an iron claw given to him by He Fuxi.

Fuxi is a female lady favored by God, so it is not surprising that she possesses some things bestowed by God.

He silently followed He Fuxi's instructions and began to boil water and cook grass.

But I encountered some trouble when boiling water.

Orcs are not very good at making fire.

"We don't usually use it..." Shennong scratched his head.

Indeed, orcs don't have much need for fire.

Eat raw meat when hungry, drink raw water when thirsty, and sleep when it gets dark.

Fires are only lit during sacrifices.

Therefore, Shennong drilled the wood for most of the day but did not see a trace of white smoke.

He Fuxi was helpless and said:

"I come!"

Shennong quickly stopped him:

"No, no, Fuxi, your hands are so tender, be careful not to break the skin. I'll try again, believe me, I can do it..."

Pah.

A flame leaped up.

Shennong: ...

He Fuxi put away the lighter as if nothing had happened.

"Let's start cooking."

Shennong swallowed his saliva and started adding firewood.

After being boiled and dried three times, the dragon's beard grass needs to be dried in the sun, and then it gradually changes from green to golden yellow.

He Fuxi tied them into bundles, and he and Shennong each took a wooden stick and pounded the grass from morning to night until the hollow hay became flat.

Then, it was time for Zhan Rong to take action.

"Control your strength. I want you to scrape the grass, not cut it, understand?"

He Fuxi sat aside with his legs crossed, enjoying the breeze, eating barbecue while directing Zhan Rong to carry out the last step, scraping the grass.

Zhan Rong waved his claws, looking hopeless.

As a member of the Fur Tribe, he has these claws that scare all the beasts, but instead of going out to fight in the mountains and forests, he is here cutting grass!

What frustrates him most is that his wife seems to be displeased with him and always argues with him.

Click!

A few strands of dragon beard grass were broken.

"Why don't you listen to me?" He Fuxi jumped up.

War and grievances:

"Is it okay if I accidentally break a few of them?"