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

She leaned close to Pengjiao and whispered:

"Think carefully, are there really herbs in this world that can help with pregnancy? If so, why have witch doctors who are well versed in medicine never mentioned it? And how could a little female with the same background as you and me have such a great fortune?"

The speaker is intentional, and the listener is more intentional.

Peng Jiao also began to doubt it. Yes, it was becoming more and more difficult for orcs to give birth, and the witch doctors were very anxious about it.

Over the years, they have tried various fertility-aiding recipes, but with little success.

How come he ran into He Fuxi?

"But there is no need for her to harm me..." Peng Jiao said hesitantly.

Zhu Yue sneered in her heart, but still gave an earnest admonition:

"She may not want to harm my sister, but she may want to do something else. I'm not kidding, my cousin has always been petty, and she's always pretending to be good and flirting with other people. Look at her original appearance, she even managed to seduce a furry man into becoming a beast."

This is also a thorn in Pengjiao's heart.

She really didn't understand. In terms of appearance, she was far ahead of He Fuxi.

In terms of fertility, she is at least of low quality, much better than He Fuxi's original quality of no quality, right?

Why did the Fur Tribe's venerable choose He Fuxi...

Her expression was complicated, but Zhu Yue was secretly happy.

Feeling that she had provoked him enough, she tried to retreat in order to advance:

"Well, but I think that this grass is unlikely to kill you. At most, it will prevent you from getting pregnant. So you can give it a try, sister. The worst that can happen is that you will end up with nothing."

"But why does she torture me like this..." Peng Jiao murmured.

"Who knows! My sister is so beautiful and is loved by the tribe's top warrior. There will always be people who are jealous of her."

Zhu Yue pretended to speak nonchalantly, standing up and patting his butt.

"Okay, I've been out for a long time. I have to go back to give my mother medicine. Today I had the chance to talk to you from the heart. I feel that you are a warm-hearted person. Thank you! I'll come to play with you next time."

Then you have to walk out the door.

When Pengjiao heard that her mother still needed to take medicine, she felt even more sorry for her, so she picked up a piece of meat as a gift and sent her out.

As for the herbs...

Just eat a small amount. Liang He Fuxi wouldn't dare to poison her.

In a blink of an eye, He Fuxi's pregnancy was already two months old.

Her belly was already swollen and she was starting to have trouble moving.

Zhanrong gradually went out less and less, and spent most of his time at home with her, being bossed around by her.

That day, he was working hard, stuffing a large bunch of long kudzu vine stems into boiling water.

He Fuxi sat beside him, holding a handful of cherries in his arms, eating them one by one, while pointing at him:

"See if the skin is soft. If the stem is soft, it will spread out and you can see thin milky white lines..."

"Pick up the thin threads and put them in the sun..."

"Twist the dried thread into very fine yarn..."

Kudzu grass, because its stems are rich in plant fiber, was used by ancient people in the Neolithic Age to weave cloth.

But in this wild and beastly world, its value has not yet been discovered.

He Fuxi couldn't stand the animal skins and leaves anymore, so she decided to become the digger.

For this purpose, she also made the ancestor of the loom - the waist loom.

She used the ribs of large animals as weft knives, bamboo and wooden sticks as heald lifting rods and warp dividing rods, and bone needles to guide the weft. In this way, she made the simplest and most primitive loom.

The characteristic of this ancestor is that it has no frame. One end is tied to the weaver's waist and the other end is held by his feet. He weaves on the ground, so it is called a waist loom.

The operation method is simple and crude.

So, when Peng Jiao lifted the door curtain, what she saw was the tall and mighty Fur Tribe leader, who was sitting on the ground, kicking his feet and waving his fingers, like a dancing idiot.

She was so frightened that the fresh fruit in her hand fell to the ground.

Zhan Rong turned around and saw that his embarrassing appearance was witnessed, which made him feel worse than death.

Why do other males break out from left and right in the mountains and forests to show off their prowess and offer the freshest prey to the little females at home?

And he stayed at home and knitted clothes for the little female.

The back machine is about to strain his back muscles...

Something's wrong. This is really wrong.

But when he saw the red prickly heat on the little female's body, he felt very distressed.

Oh, just weave it.

The seal has been made, what else can we do?

"Peng Jiao is here." He Fuxi asked her to sit down.

Pengjiao is very annoying:

"You... Your Excellency... this..."

Seeing that her worldview was shattered, He Fuxi explained:

"We are spinning. I am going to make some thin and soft clothes for us to wear. In the summer, animal skins are too hot."

"Spinning? Making clothes?"

Pengjiao touched the thin threads twisted from kudzu fibers and marveled at them.

"Do you want to try it too? Make some clothes to wear, it will keep you cool in the summer." He Fuxi asked.

Peng Jiao quickly refused:

"I'm busy these days, I'm afraid I don't have the time."

In fact, she didn't have much confidence in spinning. How could this mess of threads be made into clothes?

How to wear it, wrap it around your body?

It is not so troublesome to order beastmen around. The Fur Tribe Leader is such a mighty and heroic man, he should just show his skills outside in the mountains and forests.

How can I stay at home like a little female, fiddling with these useless things?

He Fuxi is really making trouble.

Peng Jiao suppressed her disapproval and put on a smile.

"Sister, you worked hard to pick herbs for me last time, but I've been busy recently and haven't had time to come over. I haven't thanked you properly yet. This bag of fruit is perfect for pregnant females, so I specially gave it to you."

He Fuxi took the fruit:

"You're so polite. It's just a small favor."

The two beasts exchanged a few pleasantries, and Peng Jiao asked tentatively:

"Sister, I wonder how long it will take for the herb to take effect? ​​I've been taking it for a while, but there's no obvious change."

"That's right." He Fuxi said.

"Treatment is a long-term effort and cannot be achieved in a short period of time. It may take a year or two at the fastest or several years at the slowest."

Isn't that just luck?

Peng Jiao curled her lips, then smiled sweetly:

"Then I will wait patiently for good news."

After chatting for a while, both of them felt that there was nothing more to talk about, so Pengjiao said goodbye.

Zhan Rong came back from outside only after she left.

When there are other females at home, he is impatient to stay at home and cannot stand the intentional or unintentional gazes of the females on him.

"She left so soon?" Zhan Rong asked.

He Fuxi hummed.

"Come to think of it, she hasn't been here for a long time, right? How come she only sat for a short while after finally coming here?" Zhan Rong said.

"Maybe he's busy." He Fuxi answered casually.

The couple continued to weave with great effort.

On the day the cloth was finished, He Fuxi was so excited that he put it on and tried it on again and again before the clothes were made.

"I finally have clothes to wear!" she said happily.

Zhan Rong couldn't believe that this thin and soft thing was woven by a boss like him.

"I'm so awesome..." he muttered.

The most excited person was Shennong who came to visit.