Crossing the famine: The hunter's wife has good farmland

Luhua had never seen candied haws before. Before, neither in her tribe nor in the market not far from the tribe, these red, shiny little fruits were available for sale.

"Isn't this thing expensive? Xiao Nian, you really shouldn't buy this for me. I won't eat it!"

Luhua drooled as he spoke, and his expression was really not convincing at all.

"It's not expensive, only three cents a string, it's the same as free food. Sister Luhua, please try it. When we go home, I will buy another string and bring it back to grandma."

Luhua really couldn't resist the temptation. She licked the candied haws with the tip of her tongue, then opened her eyes wide in surprise.

"So sweet!"

"Sweet, right? You can eat the hawthorn inside, it's sour and sweet and delicious. In fact, if I had hawthorn, I could make this myself. Let's see if there's hawthorn for sale in the market."

While Fu Cang was helping Mo Xiaonian find hawthorns, he was also trying to find a fur merchant to ask about the purchase price of the furs.

They had the most furs in the tribe, having purchased a large batch from their own people.

Although that thing will not go bad, if it is not properly dried over a long period of time, insects will grow inside it and the fur will become worthless.

However, Fu Cang walked around the market and finally found some hawthorns. He bought a bag and carried it on his back, but he still couldn't find any fur dealers.

"Strange, why are there no fur traders buying furs here?"

"Isn't it the wrong season? Look at them, they are all wearing cloth, none of them are wearing fur, which means fur is not popular here. Besides, the weather is getting warmer and warmer, and the people don't need fur. There is no market, so there are no fur traders."

Fu Cang was very worried.

"What should we do? The most common thing in our tribe is fur. If we can't sell fur here, what's the point of hunting?"

"Then there is nothing to worry about. If we can't hunt, we can do other things, such as farming or doing small business, both can make money. After all, fur is not a necessity of life, but food and drink are. Just like the candied haws we bought, three cents a string, but I spent three cents to buy a lot of hawthorns. If we can also make candied haws and sell them at three cents a string, then we can at least make one cent per string. If we sell twenty strings a day, that's twenty cents. That's six hundred cents a month, which is also a lot of money!"

Fu Cang and Lu Hua had never been involved in this kind of small business before, and had no idea about it at all. Their lives were very simple, based on the law of the jungle, hunting for meat and selling skins to exchange for food and daily necessities.

Now listening to Mo Xiaonian talking about business, the two felt like they had opened the door to a new world.

They never knew that people could live with this.

So those people selling candied haws and setting up stalls immediately became vivid in the eyes of Fu Cang and Luhua, and their lives suddenly became no longer so strange.

They walked around for a long time but didn't see any fur traders. Other people in the tribe also didn't sell any fur, which made them feel a little depressed.

Zhang Liang, who had broken his leg before, has now fully recovered and you can't even tell from it.

He and his parents are now particularly grateful to Mo Xiaonian. Zhang Liang also came out with the people in the tribe today. When he saw Mo Xiaonian and the others, he walked over with a very depressed look on his face.

"Brother Fucang, Goddess Mo, have you found the place to collect the skins?"

Fu Cang was not at all disgusted by the name of Goddess Mo. Instead, he thought it sounded nice. He also became a little gentler towards Zhang Liang, whom he had looked down upon before.

"We didn't find it. Xiao Nian said that now is not the season for collecting leather, and it doesn't look like the people here are into wearing leather. It looks like we'll be back empty-handed today."

Zhang Liang let out a long sigh.

"My parents want to sell some leather to buy some salt. We haven't eaten salt for a long time."

It's not just Zhang Liang's family. Except for Mo Xiaonian's family who can still eat salt, other families in the tribe have long run out of salt.

For them, salt is a luxury.

Mo Xiaonian also felt a little distressed.

Life in the tribe was too monotonous before. The people in the tribe had no other skills except hunting. After coming out of the mountains, life really became a problem.

The most important thing is that there are more than 300 people in their tribe now. How to feed these 300 people is the biggest problem after the tribe is established.

The only way out is for these people to reclaim land and farm with her.

Food is the most important thing for people. Only after the tribe completely switched from fishing and hunting to farming could they survive and continue to grow and develop.

But those were all things that happened after the tribe was built.

Everyone returned empty-handed. All the excitement they had felt before disappeared, and the entire tribe became gloomy.

Only Mo Xiaonian was still full of energy and brought back a large bag of hawthorns.

She plans to make candied haws!

There was sugar in her space, but it was difficult for Mo Xiaonian to make the sugar.

The key to making sugar is the heat. It won’t work if it’s too high or too low. Mo Xiaonian ruined two pots as she couldn’t find the right heat. It wasn’t until the third pot that Yue Lu couldn’t stand it anymore and came over to help her make the sugar syrup. Only then did she successfully make some syrup.

Dipping the candied haws was much easier. Mo Xiaonian successfully made the first string of candied haws and placed it on the stone slab. After it cooled down, it could be eaten.

Luhua didn't expect that making candied haws was such a simple thing, and she couldn't help but become eager to try it.

"Xiao Nian, can you let me try it?"

"That's no problem. Come here and I'll share these candied haws with the children."

There were many children in the tribe, and it was impossible to give each of them a bunch, so Mo Xiaonian let them each take a hawthorn.

It is this sugar-coated hawthorn that has spoiled the children in the tribe.

They had never eaten such sweet little fruits.

Luhua felt a sense of accomplishment, and pulled Mo Xiaonian to say, "After our tribe is built, can I make some candied haws and sell them? I'm really tempted after hearing what you said. If I can earn 600 coins a month, I won't have to worry about not being able to get married anymore!"