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

After such operations, the connection between soldiers and civilians became closer, and there was a sense of close relationship between the military and the people.

Mo Xiaonian sat next to Fu Cang, wearing a cloak made of white fox fur and a large hood.

This was the New Year's gift given to her by Fu Cang and Yue Lu. The white fox was hunted by Fu Cang in the mountains, and the cloak was sewed by Yue Lu.

When Mo Xiaonian saw this gift, she was extremely surprised.

She knew that white foxes were a very rare species in Qiyu Mountain. It was extremely difficult to sew such a cloak with pure white fox fur. Fu Cang probably started hunting in the mountains to accumulate fur after settling here, so that he could let Mo Xiaonian wear this cloak on the Spring Festival.

Fu Cang and Yue Lu prepared for such a long time, but Mo Xiaonian didn't even notice it. This shows how dedicated they are to this matter.

The women in the tribe were all looking at Mo Xiaonian with envy.

Their men used to be hunters, and they knew how precious Mo Xiaonian's body was.

Mo Xiaonian looked so beautiful after putting on this cloak.

The white cloak makes her skin look even whiter, like a snow elf.

After Mo Xiaonian put on the cloak, she didn't feel cold at all even when sitting outside. She watched the people and soldiers dancing around the campfire with great interest.

They seemed to be dancing a dance unique to the Yueluo tribe. With every move they made, there was a feeling of worshiping the moon. It was particularly beautiful.

Fu Cang handed her a small bowl filled with slices of meat from the roasted leg of lamb.

"The meat is already cooked. Eat it while it's hot. If it gets cold, it will have a strong fishy smell and won't taste good."

Mo Xiaonian looked at the dry roasted lamb leg and always felt that something was missing.

"Wait for me a moment."

Mo Xiaonian turned his back perfunctorily and took out a bag of barbecue ingredients.

This is a recipe she made herself. The chili peppers were grown in the field, and the cumin powder, five-spice powder and garlic powder were bought from the mall. She mixed them together to create a barbecue seasoning with an excellent taste.

"Fu Cang, try this. After sprinkling it on, the barbecue will taste even better."

Mo Xiaonian ate it with gusto. After Fu Cang tasted it, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

After sprinkling these powders, the roasted lamb legs become more spicy and delicious, and the mutton smell is completely covered up.

"This is much more delicious! I didn't expect peppers and roasted lamb legs to be such a perfect match!"

"Of course. Our peppers have so many uses. We must plant them on a large scale next year. If we grow a lot, we can form a caravan and take the peppers as a premium seasoning to more distant places and sell them for a lot of money!"

"Okay, let's do this. Are you cold, Xiaonian?"

"It's not cold. This cloak is really warm after I put it on. You and grandma really took a lot of effort."

Fu Cang scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"There is so little I can do for you. Whenever I think of this, I feel extremely guilty.

I thought you would be happy to receive this gift, so after our tribe was built here, I would go hunting in the mountains whenever I had the chance. I didn’t expect that I would actually make this cloak for you before the Spring Festival. Do you like it?”

Mo Xiaonian nodded vigorously: "I really like it! Thank you, husband!"

Mo Xiaonian's words made Fu Cang's heart beat faster, and he wished he could rub Mo Xiaonian into his bones.

It was approaching midnight, and the people's enthusiasm for dancing had waned a lot.

They were really exhausted from the night.

Mo Xiaonian felt a little sleepy, so he supported his chin with his hand and spoke to Fu Cang with half-closed eyes.

“I think we’re still missing something.”

"Hmm? Missing something?"

Mo Xiaonian suddenly snapped his fingers.

"I remember now, we are short of wine! If we had wine, these people would be even more enthusiastic and the atmosphere would be more lively."

Fu Cang smiled and shook his head.

"Wine is made from grains. We have just had our fill, so we may have to postpone the winemaking process."

"It's okay. Next year we will have a bumper harvest, and we will have enough grain to make wine. I have a feeling that next year's Spring Festival will be even more lively, with wine, meat, singing and dancing!"

"Then I will borrow your blessing!"

Mo Xiaonian wanted to say something to Fu Cang, but Yue Lu came over and called both of them up.

Midnight is coming soon. According to the tradition of the Moonfall Tribe, the leaders of the tribe will hold a moon worship ceremony when midnight comes, praying to the Moon Goddess to bless the tribe, and have good weather and success in the coming year!

Yue Lu was wearing a moon-white robe with a string of wolf teeth hanging around her neck. Her half-white hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and she really looked like an immortal.

Yuelu had already arranged for someone to set up a table, on which were placed grains and fruits.

Fu Cang, Yue Lu, Mo Xiaonian and Feng Ming stood in front of the table. Fu Cang burned incense and Yue Lu prayed and paid homage to the Moon Goddess.

After the ceremony was over, Mo Xiaonian felt that she could hardly open her eyelids.

Fu Cang carried her back home helplessly, took off his cotton coat, and stuffed her into the warm bed.

"Look at how sleepy you are. Go to bed quickly!"

Although Mo Xiaonian had his eyes closed, he still grabbed Fu Cang's arm accurately.

"Wait a minute, my husband. I have a gift for you too!"

"Don't worry, it won't be too late to give it to me tomorrow, just go to sleep."

"No, no matter what you do, you have to have a sense of ceremony, okay? I must give it to you on this special day! Well, go and study it yourself!"

Mo Xiaonian placed a very delicate wooden box in Fu Cang's arms, then turned over and fell asleep.

Fu Cang shook his head helplessly, got out of bed quietly, and opened the box under the oil lamp.

The moment the box was opened, Fu Cang's eyes suddenly lit up and all sleepiness disappeared.

What Mo Xiaonian gave him was a particularly small and exquisite arm crossbow.

The crossbow is made of fine steel and is jet black in color, but it is particularly bright.

Fu Cang took out the crossbow while holding his breath.

He was particularly talented in this area. After seeing this thing, he knew that it was worn on the forearm, and the arm muscles were used to control the crossbow arrows.

There were also fifty crossbow arrows in the box, which were particularly sharp.

Fu Cang really couldn't wait any longer, so he figured out how to install the crossbow on his forearm, and quietly left his yard with two crossbows.