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

Mo Xiaonian bit her lips and nodded. When she looked at the string of wolf fangs again, she couldn't help but feel awe in her heart.

She solemnly put the wolf fang on Fu Cang's neck.

"Since the wolf fang has been passed down to you, we will definitely make the tribe stronger and stronger, and ensure that the tragedy that happened before will never happen again."

"Well, as long as we are here, that kind of thing will never happen again.

Sometimes before, I would feel that being a leader is too tiring. It would be better to be an ordinary person and stay with you every day. I would farm and hunt to support the family, and you could stay at home peacefully without having to do anything. You just need to dress yourself up beautifully every day. I think that kind of life is a good life.

But ever since I put on this string of wolf teeth, that thought has disappeared.

If we want our family to be stable, then our tribe must become strong. As long as we are still weak, the tragedy of twenty years ago will definitely happen again.

Rather than letting your and my fate be in the hands of others, it is better to firmly control it in your own hands. As long as I am here, I will never let you live in fear. That is what I should do as a man! "

Mo Xiaonian kissed Fu Cang on the face.

"This is my good husband. Now that you are awake, let's get up. It's a rare day of leisure, and I don't want to spend it just lying in bed."

When Luhua and Yuelu saw the two people get up, they hurriedly started to boil water and prepare to cook dumplings.

They made these dumplings right after they got up in the morning.

The Yueluo tribe did not have the tradition of eating dumplings on the morning of the first day of the New Year. They just ate the leftovers from the night before.

Mo Xiaonian mentioned it at the time, saying that it was a tradition in her family to eat dumplings on the morning of the first day of the New Year. As a result, Yuelu and Luhua took it to heart and got up early to make two kinds of dumplings, one with pork filling and the other with beef filling.

Mo Xiaonian pulled Fu Cang and came over following the scent.

"Oh, Grandma, Sister Luhua, you guys have made so many dumplings?"

Yuelu said with a smile: "That's right, we are just waiting for you, the lazy little guy, to wake up, so that we can cook dumplings!"

Mo Xiaonian embarrassedly took Yue Lu's hand.

"Grandma, you haven't eaten yet? It's so late, aren't you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, not hungry. These delicious dumplings will just fill my stomach and I can eat more.

You two have worked hard for a year, and today, no matter what, you should have a good rest."

"It's okay. We are young and don't feel tired."

After eating the dumplings, Mo Xiaonian was eager to see the power of the crossbow.

It just so happened that Fu Cang hadn't had enough fun yet, so he brought Mo Xiaonian and Yue Lu into the woods and demonstrated the power of the crossbow to them.

Mo Xiaonian had never played with this thing before, and after seeing the power of this arm crossbow, he was also shocked.

"Is this crossbow so powerful? It can shoot so deep into the tree trunk from such a distance. If it were a human, it would have pierced right through it!"

Fu Cang looked at Mo Xiaonian suspiciously.

"Isn't it because this crossbow is so powerful that you gave it to me?"

Mo Xiaonian's brain was still working very quickly. He was stunned for a moment, then he said, "Ah? Yes, I know this thing is very powerful and is especially suitable for you to use as a hidden weapon, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful! This can definitely be used as a powerful weapon!"

Fu Cang nodded, then showed an embarrassed expression.

"Xiao Nian, can I discuss something with you?"

"What's going on? Why are you so embarrassed?"

“I want to ask you if you can ask the craftsman to dismantle this crossbow and see if I can make it myself.

The power of this arm crossbow is really great, and when it is hidden in the sleeve, it can have an unexpected effect when attacking the enemy, so I want to make a few more.

It's just that this crossbow is a gift from you, and I treasure it very much. But now I actually want to dismantle it. I'm afraid you will be unhappy, so I want to discuss it with you."

Mo Xiaonian did not answer Fu Cang immediately, but lowered his head and thought for a while.

The internal structure of this crossbow is extremely delicate. Mo Xiaonian doesn't think it can be produced with the current level of craftsmen.

But since Fu Cang wants to give it a try, I can only support him and let him go for it.

So Mo Xiaonian showed a relaxed expression.

"Why not? I believe that the craftsmen under your command are all skilled workers. With this as a reference, they will definitely be able to imitate it."

Fu Cang finally let go of his anxious heart.

"That's great, Xiao Nian. I knew you would support me. Don't worry, even though the crossbow is so exquisite that my craftsmen can't imitate it, they can still restore the disassembled crossbow."

Mo Xiaonian nodded vigorously, patted Fu Cang's shoulder and said, "What if... I mean what if, it doesn't matter if this arm crossbow is not restored. If it really doesn't work, I will give you another one during the Chinese New Year next year!"

Although it is next year, Fu Cang was still moved.

Although Mo Xiaonian is a delicate little girl, she has always been the strongest support behind me.

Because there were so many things to do, Fu Cang started working on the second day of the New Year.

The construction of the blast furnace for iron smelting began in the tribe, and because mining iron ore was too important, on the first trip, Fu Cang, Hu Mu, and Cang Lu led a team of fifty people and headed straight for the mountain where the iron ore belt was hidden.

Now that Fu Cang is gone, Mo Xiaonian has no free time.

There is still about a month before spring plowing. The people in the tribe can't sit still anymore. They run to Yuelu's office to ask about farming matters and want to get the seeds as soon as possible. The office is crowded with people every day.

When Yuelu saw the current situation, she discussed it with Mo Xiaonian and asked Mo Xiaonian to register and distribute seeds to them door to door. Then she held a meeting and called all the people who wanted to farm. Yuelu, Luhua and Yinzhi taught them how to farm and some things they needed to pay attention to.

Mo Xiaonian's hands were sore from writing, but there was nothing he could do as there were not many literate people in the tribe.

Before, this kind of things were all done by Fengming, but after the Chinese New Year, Fengming and Linghua had already started preparing for the construction of the clinic, so they really had no time.

Mo Xiaonian kept doing this for half a month and finally ensured that the seeds were distributed to every farmer.

Before Mo Xiaonian could breathe a sigh of relief, the beeper came again.

The land for building the clinic has already been marked out, right next to the administrative hall, but the ground has not thawed yet, so there is no way to dig the foundation.

Fengming and Linghua asked a carpenter to make a medicine cabinet, and put all the medicinal herbs they had collected during this period into different categories.

Before, the two people felt that they had collected a lot of medicinal herbs and could help the villagers get rid of their illnesses.

Just after this sorting, Feng Ming realized that these medicinal materials were still far from enough. Even the most common medicinal materials were now missing several types, and some of the most common medicines could not be prepared.