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

Mo Xiaonian knew that such a backward tribe actually believed in this very much, otherwise the high priest would not have such a high status in the tribe.

However, the High Priest Bee, who had a somewhat sage-like appearance before, was now in a very disheveled state. His white robe was covered in mud, and his neatly combed hair was now messy, making him look more like a lunatic.

Now the rain has stopped, Feng Ming was arranging people to light torches. After hearing what Mo Xiaonian said, Feng Ming's face became very unfriendly.

Why didn't he believe in the dream? Precognitive dreams could only happen to high-level priests like them. Today's incident was actually like being slapped in the face by Mo Xiaonian in public.

Yuelu's face showed excitement and excitement.

She now believed 90% of what Mo Xiaonian said.

She grabbed Mo Xiaonian's hand and held her little hand, which was as cold as ice, tightly in her own palm.

"Good boy, you are definitely a blessing to our tribe! But kid, why are your hands so cold? Are you cold?"

It would have been better if Yue Lu hadn't said anything. After she said that, Mo Xiaonian felt as if someone had sprinkled a handful of itching powder on her throat and she started coughing uncontrollably.

"Oh, kid, why are you coughing so badly? I don't have any Sichuan Fritillaria leaves on hand. What should I do?"

Mo Xiaonian coughed and waved at Yuelu, finally getting over the discomfort. Then, with a flushed face, she said to Yuelu, "It's okay, Great Elder. I just have a sore throat. I'll be fine after a cough!"

At this time, Fu Cang and other soldiers had already picked up everyone at the top of the mountain.

It was hard to describe how miserable these people were now. Not only were their faces filled with fear, but their bodies were also covered in mud, especially Shuanghua, who even lost her shoes. After reaching this safe place, she could no longer support her body, so she sat down against a big tree and burst into tears.

"Oh my god! I'm so scared! Wang Caigen, you bastard, hurry up and get over here with your child! You were just trying to save yourself and even ignored your wife. Who the hell do you think you are!"

Fu Cang and Shitou Yandao were counting the number of people. When they heard Shuanghua yelling, Fu Cang couldn't help but get angry. The machete that had been on his waist flew out of his hand, brushed past Shuanghua's face, and went straight into the trunk of the big tree behind her.

Everyone fell silent. Mo Xiaonian slowly opened her mouth and let out a soft "wow".

Fu Cang was angry!

How terrible!

Will he become a domestic violence man in the future?

Fu Cang's face was even colder than the night sky tonight. Looking at Shuanghua who was dumbfounded, Fu Cang said viciously: "I haven't investigated the matter of you running back to get the things just now! It was because of your reckless behavior that the tribe suffered immeasurable losses. Baiji's wife Chuncao and Luhua haven't come back yet!"

Linghua, who had been with Fengming, ran to Fucang anxiously.

"Fu Cang, what are you talking about? Chuncao and Luhua didn't catch up? There's such a big flood down there. It looks like these two people are in great danger!"

Fu Cang took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

"Now that everyone else has come up, I'll take Baiji and Shitou back to see if I can find them!"

Linghua grabbed Fucang's hand and said, "No, you have seen the flood below. No matter how strong you are, you will be washed away. Although Chuncao and Luhua are members of the tribe, their lives combined are not as valuable as your life!"

Fu Cang frowned and shook off Linghua's hand, looking at Mo Xiaonian.

"Shut up! Baiji, Shitou, are you ready?"

Bai Ji's face was full of gratitude.

"Fu Cang, Linghua is right. Why don't I go down and take a look myself? After all, she is my wife, and I can't just stand by and watch her die. But you just got out of danger, there is no need to risk it again."

"Don't talk shit, just go if you're ready!"

"Wait a moment!"

Mo Xiaonian suddenly spoke, attracting everyone's attention.

An unfriendly look appeared on Fu Cang's face.

Could it be that this little girl also wants to stop me?

Mo Xiaonian actually has some social anxiety. Seeing so many people looking at her, she felt very uncomfortable. While coughing, she handed Fu Cang a bundle of ropes.

"It's very dangerous to go down to rescue. The three of you tie the rope to a sturdy tree, and then tie it around your waists. This will make you safer!"

Fu Cang was very surprised at Mo Xiaonian's behavior and took the rope from her hand.

This is the bundle of ropes that he had kept in the cabinet. He exchanged it for a wild deer when he went to the market. It is very valuable. He didn't expect that Mo Xiaonian would bring this thing out in such an emergency.

"Thank you, don't worry, I will come back safely!"

Fu Cang left with the rope. Mo Xiaonian breathed a sigh of relief, but she felt cold and hungry.

Unfortunately, although the rain has stopped, the top of the mountain is still very humid, and it is impossible to light a fire to keep warm. She can only get closer to the torch stuck in the tree and wrap herself tightly with the animal skin to keep herself a little warm.

Yuelu has already started working with these people.

The flood submerged the way out. Yuelu calculated that they would have to stay here for a while, so she started to clear a large open space with people, and then collected large leaves of banana trees that could block the rain.

These people are really good at hands-on work. The woman sat under a tree, pulled up a lot of vines, rubbed them together, and then weaved several strands together. In a short while, she had made a lot of ropes.

The man began to use these ropes to tie the large leaves in the middle of several large trees. After tying them, he inserted branches in the windward position to fix them, and then covered them with large leaves. When daybreak came, simple tents that could shelter from wind and rain were made.

After this disaster, Mo Xiaonian's salary increased sharply. She didn't have to do anything. After the tent was set up, Yue Lu came over and took her to the largest and most spacious one.

"I see you look very cold. This place can block the wind anyway. You can rest here for a while. When the sun comes out, it will dry out the grass here. Then we can make a fire and cook. Life will be better then."