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

Xiao Tu punched Hu Mu on the shoulder.

"Brother Humu, why are you talking so sarcastic? Our leader values you the most, and the work he assigns to you is the most important!"

"Nonsense, these are all yours, a chicken, a duck, two pig's trotters, a bucket of oil, a bag of rice and a bag of flour, all of which are hard goods. Others will be jealous when they see them."

"What are you jealous of? Yours is the same as mine. But what is this barrel of oil? Aren't we all using lard?"

"This is the oil press that the goddess made. She said this is called soybean oil. It makes the dishes look good and fragrant. Let's go home and try it. If it tastes good, we will open a special oil press in the tribe starting next year, so that every household can have oil!"

"What good thing is this? These are all practical things. Our leader is very thoughtful!"

Hearing Xiao Tu's words, Hu Mu restrained his joking expression and nodded seriously.

"Yes, don't underestimate these things. After we received them, we felt so warm in our hearts. What does this mean? It means that the leader values us and treats us as his family. If we don't work hard for the leader in the future, we will be really sorry for him!"

Xiao Tu smiled and punched Hu Mu again.

"You are right. From now on, my life belongs to the chief. The things the chief sent are really heartwarming. Let's have a good New Year, and then expand the tribe next year and bring back more people. We will not leave any of the Bullfighting Tribe or the Knife Coin Tribe behind and annex them all!"

"I like to hear what you say. I am so happy when I hear it! You can go out and fight without worry. Our army's farmland has a bumper harvest. I have prepared enough food and fodder for you. I guarantee there will be no problems."

While Xiao Tu received his New Year's goods and salary, the soldiers in the military camp had already started taking turns to take holidays.

Now that there are more soldiers, there is no need for two shifts during the Spring Festival holiday. Just leave one team of soldiers on duty.

Although the holiday is short, only two days, these two days are too precious for the soldiers who stay in the barracks all year round.

Mo Xiaonian also felt that Fu Cang’s two-day vacation was too precious.

She and Fu Cang were so busy this year that they were rarely together. Even if they did not go out, they stayed in the tribe and went out early and came back late. They could only talk to each other for a short time at night, and most of the time they were studying how to mine and how to make explosives. They had no chance to say anything else. Therefore, both of them cherished Fu Cang's two-day vacation and wished they could stick together all the time.

Fu Cang is no longer the penniless boy he used to be. He is rich now!

Therefore, what he gave to Mo Xiaonian this year was actually a set of gold jewelry, including two hairpins, a pair of earrings, a necklace, and a gold bracelet.

The most precious thing is that these were made by Fu Cang himself.

He spent a long time learning the craft from the blacksmith in the military camp.

To be honest, the blacksmith was not very skilled in making jewelry, but at least he was much better than Fu Cang. Fu Cang had really learned a lot. The set of jewelry he made for Mo Xiaonian was engraved with patterns. It looked decent from a distance, but a bit rough when viewed up close.

Fu Cang scratched his hair embarrassedly.

"Don't look down on my poor craftsmanship. I find that no matter how I make it, the things I make are not as good as the ones you gave me! The ones you gave me are really too exquisite.

I actually started making these pieces at the beginning of the year, but I didn’t like them after I finished them, so I melted them over and over again until it was close to the Spring Festival, when I felt that I was not in time, so I kept this version.”

Mo Xiaonian looked at the bracelet engraved with patterns, suddenly stood on tiptoes, and kissed Fu Cang on the face.

"No, I know you made these by yourself. I don't think they are rough at all. I especially like these jewelry you made for me.

By the way, I have a gift for you, too. Come in with me."

Fu Cang was extremely looking forward to the gift that Mo Xiaonian would give him. He followed her into the house and looked at the table curiously.

There was a strange rectangular box on the table.

No one knew what material the box was made of, but the body of the box was extremely smooth. Upon closer inspection, one could see that there were dark dragon-shaped patterns engraved on the top of the box. Under the sunlight, the dragon-shaped patterns seemed to come alive, moving around on the top of the box.

Just looking at this box made Fu Cang gasp.

"Oh my god, it's so exquisite, what on earth is inside it?"

Mo Xiaonian reached out to the mechanism at the bottom of the box and pressed it lightly. The mechanism of the box popped open and the box opened, revealing eight swords inside.

There are four knives and four swords here, in large, medium and small sizes, and the shape of each sword is different. Fu Cang took out a flat-bladed machete, and the blade was shining with a cold light, so bright that it could even reflect Fu Cang's face.

"Oh my god, these eight weapons are all top-grade, so sharp that they can cut through hair with a single blow, and they are all so beautiful."

Mo Xiaonian tilted her head towards Fu Cang.

"How do you like it?"

"Of course, I like it so much. Compared with the gifts you gave me, the jewelry I gave you is so rough!"

"That's different. You made these by yourself, and they represent your love. Mine looks really good, but you can buy it with money. Yours is priceless!"

Fu Cang put down the weapon in his hand, picked up Mo Xiaonian, and carried her around the room several times.

Mo Xiaonian could see that Fu Cang was excited.

She didn't expect Fu Cang to like this box so much.

When she exchanged this thing from the Space Mall, she thought that it was so beautiful that she could use it as a handicraft and put it in Fu Cang's office to show off.

But now looking at Fu Cang's appearance, Mo Xiaonian realized belatedly that these weapons can not only be regarded as works of art, they can really become powerful weapons on the battlefield!

"Xiao Nian, why are you always able to find such strange but particularly suitable gifts for me? Every gift you give me really goes into my heart."