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

Just because of that great flood, the roads in the mountains that they were familiar with had changed. The previous roads had been buried by silt and could no longer be found.

Stone and Sickle walked in front for a whole day. By the evening they felt exhausted and found Fucang who was eating a rabbit.

“Fu Cang, you should lead the way from tomorrow. This flood has changed the appearance of the mountains so much that we can’t find the way. If we lose our way, it will be terrible. I almost led the team into the ditch several times today. Thanks to the reminder of the Great Elder, I didn’t make any mistakes. The Great Elder said that we are finished, so he asked you to lead the way tomorrow!”

Fu Cang raised his greasy hand and hit the stone and the sickle.

"What a loser! Okay, let's change tomorrow."

When Shitou heard this, he laughed so hard that his mouth almost reached his ears.

"Okay, now I feel relieved. By the way, Fu Cang, you don't even order some meat for us when you eat here. That's really not nice of you. Hurry up and tear off a thigh for me!"

"The thighs are all given to Xiao Nian, and there are two heads left. You two can each take one."

Fu Cang plucked the rabbit's head off and handed it to the two of them. Shitou took it with a smile, but Bingdao was a little shy and kept glancing in Mo Xiaonian's direction.

"Well... I won't eat it. Give it all to Mo Xiaonian. If it weren't for her, I might have gotten rabies. I've always wanted to come here to thank you, but I never had the nerve to do it."

Mo Xiaonian was still gnawing on a rabbit leg. When she heard what the sickle said, she raised her head and looked at him carefully. Only then did she recognize that he was the man who was lying on the table.

I didn't see his appearance clearly at that time, but looking at him now, Scythe is also a very handsome man.

Mo Xiaonian felt that her luck seemed to have improved after she traveled through time. Unlike before, when most of her colleagues in her unit were half-bald men in their thirties, those high-quality men were really far away from her. But now, any one she met would become a hot commodity in the tribe.

Mo Xiaonian said very proudly: "You're welcome, it's a piece of cake! Is your leg fully recovered?"

Scythe nodded vigorously.

"Everything has recovered. There is no delay in anything."

"That's good. I saw that your injuries were quite serious. You'd better be careful during this period. I think it will take a long time for the inner part to grow."

Shitou suddenly felt that something was wrong with Fu Cang's expression, and hurriedly grabbed the sickle.

"The Great Elder is still waiting for us out front. We'll go back first. Fu Cang, don't forget to switch places with us tomorrow morning!"

Stone walked away in a hurry, dragging the sickle.

Fu Cang glanced at Mo Xiaonian with an unfriendly look.

Unfortunately, Mo Xiaonian didn't notice Fu Cang's expression at all. After eating four rabbit legs, she didn't feel full.

"Fu Cang, can you build a stove for me and light a fire?"

Fu Cang nodded and stood up. After a while, he came back with a bundle of firewood and picked up a few large stones. After some tinkering, he built a simple stove.

"You're not full, are you?"

"It's a bit dry. I want something thinner to drink."

"Do you want to make wild vegetable soup? I'll go pick some wild vegetables for you."

Mo Xiaonian narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"I want to give you something different to eat, so I'll make you some fried noodles. By the way, do we still need to set up the tent before we go to sleep at night? Go and work. By the time you've set up the tent, I'll be done here, too!"

Setting up the tent was a piece of cake for Fu Cang, and it could be done earlier or later. Mo Xiaonian said this now just to get him out of the way and wait for Fu Cang to go out to chop trees. Mo Xiaonian looked around to see that there was no one around, then sneaked into the space and took out a small bag of flour.

With no oil, sugar, or sesame seeds on hand, Mo Xiaonian could only make a simple version, which was to dry-fry the flour in a large iron pan until the flour turned into a burnt red color. Mo Xiaonian let the fried noodles cool down and boiled a clay pot of water.

By the time Fu Cang came back from setting up the tent, Mo Xiaonian had already made two bowls of sticky fried noodles.

"Fu Cang, you've worked hard, drink a bowl quickly."

Fu Cang put down the iron axe in his hand, picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Then he smacked his lips and said curiously, "What is this? Why is it so delicious? It's sticky and has a fragrance."

"This is made by frying flour and then boiling it in water. It's convenient to eat. We don't have anything on hand right now. If we had butter, sugar, sesame seeds, etc., the taste of this fried noodles would be unbeatable. I'll make you another bowl. If you're on the road in the future and don't have anything to eat, you can eat this as a meal."

Fu Cang looked at Mo Xiaonian and there seemed to be little stars in his eyes.

"I thought you couldn't cook, but I didn't expect the food you made was so delicious!"

Mo Xiaonian wanted to say that it’s not that her cooking is delicious, but that you have too little knowledge.

However, Mo Xiaonian would never do such a stupid thing, so she smiled and patted Fu Cang's shoulder.

"That's right. When conditions are better in the future, I will make you a lot of delicious food, and I guarantee you've never eaten it before! Now help me boil a pot of water in the big iron pot. I'll go pack up the tent. Let's soak our feet in hot water before going to bed at night, and then apply hot water to our knees. This will help relieve the fatigue from walking so much and the swelling of our legs, so that we won't be too tired tomorrow."

Fu Cang didn't think that there would be a day when he would be too tired to bear it, but looking at Mo Xiaonian's delicate skin and tender flesh, she was not only different from himself, but also from the other women in the tribe. There was a huge difference.

Sometimes he felt that Mo Xiaonian's skin was like the egg white on the outside of a cooked bird's egg, white and delicate, as if he could break it with a little force.

So Fu Cang obediently boiled water, and Mo Xiaonian dragged his heavy legs to the simple tent that Fu Cang had just set up.

The weather is getting a little cold now. Mo Xiaonian wears two layers of clothes and wraps herself with fur when she sleeps at night so that she won't feel the cold.

She felt that the season now should be autumn and the temperature should be getting lower day by day.

Fortunately, Fu Cang's body temperature was very high, and he was fine before going to bed at night, but after waking up, the two would find that they would hug each other without knowing when.