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

Mo Xiaonian felt a little resentful.

She seemed a little embarrassed.

However, between saving face and riding in the car, Mo Xiaonian chose to save face and ride in the car.

When she turned around, she could no longer see the hunters who were looking at her with amusement on their faces.

Speaking of the feeling of riding in the car, it is much more comfortable when Fu Cang carries her on his back. Her body is made of bones now, and her chest hurts when she lies on Fu Cang's back. Now that she can sit in the car, she doesn't feel any discomfort at all.

Mo Xiaonian went from sitting upright at the beginning, to half leaning, and finally to Ge You's pose.

By the way, it’s more comfortable to lie down!

When the people in the tribe heard that all the hunters had returned empty-handed today and had not sold any furs, they were immediately filled with gloom.

Many of their families are still waiting for the food they got in exchange for the skins.

But there's nothing anyone can do about it.

That tribe was a hunting and fishing tribe, so the thing they had the most was probably fur. It was normal that the fur they brought could not be sold for a while.

Yuelu encouraged them and said, "It doesn't matter. It's still a long way from the time when the mountains are closed due to heavy snow. We should just follow the same pattern. Hunt and store some food while trying to sell some furs. Even if we can't sell any furs in the end, we can still make clothes and beddings out of these furs so that we don't freeze to death in the ice and snow!"

Yuelu's words finally perked up the hunters, and every household became busy, cooking the extra meat and drying it into jerky, which could be stored until winter as winter food.

These past two days, Fu Cang and his companions went to the market in the morning to see if they could exchange some furs, and went into the mountains to hunt in the afternoon.

When it comes to hunting, Fu Cang is the best hunter in the tribe, and he brings back the most and the best prey. However, when it comes to his wife, everyone in the tribe shakes their heads.

Because Fu Cang would never let Mo Xiaonian help with processing prey and furs, every time Fu Cang processed them, she would stay away, but she would enjoy it very much when eating.

Ever since Mo Xiaonian bought salt and seasonings, the meat she cooked was no longer tasteless. The braised meat made by Yue Lu was especially delicious, and Mo Xiaonian could eat a big bowl of it every time.

According to the rules of the tribe, when the men go out hunting, the women have to do all the housework, such as collecting the prey and processing the fur. This is an unwritten rule passed down in the tribe for hundreds of years.

Therefore, after seeing this, other people in the tribe couldn't help but label Mo Xiaonian as a lazy and gluttonous person.

In this way, Mo Xiaonian became the most idle street dweller in the tribe.

Yuelu didn't think Mo Xiaonian was lazy and gluttonous, but she felt that the child was too delicate and difficult to raise.

Yuelu was a loner and could not go out hunting, so all the prey Fucang brought back would be shared with Yuelu, who would then take over the tasks of processing the prey and furs, as well as cooking.

They went to the market to sell furs in the morning these two days and did not gain anything. A few people exchanged furs for some daily necessities, but most of the hunters returned empty-handed. As time went on, these hunters became anxious.

In the evening of that day, Yue Lu called Fu Cang, Mo Xiaonian, and Feng Ming into her tent.

Fengming has been quite quiet since the last time Guo Laoliu's family was poisoned by mushrooms.

He felt that he had been marginalized by the tribe.

Yue Lu had no opinion about him. Whenever there was something important, she would call him over to discuss it.

Yuelu had been worried since the morning. When he saw everyone had arrived, he said to them, "We can't stay here too long. The northwest wind has been blowing since this morning. It's cold and humid. I estimate that in half a month, the first snow will fall in this mountain. We must find a suitable place to spend the winter before the snow falls."

Beeping nodded.

"Actually, I wanted to tell you about this, and I've noticed this situation..."

Before Feng Ming finished speaking, Bai Ji suddenly walked in and said to them, "Great Elder, a group of tribal warriors have come to the edge of our camp. They want you to go out and talk to them."

Yue Lu was mentally prepared for this situation. She nodded, stood up, straightened her clothes, took out a string of wolf teeth hanging around her neck and placed it outside her clothes, straightened her braid, and turned around to greet Fu Cang and Feng Ming.

"You two come with me."

Mo Xiaonian didn't know what was going on, so she asked Bai Ji who was left behind.

"Brother Baiji, is something serious going to happen?"

Bai Ji's face was a little gloomy, and he nodded at Mo Xiaonian.

"In fact, our tribe has a very strong sense of territory. For example, there are twelve small tribes in this tribal gathering place. They all formed an alliance through constant fighting. We are now in the territory of these twelve tribal gathering places. We can pass by, but we cannot stay here. The tribal warriors who came here today are here to drive us away."

“How miserable!”

Bai Ji raised his hand like an older brother to help Mo Xiaonian tidy up her messy hair.

"It doesn't matter. We are still here as warriors. We will protect the people of the tribe. Besides, we have no intention of settling here. There will be no problem through the negotiation of the great elder."

As expected, the negotiation went smoothly. The settlement allowed the Yueluo Tribe to temporarily settle here, but the stay could not exceed half a month.

Yuelu stuffed the wolf fang on his neck back into the collar of his clothes, and continued to talk about the previous topic with Fucang Fengming and the others.

"We won't stay here for that long. The most important thing now is to get the hunters to sell their furs in exchange for winter clothing and food. But now this matter is not going smoothly. Fu Cang, do you have any way to solve this problem?"

Fu Cang turned his head to look at Mo Xiaonian, and when he saw her nod to him encouragingly, he knew that the time had come.

"I do have an idea. The hunters' furs can't be sold for a while, and we are running out of time to stay in this market. If it doesn't work, I will discuss with Xiao Nian and use our silver to buy the furs in our tribe first.

Although we don’t need so many furs, the most important thing now is to keep the people in the tribe alive.”