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

So Fu Cang smashed a few more and ate them.

"I never realized before that there are such delicious things wrapped in pine cones!"

"Now you know!"

"Xiao Nian, you are really amazing. You said this thing is very valuable in Wangyou City?"

"It's quite valuable. People there have eaten it before and know it's delicious. They're willing to buy it even if it's expensive. I just saw that the forest there is full of red pines, and now is the season when pine nuts are ripe. We can take advantage of this opportunity to pick more, and then take them to Wangyou City to sell after we build the tribe. This can be considered as earning our first pot of gold after settling down!"

Yuelu is the great elder of the tribe. Whenever something happens, the first people he thinks of are all the people in the tribe.

So she said to Mo Xiaonian, "That's great. We're just sitting here doing nothing anyway. Xiaonian, can I tell this news to other people in the tribe? If they want to make money, let them do it themselves. It's better than having no money in their pockets!"

"That's no problem. What I meant by telling you is that I want everyone in the tribe to make money together. But this matter cannot be forced. I think there will definitely be people who disdain this. We won't force such people."

"I understand. It's all voluntary. We won't force it."

Yuelu told this matter to the people in the tribe, but not many were interested.

They knew how much a piece of fine fur could be sold for, but they never knew that someone would spend money to buy something called pine nuts. This was simply unbelievable to them, and they didn't think they would go to Wangyou City in the future. That was the place of Dahuan Kingdom, which was both strange and distant to them.

Yuelu looked at the wooden expressions of the villagers in the tribe and felt very disappointed.

They didn't seem to have a strong desire to change their current living conditions, which made her a little anxious.

Xiong Ben and Xiong Fei were very disapproving of Yue Lu's words.

What's so valuable about pine nuts? Can they be more valuable than wild boars? It's not hard enough to get that little thing!

Mo Xiaonian saw that the people in the tribe were not very interested in these pine nuts, so she didn't need to rush Fu Cang to pick them. The next day, she asked Fu Cang to pick up a pile of large stones and make a charcoal-making stove with yellow mud.

Burning charcoal is a laborious task, but fortunately it is quite novel. Sickle, Baiji and others are very interested in it. They come over and join Fu Cang in quickly steaming a pot of wood.

This was the first time for Mo Xiaonian to burn so much charcoal. She had learned these things before in the wilderness survival training class, but had never made them by herself. Now it was her first time and she was not sure about it. Therefore, when the first pot of charcoal was successfully burned, Mo Xiaonian excitedly exclaimed and grabbed Fu Cang's arm and patted him.

"We succeeded. If we store the charcoal, we can light a charcoal pot in the cave to keep warm in winter. That will really keep us warm!"

Fu Cang picked up a charcoal stick, looked at it from left to right, and scratched it on the ground twice.

“You can even write on this!”

"Of course, Fu Cang, let me tell you, this kind of charcoal is very useful. It can be used for heating, writing, barbecue, hot pot, and water purification. This time we won't use elm bark, but charcoal. The effect will be better!"

"That's great! Then let's burn more charcoal so you won't be cold in winter."

"Okay, but I still need to emphasize that when using charcoal for heating, you must pay attention to ventilation. Never do it in a closed environment. Carbon monoxide poisoning is very serious. It will kill you directly and there is no way to save you."

Fu Cang nodded.

He still had a lot of things to do, so while he was burning charcoal, he cut a lot of long branches and brought them back. He used ropes made of vines to secure them and made a large wooden frame, which he brought into the cave.

This frame was made completely according to the size of his house. When Fu Cang put the wooden frame on it, their house suddenly changed from a flat surface to a three-dimensional one, and Mo Xiaonian immediately felt safe.

"Fu Cang, you are so awesome, aren't you? Now we can truly have a home!"

Fu Cang was happy to hear Mo Xiaonian praising him, and although he was very happy in his heart, he still spoke with a blank expression on his face.

"This is just the beginning. I will go out and chop down trees, fill all the gaps on the four outer circles with wood, and use fur to block the entrances and exits. This will not only keep you warm and strong, but outsiders won't be able to see what we're doing inside, so you'll be more comfortable no matter what you do."

Fu Cang's actions made other women jealous. They looked at their men and sighed in their hearts.

Forget it. It’s already a great fortune that I’m still alive from the flood to now. As for the rest, don’t think too much. After all, comparison will only make you more angry!

The one who felt the most unbalanced among them was Linghua.

Neither she nor her father had any manual skills, and for a long time they had been just like other people, drawing a circle and treating it as their home, eating and living in it.

It would have been better if there was no comparison before. After all, everyone is like this and no one needs to laugh at anyone else.

But look now, Fu Cang only took one day to build a simple little house for Mo Xiaonian. In comparison, Linghua felt so uncomfortable.

She threw the piece of wood in her hand to the ground, hugged her knees and felt an urge to cry.

Beeping frowned.

"What are you doing?"

"Dad, look at what Fu Cang has become now. In his eyes, there is no one else except Mo Xiaonian! Yue Lu is the chief elder of the tribe, and you are the chief priest. The two of you are still living in the open air. Why did he build a wooden house for Mo Xiaonian? Isn't this infuriating!"

Fengming sighed, and then said to Linghua earnestly: "Linghua, you really shouldn't have such thoughts. Didn't you see that Yuelu didn't say anything, but was very happy to help them? Now that the tribe has come to this point, we must not have the idea of being superior to others, and the mentality of being served by others.

And after all these things, I now admire Mo Xiaonian. She is still a child, but she is so amazing. She knows a lot of things and her medical skills are also very good. Most importantly, she has repeatedly led the tribe out of danger. I think it was wrong for me to be blindly jealous of her before. After we are all settled, I will go and apologize to her!"