"yes, it's called a sweater. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info" Lin Xiaoran smiled, and then directly put the knitted sweater on the outside of his animal skin skirt, although it was a little big, but it must be just right after a few months.

Such a strange way of wearing looks very novel, and Lin Xiaoran quickly took off the sweater, although the summer in the woods is not hot, but it is really hot to wear a sweater. Put this in the closet and wear it when it's cold!

Mama's eyes lit up instantly, although this thing called a sweater looked very strange, but Mama's intuition told her that this thing could really help them survive the winter.

"Yinfei, I'll help you measure your size!" Lin Xiaoran smiled and picked up a rope placed in the bamboo basket, this is a rope she specially used to measure the size, after all, it is impossible for anyone to wear a tape measure when they go out to explore......

The phantom nodded obediently, and then walked up to Lin Xiaoran.

Lin Xiaoran helped the phantom measure the width of his shoulders, the circumference of the moon, his waist, and the length of his arms, and then sat down on the stool under the flower gallery again, picked up another ball of wool and started quickly.

Seeing Lin Xiaoran and Mama sitting under the gallery knitting sweaters, the phantom smiled, and then walked out of the small courtyard with a hoe, he wanted to go to the fields to have a look, help weed, and go to the woods to see if he could catch some pheasants, rabbits and other small prey.

Life seems to have returned to its former peace, Lin Xiaoran sits under the flower gallery every day and knits sweaters with Mama, or follows the phantom to the field to see the tender corn that can be eaten immediately, or goes up the mountain to see Yin Fei learn some simple medical skills from him.

Life is at least quite fulfilling......

Lin Xiaoran happily returned to the small courtyard with the first batch of corn ripened in her field, Mama was still sitting under the flower gallery knitting sweaters, since she learned how to weave sweaters, she has been doing one thing, but fortunately, she will be obedient when Xiao Ran tells her to rest, otherwise Lin Xiaoran would have been mad!

Fill the pot with water, Lin Xiaoran skillfully lit the fire, and then put the tender corn she had just picked into the boiling water and boiled it, the special smell filled her nasal cavity, she never thought she could smell it again, this time not only smelled, but also eaten.

"What is this?" Ma Ma looked at the golden~colored corn in the pot curiously, "How come I've never seen this kind of thing?" ”

"I planted this myself, and the seeds were left by my predecessors who lived here before." Lin Xiaoran looked at the corn in the pot and said indifferently, "It's called corn, and it's very fragrant to eat when boiled, but each of us can only eat two this year, and the rest will be left to make seeds!" ”

Although many of the words did not understand the meaning, Mama still nodded reflexively. Looking at the phantom who was chopping wood on the other side of the small courtyard, she silently hooked the corners of her mouth.

After living here for a while, she finally knew that the words that Xiao Ran said when she saw her before were not lies, she was indeed living a good life, living in a house she had never seen before, eating delicious food that she didn't even dare to think about before, and even she could put a sufficient amount of salty crystals in every meal, which was completely different from the life in the tribe.

Seeing Xiao Ran's life so well, Mama's heart was very happy. She doesn't have to collect firewood here, she doesn't have to take care of the children, she just needs to sit under the thing called the flower gallery surrounded by green vines every day, knit a sweater and talk to Xiao Ran. It's like living in a dream!

"I've gone to ask Little Stone before." Seeing Mama continue to knit sweaters with a smile on her face, the phantom came to Lin Xiaoran's side and whispered, "Since I left, everyone in the tribe has made Mama's food, because Mama's cooking is delicious. ”

"It's not like I haven't cooked for the people in the tribe before, why does Mama faint from exhaustion?" Lin Xiaoran was puzzled, when she was still in the tribe before, Mama made a big pot of rice and gave everyone in the tribe a little bit.

"Not like that." Knowing what Lin Xiaoran was thinking, the phantom frowned and reminded, "It's not the kind that makes it for the people in the entire tribe to eat, but the kind that cooks for the tribe." Well......" he was silent for a moment, "it's like the one who roasted everyone from the hunting party before, cooking all the roast meat of the entire tribe, but he was the last one to eat." ”

Listening to the phantom's description, Lin Xiaoran clenched his fists. Should you work for nothing in the tribe if you cook deliciously?

"And you know it. The men of the tribe basically followed the fire to hunt, the women followed Duo'er to gather fruit, and the rest were the children and the leaves that needed to be cared for, so there were very few people who could go to the woods to find wild vegetables. The Phantom said again, "So Mama needs to go out to look for wild vegetables every day, and every time she finds less wild vegetables, she will be sneered at by those people in Do'er!" ”

"How can they do that?" Lin Xiaoran clenched her fists, "Isn't Mama the eldest person in the tribe?" Didn't the people of the tribe respect Mama the most? Why is there such verbal offense? ”

"I don't know." The Phantom shook his head, a little downcast. He was worried that Mama would be sneered at by Doll because of his relationship, and if that was the case, he would be really sorry for Mama.

Lin Xiaoran tried to calm his mood with deep breaths, and the corn in the pot was obviously cooked. Lin Xiaoran took the corn out of the pot and put it on the plate on the side to dry it first, and then looked at Mama who was still sitting under the flower gallery knitting a sweater and shook her head.

After finding a pair of chopsticks, Lin Xiaoran skewered the boiled corn on top of the chopsticks, and then walked in front of Mama with the skewered corn.

"Mama, wait a while and weave, eat corn first." Lin Xiaoran handed the corn in his hand to Mama, then returned to the stove and skewered the other two corns, one to the phantom and the other for himself.

The taste was exactly the same as I imagined, and the sweet corn completely conquered Mama and Phantom. In this era of monolithic tastes, sweet corn is a great delicacy, a delicacy that will keep them coming back for years.

"Xiao Ran is right." Mama suddenly said, "Be sure to keep the rest as seeds, so that there will be more corn next year." (To be continued.) )