The little wild boar, which had been hungry for a few days, had become much more docile, and Xiao Yiran had already seen that this was a little female wild boar. As the wound on his hind leg gradually healed, he also began to eat the grass that Xiao Yiran threw in. Whenever Xiao Yiran stood in front of the pigsty surrounded by branches, looking at the wild boars grazing inside, he saw in a trance that the little wild boar slowly grew up and became a group of people. The corners of the mouth will always be unconsciously upturned until the mouth is cracked, revealing two small tiger teeth. The two big eyes will also squint into two crooked slits at this time.

I have to admit that the appearance of my host is still very cute. Two thin curved eyebrows, a pair of large and flexible eyes, a straight small nose, slightly wider upper incisors on both sides, symmetrically long two small tiger teeth. The fly in the ointment is that the skin is too dark. There is no way, in order to survive, you can only work in the sun every day, and it is impossible to keep your skin from being tanned by the sun. The height and height are similar to Xiao Yiran's original body, which also confirms the archaeological assertion that with the development of technology, the human body is gradually degrading.

Xiao Yiran occasionally wonders if his reborn ethnic group will be the owner of a famous Paleolithic cultural site in history? Could it be their own ancestors? In view of this, Xiao Yiran will always carve some abbreviated Chinese characters on the tools he uses to make zuò, such as the names of the cities and regions where he lives, such as the era in which he lives, historical events, and so on.

"If I wear it back one day, I will definitely stand at the highest peak of the archaeological world."

Fantasy is always beautiful, but reality is tough. In order to allow the rice he planted to multiply quickly, Xiao Yiran had to find a way to sort out a larger area of land. Along the thin stream of the spring, Xiao Yiran struggled to cut down trees every day. Xiao Yiran first climbed to the tree, cleaned up all the branches that could be cut, and then lit a fire at the root of the tree, and after burning the tree to death, it would no longer grow branches and leaves to block the sun.

The heavy work day after day has made Xiao Yiran's body stronger and more flexible. Looking at the thick calluses on his hands, Xiao Yiran couldn't imagine that if he lived in the era he lived, would he still be able to get married?

Get married? Xiao Yiran couldn't imagine whether she would get married when she became an adult, and she really couldn't bear to live with these primitive ancestors who hardly bathed, washed their hair, or brushed their teeth.

In a month's time, Xiao Yiran sorted out a piece of land with a size of almost three acres, it was too tiring, considering that there was still a period of time before the rice planted, it was better to rest for a few days, and the loom that had been conceived for a long time should also start to make zuò. I don't know if there is winter here, if there is, Xiao Yiran, who has always been afraid of the cold, really doesn't know how to survive the cold winter wearing clothes made of leaves and straw rope.

The loom made by Xiao Yiran was made according to what he saw in the exhibition hall in his memory. At the upper end of the tripod, there is a thick wooden beam connected to serve as the frame of the whole loom, and a sliding frame can be pushed and pulled back and forth in the middle, and the silk around the beam is the warp, and the silk through the shuttle is the weft. Between the push and the pull, there is also a squeaky sound.

"Chirp and chirp, Mulan is a household weaver."

It's just that Xiao Yiran's loom is too big for the attic, and can only be placed on the grass under the trees. When I started to learn to weave, the silk was always broken, and then the silk cloth was unevenly woven and loose. After a few days of contact, Xiao Yiran became relatively familiar, and rarely tore the silk thread again, and the silk cloth slowly became denser.

Every day, there is endless work, feeding pigs, weaving cloth, irrigating the rice fields and pulling weeds, and the soybeans are almost ready to be harvested. The three acres of land that are ready to be used for planting rice should also be planted in the air to loosen the soil when it is cool in the morning and evening. Occasionally, the brine is also dry. The so-called rainy day, you can't wait for the original salt to be eaten before going to dry, in case of an accident, Xiao Yiran doesn't want to eat food without salt. Also, it is necessary to dig up more wild vegetables while the season is suitable, and after using boiling water to soup, dry them in the shade for winter consumption.

Under Xiao Yiran's careful breeding, the little wild boar has grown a lot, almost thirty pounds. It is also becoming more and more docile, occasionally letting it out to forage freely in the grass, and when it is full, it will obediently walk into the simple pigsty by itself. Looking at the wild boar that grew up day by day and became docile day by day, Xiao Yiran thought:

"It would be nice if we could catch a few more pheasants and slowly domesticate them, so that there would be eggs to eat."

The human heart is always difficult to satisfy, and this is also the nature of human beings.

In the blink of an eye, the first batch of rice has been planted for more than two months, and it has already been headed. Xiao Yiran knew that in the era he lived in, in the tropics, rice could be harvested three times a year. Although I don't know if this is the tropic, Xiao Yiran still has to prepare in advance. Three acres of rice cannot be planted at one time, so it is too tiring to harvest, and in case of rainy weather, I am afraid that it will not be harvested. First of all, the remaining half of the rice seedlings were raised, and Xiao Yiran wanted to divide them into four batches to cultivate, and each batch of rice was only planted in seven points, and the seedlings were planted in turns and harvested in turn. In this way, you will not be tired of yourself, and you can be sure that you will have a good harvest no matter the weather.

The soybeans that have long been recovered, those full grains are picked up to make seeds, and planted around the rice fields. For the rest, Xiao Yiran added salt and cooked a part of it as a snack. and put away the rest for food.

Xiao Yiran felt more and more that the attic he built was too small and could only be used for his own accommodation, and now that there is little food, it is okay, and when a large amount of rice is recovered, there is not even a place to store it. With a lot of determination, Xiao Yiran began to rebuild his attic. The bottom plate and the wooden strips that have been around the top were all reinforced, and a layer was added to them to store grain and other sundries.

"This is like a stilted building of the Tujia people, with a storage room on top, a person living in the middle, and a livestock pen below."

Looking at the rebuilt attic, Xiao Yiran said to himself.

When the first batch of rice seedlings were planted, Xiao Yiran was still worried about the season. It was a hot summer when I was first reborn, and now more than four months have passed, and if it was a place with four distinct seasons, it would have been autumn a long time ago. But it's still very hot, and there's no feeling of autumn at all. Xiao Yiran's worried heart couldn't help but let go a little. In the past month, the seedlings in the paddy field have grown to more than his knee height, and the weather has not changed, Xiao Yiran can basically determine that this place should belong to the tropics.

In this way, Xiao Yiran is no longer worried that the first batch of rice will not be harvested, and he is no longer worried about not being able to survive the cold winter.