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The next morning, they saw the traces of the wind and snow and the wild beasts outside the hut.

The already low fence had been completely torn down, and the place where the prey was placed was a mess, now covered in snow. The dark forest stands still in the distance.

With the help of Du Bai and Du Na, Mo Shi slowly moved to the center of the village.

Their father, Dubins, went into the forest to hunt despite being seriously wounded.

Even if the recovery ability of the snowdrifter orcs far exceeds that of the Mostone race, this level of injury should not be underestimated—but life forces this place not to allow for a day of slackness. Slackness means hunger. In the Arctic Cold, for the energy-hungry orcs, hunger means death.

Mo Shi walked slowly with the help of the siblings.

It's a quiet and humble town, with roads made of mud and houses made of stones. All houses are simply constructed, with low balustrades enclosing their prey.

On the way, I met some villagers, and they all stopped to look at Mo Shi.

- He is a slender figure with no hair on his face or hands, wearing a black cloak and a black hood. It stands out too much among the many orcs.

Mo Shi still remembers that his height was about one hundred and eighty centimeters.

Using myself as a ruler, it can be seen that most of the male orcs here are two meters two or three tall, while the females have a significant body difference with the males and are relatively slender. Despite this, it also seems to be more powerful than Moshi.

The girl Duna has not completely taken off the form of a puppy, and is as tall as Mo Shi's shoulders.

Even if it was such a girl, when Mo Shi was about to find it difficult to walk, she had no difficulty carrying most of Mo Shi's weight and asked if she needed to carry him on her back. Mo Shi smiled bitterly and shook his head and refused.

Makka greets him and prepares a separate room for him.

The house in the center of the village had at least one bedroom, and there were more members of Maika's family. He lives with his brother's family.

When Mo Shi took off his hood, he could feel that all the people in the room were staring at his ears.

It was a pair of grey-green canine eyes.

Mo Shi knew in his heart that he was not a local nobleman, and even if the other party took care of him like this, there would probably be no reward in the end. But he did need shelter and food, so he couldn't say no.

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With the help of the patriarch's family, Moshi soon designed a more practical spinning wheel and began experimenting with making models of looms.

Compared to spinning wheels, looms are much more complex.

For Mo Shi, it is not something that can be quickly designed by just a flash of inspiration in his mind.

He remembered a little bit about looms:

The earliest loom was a loom that sat on the ground. Using heald rods, warp sticks and weft knives, stepping on the warp sticks of the loom with your feet, holding the weft beating wooden knife in the right hand to tighten the weft, and the left hand is making a gesture of throwing the weft lead. There is no frame, one end of the rolling shaft is tied to the waist, the other end of the warp beam is pedaled with both feet and the fabric is tensioned, the warp yarn is divided into two layers according to the odd and even number with the warp stick, the warp yarn is lifted with the heald rod to form a shed, the weft is drawn with a bone needle, and the weft is beaten with a weft knife.

Later, the bias loom was invented. The bias loom is equipped with a frame, and the warp surface and the horizontal frame are inclined at an angle of fifty or sixty degrees, and there is an opening device for the foot pedal heald. The weaver can sit and use his hands and feet at the same time, and his productivity is greatly improved.

...... Knowledge is knowledge, and how to really implement it has become a difficult problem for Moshi.

What does the so-called heald rod, warp rod, and weft knife look like?

Under what conditions can they be easily combined?

These are all things that need to be experimented, improved, and adjusted again and again.

However, the existing technological conditions are not available, and there is not even paper and pen. For Mo Shi, there are not enough tools to craft (the tools used by the orcs are all too cumbersome for him to handle).

What's more, his physical strength does not allow him to carry out a larger range of activities.

At the same time, Moshi was quick to notice that in this orc society, people were more focused on hunting: most of their livelihood came from hunted animals, they ate meat, wore fur, and went into the forest hunting grounds every day to toil for a living.

It is not without currency, but the use of currency is very low, and most of the villagers barter for goods, continuing the ancient rules.

The institution of marriage here is for the purpose of procreation, which is compulsory and subject to religious practices.

There are no more than ten literate people among the villagers, and even fewer books.

In short, no matter how you look at it, it is a very backward society, and it is a sluggish corner of normal evolution.

Because they are tired of making a living, everyone lives according to the ancient law, and it is difficult to break through.

All in all, change seems difficult.

Giving up the loom for the time being, Moshi begged for some hunting tools from the patriarch to study, noting that they were wielding heavy metal knives, spears, and rough bows and arrows.

He designed a more elaborate trap, but found that the iron-smelting technology was too backward to meet the standards.

He tried to change the shape of the blade, but found that the metal ore here was not pure enough to be difficult to modify. Further purification is too difficult for the status quo.

He turned to optimizing the bow and arrow structure and making bows and crossbows, which did help the villagers hunt to some extent.

But all these attempts have only brought him a very small amount of civilization boost index, about 0.0005, which is very few.

Mo Shi failed to unlock any other spells and memories.

The Blue Bird noticed his anxiety and discussed the issue with him:

"Orcs are not human beings after all, and they rely more on talent than tools when hunting. In addition, it is now a winter of heavy snowfall, and all advanced technologies cannot be transmitted to the outside world, and the progress of civilization will inevitably be slow. I think that when the number of transmission routes increases, the propulsion value will increase rapidly. 』

"I have no memories of the past, no experience. I can only do what I can. ”

"How did you feel when you helped these indigenous people?"

"Mood?"

Hearing the blue bird ask like this, Mo Shi was stunned.

He realized that he had never been good at expressing emotions and describing emotions.

But he knew that he felt at ease and pleasure in giving practical help to the orcs, and that it was only when he imagined how to open up the world that he felt himself breathing as if he were walking in the sun.

"Sir, I think it's because your memories are sealed, and there's a good chance you'll have some confusion of memory fragments and emotional bands. In fact, most of your memories are gone. As a result, your teenage memories will increase and become more likely to be in the acute response zone. 』

"You mean, I'm a human teenager now, hairy lad. ”

"Yes, of course, you're young on the outside and on the inside. That's what I mean. Therefore, I fully understand your impetuousness and unstable life. 』

The blue bird actually sounded a little gloating.

"I shouldn't have been so young?"

Bluebird didn't answer, instead began humming an old song that was categorized as "rock 'n' roll style".

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Moshi decided to take a break to explore a more suitable plan for advancing civilization.

When it snowed, Moshi asked Jade Bird to turn off the translation system and teach him how to actually use the local language.

When it wasn't snowing, Mo Shi walked around the courtyard with a bluebird.

He gradually got used to the gaze of the alien race on him.

He knew they weren't going to hurt themselves for a while.

Mo Shi sometimes jokes that he thinks of himself as a novelty animal in captivity for these toiling villagers to watch.

In fact, there are really a few old people in the village who pass by here every day, sit opposite him and look at him, from time to time with their hands folded and chanting scriptures. There don't seem to be many elderly orcs here, though. It is difficult for young children in difficult places to survive, and it is difficult for adults to enter old age safely.

Occasionally, Du Bai and Du Na would come here to see Mo Shi, check the frostbite on his hands, and rub them for him. The palms of boys and girls are soft and warm, with fluff on the outside and thick pads on the inside.

Moshi was happy to chat with them because he was bored.

But Duna Dubo could not stay long, they had housework to do.

Mo Shi could see that most of the people in the village looked down on Duna Dubo and her family. The reason is that their family has not produced a good hunter for a long time, and it is a weak and useless burden—this is what Duna told Mo Shi.

Every time Duberdona came, Moshi would ask their father if he had caught a new game.

The answer is always no.

"Aren't there two complete behemoths left after the last blizzard?" Mo Shi didn't know why the number of behemoths was so important.

"Even if we don't eat ourselves, our family of four needs to prepare at least four giant beasts. The half-human girl Duna replied to him, "Our family delivered one less last time, and this time it can't be less." ”

"Delivered, to whom?"

"Dukes and kings. She told Moshi, "Every six months during the winter, the black dog knights and tax collectors who collect taxes come to the villages. ”

According to the calculation of the blue bird, the time of a day and night in this world is about the same as the "earth day", and the orbital period is also about the same, which means that Mo Shi can judge the time more easily. The year is traditionally divided into 24 months, and the month is divided into three weeks of a five-day cycle.

"Six months...... How many days are left until the next tax collection?"

"In less than three weeks, the Duke's tax collector will be here. Mom went around asking for help, hoping to borrow some fur or pieces of meat, but ...... After all, hunting behemoths is not easy. ”

The girl looked worried.

Noticing his sister's uneasiness, Du Bai tightened the hem of her skirt.

The puppy's dark eyes blinked, arousing the instinctive human affection. Mo Shi couldn't help but reach out and touch his head, and the boy also rubbed it in his palm, very comfortable, asking him to scratch the root of his ear again.

"The evening star is already visible, we should go back and make dinner. The elder sister took his hand and bowed slightly to Mo Shi in farewell, "Let's go, Du Bai." We'll see Mr. Morse again tomorrow. ”