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The next morning, the boy Duber went to the village early in the morning to "visit" the spinning wheel.

When Duber returned, he lay down beside Moshi's bed and told him about the many praises that the loom had received.

"Originally, it was a tiring job to spin linen, but now you just need to learn how to operate a spinning wheel. Mom said that if you use the spinning wheel, you would have to work for a week, but you can do it all in one day!"

Du Bai happily gestured, making Mo Shi smile.

"Although I am a boy and my mother does not allow me to help, I know that in fact, every time I have a hemp job, she and my sister rub their hands and swell, and now it's okay, with your spinning wheel!"

Mo Shi nodded: "When I feel better, I will try to make a more convenient spinning wheel and draw the drawings." When the time comes, every household will be able to use the spinning wheel to spin the thread. By the way, there are looms. ”

"Loom?"

"That's a trolley that can help with weaving. ”

"Wow, it's, it's incredible!"

Mo Shi knows that making advanced tools for the villagers here is a win-win.

Because of his special appearance, he was treated as a "nobleman", and by using this trust (privilege), the things he produced were quickly recognized, and then they could be produced, used, and disseminated on a larger scale—undoubtedly contributing to the advancement of civilization.

Moshi is determined to build his original boundaries here and make more attempts.

He looked at the orc child in front of him, feeling calm, and a kind of affection was born.

The puppy arched his head under his hand and asked him to touch his head.

Mo Shi smiled, gently stroking the soft fluff.

The boy purred comfortably from the bottom of his throat and said, "Patriarch Maika came in the morning to thank you and say hello, but you were still sleeping. He brought us something to eat. He said that when it is convenient for the eldest brother to walk, he will let you live in their house. ”

"Why?"

The boy's older sister, Duna, came over at this moment. She carried a wooden bowl with broth.

"Duber, go outside and chop some firewood. Duna said to her brother.

Reluctantly, Duber let out a puppy whimper.

But Duna showed no mercy and tapped him on the head with a rice spoon.

Duber stuck out his tongue and walked out with an axe leaning against the door.

As young as a child, such as Duber, he has already begun to take on heavy tasks such as chopping wood. It seems that this is the current situation here, with a shortage of labor, a harsh natural environment, and a difficult life.

The orc girl sat down on the edge of the Mo Stone.

Compared to her younger brother, her appearance is almost close to that of an adult dog, with a slender snout, erect ears, and a fluffy gray tail sticking out of her back.

These days, Du Na is in charge of taking care of Mo Shi's daily life.

She made a "bed" for him out of twigs and hay, and covered it with sackcloth and hides.

"You just asked about the patriarch?"

Mo Shi nodded.

"The patriarch wants you to stay in their house because he is afraid that we will not be able to feed you. The girl sighed softly, "Indeed, my father was not a good hunter, and he often failed to catch his prey. Others said he was too timid and weak. If you see that we live on the edge of the village, you will probably understand. ”

Mo Shi reacted and nodded slightly.

He now knows that nodding his head here in affirmation, shaking his head in no, and greeting each other is by doing a "face wipe" and shaking hands.

Mo Shi asked her, "Do all the people in the village make a living from hunting?"

"Of course. ”

"What about the crops?"

"You mean winter hemp?"

"......No," Mo Shige, gesturing to the bowl, "I mean these grains in the soup you made me." ”

"These were specially brought by Patriarch Maika, and there is only a small bag. ”

Duna explained, smoothing out the futon with her furry fingers.

"Grains are imported from the southernmost point. These in the patriarch's house are said to have been brought back a long time ago when someone in the village went out to do business - we don't eat this kind of thing, we can't eat enough. However, I heard that the aristocratic lords occasionally eat it. ”

Mo Shi looked at the bowl in his hand.

Is the grain that survived decades ago......

However, given the cold here, it may not be inedible.

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In his deep sleep at night, Mo Shi was awakened by a commotion.

Because he "has no fur, I am afraid that he will not be able to stand the cold", he always wears animal skins at night and sleeps close to Duberduna. When he woke up, he found that Duber and Duna had sat up, and their parents were not in the house.

The light of the fire illuminates the room, and the wind blowing through the cracks in the door panels makes the light and shadow sway.

The domestic guinea pigs clinged to each other, huddled in the north corner, trampling the charcoal everywhere. They appear alert and restless.

After all, Mo Shi is a human being, and it takes a while to go from deep sleep to wake.

He noticed that the siblings were equally tense, staring in the same direction and wrinkling their snouts—a typical canine look of hostility.

"What's going on?" Mo Shi asked softly as he fumbled for the staff pressed into the straw pile beneath him.

After these few days of getting along, Mo Shi has clearly realized that he is an excessively weak and difficult race to survive in this world, and he is far from being as sharp and strong as "Snowwalker", and he has no rich fur to protect himself.

He needs to rely on the protection of these orcs.

Duber leaned against his arm, and when he asked, he leaned closer.

"It seems that a herd of giant beasts has come in from the forest during the snowstorm...... "The puppy looked panicked, "Dad and Mom said to protect the prey......"

"This happens in the coldest winters. Duna still looked alarmingly towards the southern corner, her neck raised and her ears pricked up.

"Sister, I'm afraid ......"

"What are you afraid of!"

The howl of the blizzard was faintly the sound of dogs roaring and the neighing of wild animals. After a while, something slammed into the south wall, and the whole cabin shook a little. Duber slammed into the quilt and whined, begging for protection.

After that, there was a roar and metal crashing from outside the house.

I don't know how long it took, but the snowy night was silent again.

The wind was blowing, and the trees were rustling. It was a voice that Moshi could hear. And for the siblings around them, they may be able to hear more details.

One of the proofs is that Duna stood up, rushed to the door and opened it.

"Daddy!"

The adult male orc, covered in blood and supported by his wife, Gina, collapsed to the ground as soon as he entered the room.

There were two rows of terrifying teeth on his shoulders, and blood was still gurgling from the hole. I'm afraid the joints are out of place and the shoulder blades have been shattered.

"Has the beast already gone when it broke into the village?" Daddy, how is the prey?" asked Duna hurriedly.

Seeing that his father did not answer, he turned his head to look at his mother.

Mother shook her head.

The room fell silent for a moment.

After a moment, Duna asked in a trembling voice, "How much?"

The woman lowered her head: "Two ends." ”

"...... at both ends"

This seems to be a very serious matter. The puppy sitting next to Mo Shi was also silent at this time. Moshi could feel its claws shrink gently on the futon.

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about it. At this time, the man barely sat up, and a small piece of fur was also ripped off from his forehead, looking embarrassed, "There is still half a month before the day of tax collection, and Dad can hunt new prey." ”

"But we didn't pay the taxes last time, and if this time it's the same—"

"Alright, let's go to sleep. He interrupted his daughter's frightened words.

The male orc looked at Mo Shi who was sitting on the bed again.

"My lord, I'm afraid you'll have to move to the patriarch's house tomorrow. There was real helplessness in his tone, "We, we are really ......"

Mo Shi nodded.

Doober, the little dog, reached out and grabbed his cuffs.

That night, Moser lay with the Dobbins family, all with their eyes open in the darkness of the blizzard, until the morning came, and the gray-white ice and snow outside the window offered no hope.