After a few days of drying, the round grape grains began to slowly become smaller, and the little milk bag felt very strange to watch the black fruits slowly turn from round to flat.

"Mother, when will the black fruit become edible?"

Snow Kite was sorting out the dried meat on the side, and when she heard the words of the little milk bag, she smiled slightly.

Her cub turned out to be a snack. However, it will take a few days for the grapes to be dried into raisins.

She took out a piece of jerky and handed it to the little milk bag. The little milk bag took the jerky, and some saliva overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He turned away, wiped his saliva away, and fixed his eyes on the jerky, and after a long time, he opened his mouth and bit down on the jerky.

The jerky is very chewy, with a salty taste of minced salt, and the little milk bag is very happy to eat. Suddenly, his hand slipped, and the dried meat fell out, and the little milk bag hurriedly stretched out his claws to grab it.

When he caught the jerky, he sat on the ground heavily, and the little milk bag rubbed his buttocks, smiling innocently, revealing two little tiger teeth, which was a little naughty in his cuteness.

"Mother, the jerky you made is delicious, let's make more."

Snow Kite smiled at the little milk bag and nodded. Jerky is easier to store than raw meat and provides more food for the tribe, so it is necessary to make more.

The process of making jerky is simple, and the sunlight in the orc continent is more abundant, so it only takes a few days to make a large batch.

Snow Kite did it alone, the speed was a little slow, she thought that when Mo Yan came back, she would gather the tribesmen together, and then she could give the method to the females in the tribe, and strive to prepare more jerky before the cold season came.

When Mo Yan came back, he saw a large and a small carrying clay pots, putting the dried dried meat in the clay pot, and he walked over and stretched out his hand to help them fill the jerky together.

"I'm back, have a taste."

Snow Kite took out a piece of jerky and handed it to Mo Yan's mouth, Mo Yan lowered his body, took the jerky in his mouth, and ate it into his mouth.

As if a little dissatisfied, he took her finger in his mouth and licked it, savoring the deliciousness of the jerky.

Snow Kite only felt that her body was overpowered, and quickly withdrew her hand, and a suspicious flush appeared at the base of her ears.

Looking at her shy appearance, Mo Yan was very happy. His little female doesn't seem to be able to get enough of it.

"It tastes good."

Mo Yan's words relieved her who was in a daze. Thinking of his words, Snow Kite couldn't tell what the man was referring to.

Thinking that he licked his finger just now, Snow Kite only felt that this man was a little presumptuous, and reached out to pat him.

Mo Yan was strong, so he naturally didn't feel how painful this shot was, but he still pretended to look pitiful.

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she felt that he was not ordinary black-bellied. The man has rough skin and thick meat, but he beat him himself, and his hands hurt.

Snow Kite stretched out his hand and rubbed it for him, and Mo Yan was very useful. The wide hand grasped her small hand and rubbed it for her.

The little female frowned just now, presumably hitting herself, and her hands were uncomfortable. Thinking of this, Mo Yan only felt distressed.

Although he liked the angry appearance of the little female. But if you are injured, it is too late for you to feel distressed.

Snow Kite looked at Mo Yan with a guilty face, snorted, and then smiled. Even if this man has a conscience, he knows how to rub himself.

The little milk bag saw it, ran over, grabbed her hand, and blew on it, which reminded Snow Kite of the way her mother blew her hands for herself when she was a child, and she was a little nostalgic.

The father and son coaxed for a while, and the snow kite stopped being angry and told Mo Yan his thoughts.

After Mo Yan listened, he nodded. His little female, indeed, is very smart. If everyone does it together, she won't be too tired. Otherwise, he would not be happy to tire the little female.

When the sun set, Mo Yan called a few orcs, went from cave to cave, and called the clansmen to the square.

Hearing that something important was to be announced, everyone put down their work and hurried to the direction of the square.

When the witch heard the news, she slowly dressed herself in animal skins, and Jester came to make a trip, and asked her to sit on her back and fly her to the square.

When the witch arrived, Mo Yan coughed vigorously, and the clansmen quieted down.

Mo Yan took out a few jars of jerky and asked the orcs to distribute them to the clansmen. The witch woman looked at the jerky in her hand and was also a little curious.

"What is this? I've never seen it before! ”

"It smells pretty good, it's supposed to be eaten."

"This thing seems to be better than barbecue, I don't know how to get it."

The clansmen below exchanged heads, and many orcs who had eaten dried meat were very curious about what they had in their hands and wanted to ask out loud.

Mo Yan turned his head and looked at the snow kite. Snow Kite smiled at him and walked over to her.

"I believe everyone has tasted jerky, you must be very curious, I have discussed it with Mo Yan, and I want to give you the recipe of jerky."

The clansmen below looked at her, some sharp-eyed, and recognized him as the female next to the patriarch.

With the identity of the Beast God's messenger, everyone thought that it was not strange that she could make such a thing, and many people began to be moved and wanted to learn how to make jerky.

"We'll give you the salt and the meat, and whoever wants to learn can come to me. With jerky, we can store more food. ”

Many people were shocked and excited when they heard the words of the snow kite.

Over the years, the tribe has been worried about food in the cold season. Due to the shortage of food, many people starved to death, making it difficult to survive.

Now that they have a way to store food, they can have more food in the cold season, and there is not a single one of them who is not impressed.

The tribesmen cheered enthusiastically and expressed their gratitude in their own way. The messenger of the beast god brought a method of food preservation to their tribe, which was a blessing for the tribe.

Under Mo Yan's arrangement, the tribesmen formed a circle, with the snow kite in the middle, to demonstrate to them how to make jerky.

The clansmen's eyes widened, their eyes fixed on her, trying to remember her movements.

The bold ones went up and followed along, and some of them learned well and were praised by the snow kite.

After a few days of study, most of the tribesmen learned how to make jerky. The hunting team is more active, bringing back a lot of prey every day.

Most of the prey brought back was distributed, and the rest was stored in the warehouse.

There are only a dozen days before the cold season, and Mo Yan gives the orcs who hunt a holiday. The orcs still went out hunting in groups and began to store food for the winter at home.

The females are at home, have plenty of time, and take their cubs and the family father and mother to cook jerky together.

Each family was given a few jars of salt, which they used to marinate the meat. Some of the salt ran out, and I didn't ask for it again.

Although salt is useful, there is not much in stock, and only a large vat remains in the tribe's warehouse. No new salt lakes have been found, and these salts cannot be touched for the time being.

The tribesmen in the tribe are kind and simple, hardworking and not afraid of hard work, which makes the snow kite feel a little emotional.

Mo Yan, as a patriarch, did a very good job. Although the tribe does not have a good life, the tribesmen have a smile on their faces.

All this is inseparable from his efforts, without him, there would be no such peaceful life of the Snow Wolf Clan.

The raisins have been dried for a few days and have been formed. Mo Yan knew she needed it, and brought her a lot of grapes every day.

The finished raisins were put into a clay pot by her, three whole clay pots. The little milk bag is greedy, often holding a clay pot and eating it handful.

The snow kite did not let him, and only allowed him to eat a little a day. However, Xiao Milk Bao is not an obedient child, and while she is not paying attention, she eats more than half a can, has a stomach, and twists her face together, looking very painful.

The snow kite saw it, put him on the straw mat, looked at the missing half jar of raisins, and shook his head helplessly.

"Greedy little gluttonous cat, it's tummy, you can't eat like this next time."

The little milk bag's teeth hurt a little, her stomach was also uncomfortable, her face was a little unsightly, her mouth was aggrieved, and there was a splash in her eyes.

I knew that he would listen to his mother's words, he just thought the fruit was delicious, but he didn't expect it to become like this after eating too much, and he regretted it very much.

Snow Kite put her hand on his round little belly and rubbed it gently, making the little milk bag feel more comfortable.

By the time Mo Yan came back, the little milk bag had already fallen asleep. I heard that the cub was sick, and I was distressed. When I saw that he was asleep, I was relieved.

The little milk bag had a stomach ache for a few days before she got better, and she didn't dare to eat indiscriminately anymore. Mo Yan looked at the very obedient little milk bag and gently rubbed his head.

In the blink of an eye, the cold season came, and because of the appearance of salt and dried meat in the tribe, food was more abundant than before, and life was more comfortable.

A few days later, the first snow of the cold season came. Dressed in black bear skin, the snow kite sits at the entrance of the cave, watching the fluttering snowflakes and laughing from time to time.

Mo Yan looked at the little milk bag running in the snow on the side, with a gentle expression.

This cold season, for him, some things, have become different.