"Qianqian's hometown, can you often eat such food?"

After everyone dispersed, Luo Ze's family drank the boiled noodles.

"Yes, in my time, I could already eat whatever I wanted."

In her time, it was a foodie's paradise.

"That's great!"

Ozawa sighed as he leaned on the table.

Jun Qianqian, who had been busy all day, was a little tired and stupid, and after eating a full meal, she was still sitting on the big stone in the yard, looking at the sky in a daze.

"I'll make you a separate bowl of noodles tomorrow."

Luo Ze took a single coat and draped it over her body.

"No, it's so addictive."

Jun Qianqian turned around and gave Luo Ze a smile, wrapping herself tightly around her clothes with her hands.

Looking at Jun Qianqian's smile, Luo Ze knew that she not only wanted to eat pasta, but also felt a little homesick.

He can only secretly resolve that one day, he wants her to live the good life she once had!

Stepping on the tail of the end of the autumn harvest, the snow in early winter fell one after another, the dead branches were full of rime, and the forest, which had been lively all year long, finally began to fall silent.

After the winter, Jun Qianqian suddenly remembered that the little white of Kaisha's family turned one year old.

The Purple Flower Tribe does not celebrate birthdays, and no one remembers the day of birth except when they are adults.

"I thought you didn't like children?"

Luo Ze didn't expect her to think about it.

"But I have a good memory, I delivered the child."

This winter, Kai'Sa doesn't need to take the child anymore and come to pass the time with Jun Qianqian.

Because no one is idle.

Purple Flower Literacy Class is starting again!

Everyone gathered in the pigsty to attend classes, which saved a lot of firewood for the whole tribe, and Jun Qianqian also joined in the fun.

Although it is a pigsty, it is very clean, the wild boar itself has no body odor, and the conditions for the class are quite good.

She set up a stick by the window, and usually sat there to sort the cotton.

This year's cotton harvest is also a bumper harvest, in the spring, she went to the cotton to sharpen, theoretically, the cotton will grow a lot of forks, and the cotton pods will become more.

But she didn't expect the effect to be so good, and the cotton harvest directly doubled.

She took the cotton pods one by one, picked out all the cotton seeds inside, and put them in a clay bowl.

Cotton seeds are the seeds of cotton, and the scale of wild cotton fields is enough for the entire Purple Flower Tribe, and they have no plans to expand cotton fields for the time being.

But these seeds, perhaps later, can be used as bargaining chips.

In addition to picking cottonseeds, Jun Qianqian occasionally listens to lectures with everyone, the content of the course is not the point, what is interesting is the strange mistakes that everyone makes.

Mistakes in arithmetic problems are basic operations, and she likes to read the small essays written by the tribesmen the most.

That's really a typo and a sick sentence, and the brain hole is made up blindly.

Obviously, Luo Ze is a person of the same generation, but he was stunned to come up with the posture of his parents tutoring their children's homework.

"You're not going to have a stroke, are you?"

Jun Qianqian couldn't stop laughing, she remembered the funny news she watched in her previous life, a lady somewhere, because she tutored her children's homework, she was angry and went into the ICU or something.

"I've been used to it for a long time."

Luo Ze thought to himself, he has been living with this group of stupid friends for more than thirty years, and he knows very well what their IQ is.

"But you punish your homework, it's really merciless."

To be able to graduate alive under Roze's Spartan teaching method, in this era, can also be regarded as an elite.

"What have you been working on lately?"

Luo Ze didn't forget to look at Jun Qianqian distractedly in class, and of course noticed her writing and drawing in the notebook every day.

"I'm measuring the height of the sun."

As soon as Jun Qianqian came out, it was something that everyone couldn't understand.

"Is that some kind of witchcraft?"

"No, I just want to write a rigorous calendar."

By standing a stick in the same place and observing the change in the length of the shadow, you can calculate which day has the lowest solar height, and count that day as a node, and you will know how many days there are in a year.

Jun Qianqian believes that as a future agricultural tribe, the estimation is unreliable, and it is absolutely impossible to live in such a daze.

Now everyone is also literate and numeracy, and making a calendar is also convenient for them to sum up their experience in farming all year round.

"Qianqian is indeed a messenger sent from heaven."

Measuring the time of the day, everyone dare not think about it.

Nature is terrifying, a storm or a bolt of lightning can wipe out a dozen tribes in the south.

"It is impossible to defeat nature, but if you know the law, you can use the law."

Jun Qianqian's second winter in this world, the entire tribe was quietly busy.

Daze researched a variety of different knives, and the loom was remade with the best wood, and the width of the cloth was widened by more than ten centimeters, making the spinning and weaving more efficient.

Horses of fine cotton cloth were neatly stacked in the warehouse, and everyone made new clothes for the New Year, but even then there was still some stock left.

"Pelo's craftsmanship is good!"

Jun Qianqian wore a new cotton robe, happily turned around, and the waist design made the hem of the clothes naturally puff up, just like a medieval whalebone dress.

"No one in our family is going to do this."

Daze looked at the cotton clothes on his body, Jun Qianqian, as the only woman in their family, she is not good at the work that most women are good at.

The level of cooking is unstable, the sewing is even more miserable, and the housework often smashes the pot and bowls.

Luo Ze simply didn't let her do anything, she just wrote and painted in the notebook with peace of mind, their whole family's padded jackets were made by Luo Ze, and the craftsmanship level was in the top five in the tribe.

"I'll learn how to cut cloth with Sister Pelo next year."

Ozawa looked at Jun Qianqian's new clothes, then at what he was on, clenched his fists and made up his mind.

"I'll see it's okay, don't let your second brother make clothes anymore."

If Daze hadn't been able to get those soft fabrics, he would have wanted to go into battle himself.

Luo Ze and Jun Qianqian, they are not born to be people who revolve around the little things at home.

However, Daze's hands are also very skillful, and he pours those iron tools like a fish in water, just like recently, he and Luo Ze finally made a good thing.

“***？”

Jun Qianqian's eyes widened in shock as she looked at the complicated machine expansion in front of her.

"Hey, hey! How about it, we've made a bow and crossbow for you! ”

Daze wiped his nose proudly.

"With this, you don't have to practice bows and arrows anymore."

This test was proposed by Luo Ze, Jun Qianqian's shooting training was not smooth, obviously she made the bow herself, but she didn't listen to her much.

In order to give her a weapon to protect herself, the two elder brothers made up their minds to make a bow and crossbow.

It's easier to aim, and there is no possibility of injury, so it's suitable for Jun Qianqian, who has little strength.