In the wilderness, all waste of food is shameful.

This is especially true during the rainy season, when the threat of white plague is still loomed.

I had decided to go hunting the next day, but when I woke up early in the morning, I noticed that it was raining outside.

Not very big, but cold.

The fine raindrops fall and are directly frozen.

Real dripping into ice.

Frozen with the snow that didn't have time to melt before.

Outside there was a slippery mirror-like ice surface, and it was impossible to stand on your feet, and hunting was completely impossible.

Fortunately, in addition to the dried meat stored before, there were more than a dozen gray-bearded wolves that Mu Bai froze yesterday.

but not to starve.

It's just that the meat of this gray-bearded wolf tastes really not flattering!

Not only does it smell fishy, but the meat is dry and woody.

Mu Bai, who was tired of eating tasteless and wasted teeth, wanted to taste fresh meat for a different taste, but he didn't expect to boil the water in two stone pots to stew, and the meat was still so hard that he couldn't bite it.

After a long period of psychological construction, she resisted the urge to throw the meat out of her hand.

I don't know when such a day is a head!

Mu was taking pity on himself, and saw that someone had taken the fur of the gray-bearded wolf that had been peeled off and threw it away.

"Why throw it away?"

Mu Bai frowned and was puzzled.

Looks like their tribe isn't rich enough now!

Many of them were thinly dressed and could only shiver around the fire pit.

"Wu." The man was called, and his heart was full of trepidation.

Wu is a thrifty person, and the whole tribe knows this, and even rabbit fur was not wasted before.

"But if you put these skins in the fire, they will emit smoke, stink, and choke people!"

He thought and thought before explaining.

As for the gray bearded wolf skin, there may be other uses for it, so that the witch is reluctant to lose it.

I'm sorry, but he can't do anything about it, I really can't think of it!

"The wolf's skin is brittle, it can't be peeled at all, and there is little hair on it, so it's useless, and it used to be thrown away."

It was Mang who watched Mu Bai's face become more and more heavy, so he came to explain.

After saying that, he waved his hand at the man again, signaling him to quickly take it out and throw it away.

Useless things also emit a fishy smell, so naturally the farther away you throw them away, the better.

"Wait!"

Unexpectedly, Mu Bai still stopped him.

At this time, I am not afraid of dirt and smell, and I will look through it piece by piece.

The freshly peeled gray mustache wolf skin is indeed very fragmented.

The black-gray rough skin was also mixed with blood, which was connected to the minced fascia.

It's sticky, and it has a very pungent smell.

It gives people a feeling that is worse than that of its owner.

If the materials were abundant, Mu Bai naturally didn't want to turn his thoughts on them.

It's not poor and white!

She tugged at it, and the skins were actually very tough.

It is estimated that the gray bearded wolf is too thin, with very little subcutaneous fat, and its muscles are not very smooth, which causes it to not be able to peel off a whole piece of skin.

"First take it outside and wash it in the snow, rub off the blood, fascia, and minced meat on it, and dry it for another use."

Mu Bai had already thought about it.

The sneakers she wore on her feet were almost worn out, and they didn't do much to keep her warm in such a snowy and snowy weather.

The first priority is to make shoes as soon as possible.

In fact, since she devoured the Snow Beast's Neidan, she is not as afraid of the cold as before, but her fear of the cold is still there, and she still puts the cause of keeping warm in the first place at present.

Besides, in addition to her, the little cubs in the tribe are also very hard to carry in such weather.

Several of the children's feet were red and swollen from the cold, and they all had chilblains.

"Okay."

The man looked at the witch, then at the broken skin in his hand, and nodded obediently, though still unable to imagine any use.

……

The next two days were freezing and raining.

In order to keep himself from being idle, Mu Bai took a group of girls such as Wuyuan and Blue Bird to do handicrafts.

First, the rabbit skins hunted before the rainy season were taken out to make clothes.

The remaining scraps are scraped and collected, and the rabbit hair is spun into wool.

Tried knitting wool socks over and over again.

When the stockings are almost done, the wolf's skin will be healed.

In order to make a pair of animal skin boots, from cutting cloth, stitching, punching to threading, Mu Bai did every process himself.

Eventually, her whole body, from head to toe, was covered in thick fur.

He even learned the appearance of Wuyuan and braided a hairband inlaid with animal teeth for himself.

In less than a month, Mu Bai, who fell into this time and space and was still incompatible with it, looked like an authentic ancient people of the Mangyuan from a distance.

In addition to still being short and thin, much weaker.

Driven by her, the Yanlong tribesmen, who were sheltered by the cave and protected from hunger and cold, also set off a new clothing innovation.

Even clumsy strong men pick up needles made of bone or stone and sew winter clothes for themselves.

He who is really ungifted can only ask skilled women to help, while he himself takes on more clumsy tasks such as drinking water and chopping firewood.

No one is trying to be lazy and slippery.

When the tribesmen were busy, Mang had been watching from the sidelines.

He is a bloodline warrior who has long awakened, and he is not afraid of the cold at all.

But Mu Bai's actions did mobilize the atmosphere of the tribesmen.

Compared with previous years, everyone was depressed, hungry and woke up to eat, ate when they were full, or opened their eyes and could only sit around a few people to catch lice.

He prefers people like it is now.

Every day, I don't talk about the taste of jerky, or I talk about the sewing of the clothes on my body.

Keep the cave clean and clean.

Moreover, this year's rainy season has just begun to suffer a white plague, and in previous years, the tribe should have lost its personnel.

At least the newborn cubs have no chance of surviving.

But this year was supposed to be the hardest year, but the cubs in the tribe are alive and well!

After the old chief passed away, he made him the new tribal chief as if he was chasing ducks on the shelves, how worried he was before, and how grateful Mu Bai was for his help at this time.

The tribe can have such a new look today, all of which are inseparable from her.

Just looking at the continuous rain outside, his brows have never stretched.

The more active the tribesmen, the more food they consume.

If the weather doesn't improve, where will the food come from?

After all, the rainy season is still long!

……

As if in response to him, after three days of freezing rain, the sky was surprisingly clear.

Mu Bai was awakened early in the morning by the sun's rays shining into the cave.

A pillar of light the size of a baby's fist shone through the smoke outlet on the top of the cave, falling right into Mu Bai's eye sockets.

The dazzling golden light is like an old friend who has not been seen for a long time.

It ignited Mu Bai's mood at once.