General Gong is the mother

The roads between several villages participating in the joint hunting on the grassland have already taken shape.The road condition is obviously not as good as the Xiaohe village road with the highest usage rate, but it is much better than before.With the road, the distance between villages has been shortened by at least one day.

Half of the roads are not really connected yet.

The village head said with a smile: "It seems that they started preparations at the end of last autumn."

Mr. Gong was puzzled: "Isn't autumn very busy?" And when they returned to the village last autumn, it was almost winter, right?Where does the time come from and prepare to build roads?

It is good to prepare a lot of things in autumn, one of which is firewood.Those who want to chop, simply cut along a road.When the spring thaws, the orcs will be dispatched to clean up the intertwined tree roots and stones, and then do some filling and reinforcement work.

Mr. Gong felt that he just pushed slightly, and the huge rolling stone galloped forward in a powerful posture.

It seems that the orcs only need to go hunting or patrolling once every three days, but the workload is actually very heavy, and it is also accompanied by great danger.Under such circumstances, it is unbelievable that so many things have been done.

The fat raised by the orcs in the winter has turned into tight muscles, and they all look energetic. During the two-month rainy season, they can rest well.

If you want a better life, you have to work harder than before, which is impossible.

The number of newborns in the village is increasing, but until this group of newborns grows up, it will still be a burden to the adults in the village.The population is increasing, but the labor force is not increasing. The pressure on the orcs can be imagined.

Even if plant foods such as incense balls and soybeans are discovered now, and even sub-orcs can raise some unicorn sheep, these have not formed enough production capacity.

Mr. Gong, the capitalist, has experienced so many companies before and after, but he has never encountered a team like Xiaohe Village, where even the youngsters are doing what they can.Although the current situation here is so bad, it is even bad for Mr. Gong, everything can't even reach the backwardness.

For the first time, he regretted it. Why did he learn management instead of more useful knowledge?

Looking at a pile of various resources exchanged from Daji in the warehouse, his eyes were darkened, and he looked at the eyes looking at him, and lowered his head in shame: "Sorry, I don't know you."

Without any modification or tactful wording, it was the first time that Mr. Gong admitted his shortcomings so straightforwardly.In front of this group of people, why should he put on airs and take himself so seriously for a guy like him who is not productive?He knew so little about the world, he could do so little, and he didn't even know whether the changes he made were correct... For the first time, he felt panic from the bottom of his heart.

A safer living environment, a more comfortable life, and a lower death rate...are these really "good" for the orcs?If things go on like this, will the orcs have their minions smoothed out, and finally become mere wild beasts in the zoo, or even cuddly pets?

They are orcs, not mere human beings.

Li didn't know why his little sub-beast became depressed for a moment, turned into a wolf shape and pushed the little sub-beast under its belly to rub.

The village head's wife gave the village head a hard look.

The village chief lay down aggrieved, and let out a breath from his nose, not knowing what he had done wrong.

Li took Mr. Gong home, and Mr. Gong buried his head in the thick fur of the big bad wolf, his mind went blank.

The big bad wolf changed its posture and licked the face of the little sub.When the little beast is close to adulthood, there will always be some emotional ups and downs. The big bad wolf knows this is a normal phenomenon, but seeing the frustrated little beast, which has lost the anger it used to, still feels uncomfortable.

Mr. Gong felt that his face was almost dripping from being licked by the big bad wolf, so he turned his face to the side and rubbed it in the wolf's fur.A pinch of wolf fur got into his nostrils.

"Sneeze!"

"Huh...huh huh?"

Tuanzi came in at some point, and slowly wagged his tail on the edge of the bed, sneezing like Mr. Gong.

Mr. Gong forced a smile, and stretched out his hand to hug the dumpling.He remembered that when he first saw the dumpling, the dumpling was only the size of a palm, covered in messy fur, and was as skinny as skinny, and now he could stretch to the edge of the bed when he stood up.

Tuanzi accelerated the speed of wagging his tail, and licked the tip of his father's nose with his head.

Mr. Gong overturned the dumpling and scratched it with four little paws in turn.

Tuanzi let out a short wailing sound, and ran across the window. As a result, he was small and weak, and was completely defeated by his cunning father who had foreign aid.

Tuanzi flattened his limbs and stuck out his tongue, feeling that the beast god was so close to him.

Mr. Gong poked the tuanzi's violently undulating belly, and the tuanzi bounced up reflexively, and quickly buried himself in the bunker—the quilt, leaving the tip of its tail outside.

The big bad wolf leaned over, opened its mouth wide, and dragged the dumpling out with its tail in its mouth.

Tuanzi was bitten by the tail, turned his head and bit the mouth of the big bad wolf with his small baby teeth, looking extremely vicious, but was instantly rolled around by the big bad wolf with his paws.

Tuanzi rushed to the foot of the bed, crawled down, and made a decent threatening sound.

Mr. Gong picked him up and kissed him on the forehead; he turned his head and kissed the big bad wolf equally: "You guys play, I'll make dinner."

Big Bad Wolf and Tuanzi sat up at the same time: "I'll help."

Tuanzi: "Whoa!"

Mr. Gong waved his hand: "No need, you guys can play."

Add salt to the flour, mix in celery juice, knead into a smooth dough, and let it rise for a while; then add the big bone broth that has settled for a while, and knead again.Use a rolling pin to roll the oily dough into a pancake, fold it in half and then roll it out again.Repeat until Mr. Gong feels that his arms are sore, then wrap diced fruit and marinated diced meat in the crust.

Brush a thin layer of tea oil on the bottom of the flat earthenware baking pan, and brush a layer on the finished pancakes. After lighting the firewood, the original oven will soon emit the aroma of grains.

The oven was slow to heat up and it was impossible to see inside.As time went by, the aroma became stronger and richer. Tuanzi and Big Bad Wolf had long since abandoned the messy "battlefield" and squatted in front of the oven very anxiously.

Boss Gong was annoyed to death by their humming, and drove one big and one small out of the kitchen.

Big Bad Wolf and Tuanzi stared at the slammed kitchen door, eyes full of disbelief.Why do kitchens have doors? !

When Ah Wu came back, he saw the big bad wolf and Tuanzi trying to scratch the door, but their raised paws never reached the door.

The sound of frying meat in the frying pan, the sound of food being thrown into boiling water, and the orcs' excellent hearing allowed them to hear almost every sound of bubbles bursting.The strong smell of food wafts out from the crack in the door...

They can only smell, but not see, let alone eat, the big and small wolves suddenly feel that there is nothing to love.

When Tuanzi saw Ah Wu, he threw himself on Ah Wu's feet and wagged his tail as if he had seen a savior.

Ah Wu pinched the back of Tuanzi's neck, tore him off his leg, threw him to the big bad wolf, and opened the unbolted kitchen door openly: "Xiao Gong, what's for dinner?"

Mr. Gong was busy putting the noodles into the ceramic bowl: "Eat the noodles and scones."

Both he and Tuanzi have been in this village for more than a year!The orc world does not have the concept of a birthday.Mr. Gong usually tosses some delicious food from time to time, but Ah Wu and the others didn't think much about it.

Cake, Gong always can't get it out.At least he has no eggs.Xia Ping seems to have circled some birds, and he hasn't had time to look at them yet.The same thing is baked, and it is not bad to make a scone.

Birthday noodles are available.The tenacious hand-rolled noodles, because celery juice and bone broth are kneaded in, are inherently sweet and delicious, and a thick layer of fried meat covers the entire bowl of noodles.

Big Bad Wolf and Tuanzi looked at the oven uneasily.

Mr. Gong found a long stick and a thick piece of animal skin, and carefully opened the oven door.

A wave of high heat rushed out, and the big bad wolf and the dumpling were startled, and their fur exploded.

The firewood was long gone.But the relatively closed environment keeps the heat lingering for a long time.After a while, Mr. Gong used a long stick to slowly pull out the baking tray, put it on the chopping board with the animal skin cushion.

"Ouch!"

"Woo~~"

The fragrance that has never been smelled before, without the interference of the oven and heat, becomes more and more clear.One big and one small didn't even care about the noodle bowls, one left and one right were tightly attached to Mr. Gong's legs, their eyes were fixed on the baking pan, and the overheated temperature made them retreat a little.

Mr. Gong scooped up the scones one by one with a wooden shovel. When the golden and crispy scones were lightly touched, a few fine pieces of crust fell off.The wooden spatula was shoveled down vertically, and the scones were easily broken from the middle, and the swollen meat and fruit pieces flowed out like lava, slowly staining the plate with a dark bottom.Intense and rich taste, accompanied by hot air gushing out.

The scones were quickly swept away, and after some aftertaste, they turned to noodles.

After the battle, Mr. Gong went to wash the dishes, and Ah Wu handed over a cup of tea: "Don't think about it, you did a good job."

Mr. Gong paused while washing the dishes, and then said softly: "Yes."

Ah Wu may know his origin, if he really did something wrong, Ah Wu should stop it.Maybe he didn't do everything right, let alone the best, but things are always developing in a good direction, right?

Seeing that Mr. Gong's mood recovered, Ah Wu asked, "By the way, I see there are still some jars in the cellar. What's in them?"

Pots in the cellar?Haven't we finished all the kimchi?Mr. Gong was stunned for a while before he realized that his jam and fruit wine!It's not all broken, is it?

After tidying up the kitchen in a hurry, Mr. Gong took Shang Li to move out all the bottles and cans from the cellar.The shelf life of jam is short. He opened a jar without any expectations, and a sweet and sour taste accompanied by a strong fruity aroma rushed out.

This is... can it be eaten?

Li nodded solemnly.

The next day, expectant mothers and cubs under the age of ten had special scones with jam.Canteens also started serving scones filled with meat.

Xia Ping found Mr. Gong with an egg the size of a fist.

The author has something to say: Wine is a good thing

After the cafeteria provided special drinks for the day, the village was full of wailing, which didn't stop until dawn.

The next day's hunting activities were forced to be suspended.

Three months later, there were a few more cubs in the village.