General Gong is the mother

Mr. Gong opened another pot of fragrant ball cakes in the evening.This time, in addition to the same original flavor as noon, the fragrant ball cake also has a new variety mixed with shrimp paste.

Facing the drooling villagers, Mr. Gong said cruelly that the purchase of fragrant ball cakes as small as a palm is limited, and each person can only buy one.

It's okay to eat the original flavor at noon, but it's embarrassing if you don't eat it at noon.Is it the original flavor, or the fresh shrimp flavor?

The clever orc immediately brought the whole family to line up together, so that each person can buy one, and then eat them separately, so that they can taste both flavors.

When Mr. Gong saw it, he narrowed his eyes and smiled.

So in less than three days, Mr. Gong exchanged a few pancakes for a cellar, a complete set of simple furniture, and some daily necessities.Xia Ping also sent a mat.In fact, he didn't understand, what is the use of this kind of "cloth" made of straw, and it can't be worn on the body?

In addition to the mat, Xia Ping also brought clothes and quilts made by his father.Xia Ping's father is Yuze, a very handsome sub-orc man, and his handiwork is the best in the village.

Xia Ping watched Mr. Gong lay out the things he didn't understand bit by bit, his eyes widened (⊙o⊙): So it was used like this.

Mr. Gong spread the quilt made of small animal skins on the bed, and then spread the mat on the quilt. After thinking about it, he took it off immediately.

The new mat has to be wiped with warm salt water first, then wiped clean with clean water, and the bed can only be made after it dries in the shade. I almost forgot.

Xia Ping looked at Mr. Gong tossing back and forth, and hit him.With the help of Xia Ping, Mr. Gong quickly hung the mat on the drying rack.

Mr. Gong has a total of two drying racks.One is outside and fixed with cement.The other one is made of wood and placed indoors.

Xia Ping never knew what the drying rack was for. Seeing Mr. Gong drying the mats, he suddenly realized: "This is very useful. It is very good for drying things."

Every orc family has a lot of fur.In addition to tanning fresh fur, a lot of work for sub-orc people also needs to take out the fur in stock and turn it in the sun.Once encountering rainy weather, it is always inevitable that a large amount of fur will be damp and moldy.

Although the orcs hunt back a large amount of fur every year, there are sub-orcs who cannot withstand the severe cold every winter.

Mr. Gong nodded, he was also worried about the "groceries" in Ah Wu's room.In his opinion, according to Ah Wu's random pile-up method, in winter, more than half of the things will rot.Just looking at it, he felt that he was in the late stage of procrastination and didn't want to move at all.

Just wipe the mat slightly wet, and it will dry in a while.Mr. Gong put the mat on the bed again.

There should be a sheet between the quilt and mat, but where can I find cotton cloth in this village where all the people fur?There are bare leathers, but the price is different, and the current President Gong cannot afford it.At present, I can only save another bed of small animal fur, and it is more practical to spread it in turn.

Then, Mr. Gong found that he had forgotten one more thing: "Pillows!" For the quilt, he had to slowly save up. Now that the weather is getting hotter, the quilt can be slowed down.

"What is a pillow?" Xia Ping stopped rolling around on the bed when he heard Mr. Gong talking to himself.This bed is so comfortable, so soft, so smooth, not at all like the one at home!

Mr. Gong described the pillow.

Xia Ping said that it was not difficult at all, and immediately took out the sewing kit, and sewed a pillowcase for Mr. Gong on the spot, stuffed with finely divided fur, which was just soft and hard.

Mr. Gong noticed that Xia Ping used bone needles, and he still couldn't tell what kind of bone it was made of, but the finger-long needles were simply murder weapons, enough to kill people.The thread used for sewing is actually a kind of animal tendon, which is very strong and elastic.

Xia Ping finished the work soon, threw the pillow on the bed, and immediately dragged Mr. Gong to pull the weeds - to collect the grass and vines for weaving the mat.In Xia Ping's view, since the quilt needs to be covered with a mat to complete the work, then the pillow made of the same material naturally needs to be covered with a mat.

Mr. Gong originally wanted to weave summer mats out of grass and vines used for fishing.This kind of grass rattan is tough enough and long enough, so it is a very suitable material no matter how you look at it.But after Xia Ping actually operated it, he found that this kind of grass and vines have joints, and he felt that it was rough when he was weaving.At that time, Mr. Gong mentioned that it was for sleeping. Xia Ping thought for a while and thought about Mr. Gong's tender skin, so he couldn't use this kind of grass and vines.

In the end, Xia Ping's knowledge of herbal medicine helped.Xia Ping remembered that there was a common herb whose leaves were used as medicine. The stems of the plant were useless, but they were soft and knotless, so they should be very suitable for weaving summer mats.

Mr. Gong followed Xia Ping to pull the weeds, and took some of them home and planted them.The role of the mat is not only to sleep cool in summer!

His current farmland is much richer, not only peppers and fragrant balls, but also herbs for mats, and two kinds of wild vegetables.He looked at the wild vegetables growing wildly all over the ground, rubbed his chin and thought about it, should he challenge the dumplings?

The weather is getting hotter, and the incense balls can hardly hold.But thinking about the current sales of fragrant ball cakes, there should be no need to worry about storage.

Mr. Gong immediately decided to sell more fragrant ball cakes tomorrow.

Make money early.

So, the next day, Mr. Gong got up early in the morning and caught up with the hunting team out of the village.

Mr. Gong's eyes were wide open, and the green eyes of the twenty or thirty giant wolves were really frightening!

The big bad wolf trotted over.

Only then did Mr. Gong realize that the big bad wolf hadn't been with Ah Wu for several days.He knelt down and touched the big bad wolf's claw, isn't the injury just right?This is to hunt?

The big bad wolf's injury has been recuperating for several days, and no matter how dull Mr. Gong is, he understands that it is not a matter of bandages.Since it is not a matter of external injury, it means that the internal injury is serious.

The big bad wolf lowered its head and rubbed against Mr. Gong's neck, then snatched the fragrant ball cake from his arms.

Mr. Gong stood up and saw the big bad wolf surrounded by wolves.Then the wolf howled, and a group of giant wolves disappeared before Mr. Gong's eyes at the speed of the wind.

Mr. Gong, who wanted to sell breakfast, had to go back to the house and make cakes again.Damn, it takes a lot of time!

After thinking about it, Mr. Gong is still unwilling to give up the breakfast market.He carried the stone pot, and moved the pot to the booth after a break of 50 meters, then prepared the tools and started to cook the fragrant ball porridge.

The orcs and sub-orcs who stayed in the village today didn't get a good night's sleep.They were awakened by a super pleasant smell.

This smell, they are no strangers these days, it is the incense ball found by the little Asian beast picked up by Ah Wu.But why is today's incense ball so fragrant?

Mr. Gong’s stall has a large stone pot and several small stone pots. On the stone board next to it, there are also neatly placed mushrooms, fresh shrimps, three kinds of meat slices, a small dish of mussels, and a small dish of shredded ginger.

After some explanations, the villagers finally had the concept of raw porridge.

Mr. Gong cheerfully counted the skins.Raw porridge for breakfast and fragrant ball cakes for lunch, sold twice a day, and saved up a quilt.

He bent down to hold the dumpling in his hand, well, he had to earn some meat for the dumpling.

The author has something to say: Mr. Gong’s daily life ([-])

Although Mr. Gong has the heart of a ghost, he doesn't have the body of a ghost.

When Gong Damao was young, he was still able to teach little ghosts. When he was older, he couldn't catch little ghosts drawing a small ruler.

But at this time, his prestige was already deep, and the brats dared not disobey him.

As soon as Gong Damao issued the password, whoever was arrested was arrested, and whoever was ordered to be beaten was beaten.