Chapter 33: Primitive People Are Too Shameless

  "Oh!" The short and thin man took another step back from Mo Yu'er, waiting for the little ball to withdraw its sharp aura before he let out a sigh of relief. However, the fear in his heart still lingered. "I'll go to the seaside first then!"

  "Hmm!" Mo Yi'er waved goodbye to him as he left. Then she rubbed the soft, fluffy head of the little ball of fur: "You! You're so small, yet so fierce, aren't you afraid of being beaten up by others?"

  "Ao wu~" The little ball of fur rolled its eyes, and the shiny black eyes were filled with confusion. Mo Yier couldn't help but touch its small, black nose, which was simply adorable.

  On this day, Mo Yier didn't go to collect seaweed or catch crabs. She stayed in the leaf shed all day, planning to use the silk thread she brought with her to weave a pair of underwear. However, the difficulty level was too high, so she used thin branches to grind a fine needle again. After weaving several times without success, she simply dug away one end of the needle and made it into a crochet hook. In the end, she crocheted something similar to underwear, but because the silk thread had no elasticity, there was no way to wear it. So she crocheted another pair that was slightly larger, and after putting it on, she still needed to use a piece of silk thread to tie it up and secure it, which looked very strange and loose.

  She irritably scratched her hair, making her head look like a bird's nest. However, this kind of hairstyle was very popular among primitive humans, who never combed their hair and occasionally washed it when they were cleaner. Today, she caught up with the trend, so when Chu Yan and others returned, they saw Mo Yi like this.

  Especially Chu Ji, greatly felt Mo Yi'er's difference, and hastily asked: "Mo Yi'er, what's wrong with you?"

  "What's wrong? Alas!" Mo Yier sighed and looked at the messy pile of woven things in front of her, speechless.

  "Oh, Mo Yi'er, you're making... clothes, right? Don't worry, take your time. We brought back some things, see if they're what you want - scallions, ginger, and garlic!" Chu Yan placed a large pile of plants in front of Mo Yi'er. There were grasses that looked similar to scallions, but the leaves weren't hollow, and after repeated examination, she was certain it wasn't scallions. There was also something that resembled garlic, but there were no garlic sprouts on top, and she didn't know what it was. Mo Yi'er hadn't eaten it before, so she didn't dare to eat it rashly. After flipping through the pile of plants, she actually found a garlic sprout, but the large garlic below had already rotted away by half, clearly due to the overly humid sea air, and even the mud stuck on top was too wet and sticky.

  "How is it? Is it?" Chu Yan was a bit nervous, afraid that after searching for so many, none of them would be the one.

  "This is it, but what's below can't be taken anymore. The garlic sprouts can still be used for stir-frying, nothing else can be taken. Where was this found?"

  "This obviously made Chu Yan extremely disappointed. "There's one right at the edge of that small thicket up ahead, and there are more."

  "Let's go back tomorrow then! This is the only thing that can be eaten." Mo Yier checked again, she didn't want the things her tribe had worked hard to find to be completely useless, but she really only recognized this one kind.

  "Alright! If we find it in the jungle, we'll bring some back." Chu Yan agreed, but with just one plant today, there's probably no way to eat it.

  In addition, they also picked some mushrooms back. Because in the past, when they fell inside the pit again, Mo Yi'er took the women and young people to pick mushrooms, and several of the mushrooms they collected were poisonous. For this reason, Mo Yi'er was shocked and repeatedly asked if they had eaten these mushrooms by mistake. Only after everyone guaranteed that they hadn't eaten them did she breathe a sigh of relief. Moreover, she trained several men to identify the mushrooms until they all remembered clearly before stopping.

  However, this garlic sprout played a big role at night. Mo Yier used it to stew fish soup, and when she stir-fried with lard, Mo Yier almost cried out from the aroma of the garlic sprout. The long-lost flavor of seasonings! Is there or not?

  However, Mo Yi'er found it strange that night. The people of the Haimu tribe, whether men or women, did not come over after dinner. Mo Yi'er had planned to ask casually if anyone knew where her little secret was! She asked Chu Huo: "Why didn't the people from the Haimu tribe come over today?"

  "I don't know, let's go send the hunting spoils later and see if they have anything to say!" Today's hunting spoils were two wild goats and a wild ox. Although there was less fat than pork, it was still something that the Haimu tribe wanted very much. In theory, these hunting spoils on their tribal land, even if they were hunted by people from the Kanmu tribe, shouldn't all belong to them. But the Haimu tribe couldn't hunt for themselves at all, so they could only count as the Kanmu tribe's hunting spoils and then exchange them for salted fish and other seafood. This way of doing things really put them at a disadvantage.

  "Alright, I'll go with you to send off the hunting party too!" Mo Yier said, making Chu Yan feel somewhat strange.

  "Why do you suddenly want to go today? Did something happen?"

  "I... I lost something, and I don't want to make a fuss about it, so I'll just quietly take a look." Mo Yier said with a twisted expression, this damn perverted thief, what's wrong with losing something that can't be mentioned?

  Chu Yan was indeed puzzled, looking around the leaf shed for a week, obviously looking for something lost. There was nothing missing in the leaf shed, and he fell his gaze on Mo Yi'er again. Mo Yi'er hurriedly covered her legs with both hands and shouted: "What are you looking at? Don't look!" In the 21st century, it was a very generous sister paper, but when she came here, she became super shy. The primitive people were too shameless, she couldn't help but be shy!

  Chu Huai had to avert his gaze, but seeing Mo Yier's actions, he knew she had lost something. His eyes also noticed that Mo Yier was fiddling with the strange silk underwear she had been working on all day, and it was obvious what they were for. Although Chu Huai was an uncivilized person, his brain wasn't stupid, and among these uncivilized people, he was the smartest. When others were still confused, he already knew what Mo Yier's things were for. He asked: "These are great! Why isn't Mo Yier satisfied?"

  "Satisfied with your sister! This thing can't be worn at all." Mo Yier said and turned her head away, too shameless, a woman and a man discussing the issue of underwear. They're not even a couple, okay?

  "Alright, alright, you're shy again, haha! Let's go! We'll take the hunting spoils to Chief Haysen." Chu Yan laughed loudly, thinking that Mo Yier's blushing face was really adorable. The women in the tribe rarely blushed, even during ** they were very bold!