Chapter 173

If Angela didn't come to stir up shit, Chen Jia's little life was quite satisfactory.

By five months, Chen Jia's stomach had begun to take shape, but it was much smaller than ordinary females.

The high priest only said that this was a difference in personal physique. Let Lieyi not worry. The little lion was very safe in Chen Jia's stomach.

Chen Jia couldn't hold back in the house and always had to go out for a walk. Lieyi was worried. He was almost on call and followed him everywhere.

Chen Jia is somewhat ashamed of the fact that her stomach is straightening up, so every time she goes out, even if there is a big sun on her head, she still insists on wearing tight and loose cotton and linen clothes.

He didn't go out for anything else. He was still thinking about his task and always wanted to see the situation in the tribe.

Now everything in the tribe is in order. People have realized the necessity of breeding and farming. Every family has captive some animals and reclaimed several mu of land according to their preferences. There is no monetary system here. People exchange things, equality and harmony. Textile technology has gradually matured, and a group of females led by Al can skillfully spin, so from this year, everyone has changed off animal skin skirts and put on all kinds of clothes. Inspired by such technology, people in the tribe began to use their brains and became fascinated by some handmade items. There were people with great talent who really created many convenient tools.

Whenever Chen Jia walks in the tribe, he feels like a paradise.

When he saw the foreigners learning from El, he asked, "how have the foreigners learned recently?"

Strong wing told him: "they are very diligent and have learned many skills."

Chen Jia nodded: "that's good. When these people return to their tribe next year to inherit their skills, the future prosperous and wasteland will have a new look."

Strong wing spoke of these with pride on his face: "in theory, this is the credit of my little female."

Chen Jia looked at him with a smile: "half of your meritorious deeds."

The pupil of fierce wing's different color flashed and said, "the credit is second. The high priest just said that you have been in bed for five months."

Chen Jia subconsciously looked around and saw that no one paid attention to the two, so she patted fiercely: "you man, there are some dirty things in your mind!"

The fierce wing is rough and fleshy. The little female's hand doesn't hurt at all. On the contrary, it has a tantalizing meaning. He breathed an eager breath and said, "I'll teach you a lesson in the evening!"

Chen Jia turned away from him. I don't know how the legendary first warrior of the winged lion family is. Who said Gao Leng? Let people see how fierce wing looks now, like a liar!

Just then, a familiar figure came.

As soon as Chen Jia saw the shadow, she subconsciously felt uncomfortable.

Holding the things in her hand, Angelique ran over happily and said, "brother Lieyi, look what I've done for you..."

Before she finished speaking, I saw that Angelique tripped over her left foot and fell to the ground! The posture of the fall is quite - pretentious.

Angie thought she was pitifully on the ground, blinked and said, "Oh, I fell down and my ankle hurts..."

Unfortunately, strong wing, with his nostrils facing the sky, counted the Chongming birds flying in the sky, and did not intend to pay any attention to him.

Angie was so bored that she had to pat the ashes on her clothes. Chen Jia noticed that a few days later, Angie had made a nice suit of cotton and linen clothes by herself. She didn't know what to use to dye the colorful clothes. If this guy were in modern society, he might be a good seedling of fashion - of course, he might also be a green tea Biao.

Chen Jia thought in her heart and looked calm.

Seeing Anji and getting closer and closer, strong wing raised his big hand, held Chen Jia in his arms and said, "it's too noisy here. Let's take a walk in another place."

Angie's face was green with anger, and she still said, "brother lie Yi, don't you see what others have made for you?"

The only person who answered him was strong wing, a cold figure.

Other hard-working females nearby gathered in twos and threes. One person said, "I don't know where the green headed flies come from in the daytime. It's noisy to death."

"Yes," another female answered.

Al became more straightforward and said with a black face, "people have lovers, and the hard one is Baigujing!" Baigujing was learned when he listened to Chen Jia's journey to the West. In his opinion, the most annoying person in the afterlife is Baigujing.

Angely didn't understand the meaning of the white bone essence, but he could also hear that it was not good. He stamped his foot hard and thought: it seems that he must do something else.

Although Angeli is not liked by females in the tribe, she can still get the favor of many males with her charming face. On this day, Angeli early inquired about the autumn festival of the winged lion family through a male of the tribe.

Originally, in addition to the Spring Festival festival, the winged lion people also hold autumn festival every year. Different from the Spring Festival festival festival, the autumn festival will not be held in a big way. Instead, after hoarding enough food for the winter, we gather in front of the sacrificial platform to pray together, hoping that the gods will protect the tribe to spend the next winter safely.

But now, unlike in the past, the tribe has long stocked up enough food for the winter in the cellar. Pickled meat is hung in front of each household, and all kinds of vegetables and grain in the field are also rising. We don't need to worry about food at all, so the patriarch decided to make this year's Autumn Festival happier. It's a great blessing for the tribe to get together to eat and sing.

Angie thought about it in her heart. Looking at the powder in her hand, she made up her mind Secretly - she must take down the strong wing on the Autumn Festival!

In the twinkling of an eye, it came to the autumn sacrifice of the winged lion family.

Every family is full of interest. People began to gather in the square in front of the tribal altar early in the morning. After all, there are too few things to play in this era.

Chen Jia prepared his things early and went to the square accompanied by strong wing.

When people saw him carrying a bamboo basket, they all craned their necks to see - who doesn't know that Chen Jia can always make interesting things?

Chen Jia lived up to expectations and took out two jars under the eager eyes of the people.

The jar made of clay was gray. It seemed to have been put in the corner for a long time with thick gray. Chen Jia "puffed" and blew a breath. The dust was everywhere. Everyone immediately avoided it. Greedy Xiaoya stood nearest and was blown gray.

Xiao Ya coughed twice and asked Chen Jia, "what's in the head here?"

Chen Jia smiled but did not speak. She gently opened the jar and suddenly a strange and strong fragrance came to her nose.

Xiao Ya wrinkled his nose and smelled it. He thought it was exciting, choking and mellow. It was really strange.

Chen Jia took out a pottery bowl, poured a cup into the bowl and said, "this is my newly brewed fruit wine."

Xiao Ya doesn't understand: "what is fruit wine?"

Chen Jia replied: "wine is a good thing. Drinking it can make people forget their troubles."

Xiao Ya scratched his head: "but I have no trouble."

Chen Jia replied, "that will make you happier."

Xiao Ya doesn't understand, but he has no resistance to the food changed by Chen Jia. Without waiting for Chen Jia to stop him, he grabbed the pottery bowl in Chen Jia's hand, dry and clean!

Chen Jia stared at him. He hadn't finished his words yet - although it was fruit wine, Chen Jia smelled that the accuracy of the wine should be at least 20 or 30 degrees! If such a big bowl goes down, will Xiaoya pour it down??