C11 The Weasel Gave the Chicken a New Year Greeting.

"Human, you have to compensate me with only my mount. Give me your mount. Who told you to kill my mount?" Chang'e pouted her small mouth. She could have put a bottle of soy sauce on her mouth.

Wu Xiaoming shook his head with a bitter smile. She was really a little witch.

He ordered Uncle Di and Dong to select fifty female tigers. The rest were for the women and children to kill and pluck the feathers. It was easier to pluck the feathers of the bigger ones, but it was difficult to pluck the feathers of the smaller ones. Fortunately, the tigers and chickens were big enough, and the feathers were also big enough. Therefore, Wu Xiaoming let the women and children collect the feathers bit by bit.

"It's too tiring to pull out the hair, why don't you just use fire to roast it!" Chang'e grumbled as she grabbed a strand of hair with her hand.

"I plan to spread the feathers on the ground where I sleep. It will be much softer and warmer." Wu Xiaoming reminisced about the soft and comfortable bed in his previous life and the warm down jacket. He planned to spread the feathers on the ground. If he spread a thick layer of feathers on top of the bed, it would be much more comfortable than the bed in his previous life. As for the down jacket, it was better to forget about it. There was not even a piece of cloth. Everyone was still wearing the animal skins.

As for the fifty female tigers and the mounts selected by the clansmen, they needed to be kept in pens.

"Human Emperor, how do you plan to keep these tigers and chickens? They can even fly." Uncle Di had always called Wu Xiaoming "Human Emperor." Although Wu Xiaoming had told him many times to just call him Human Emperor, he insisted on calling him Human Emperor. After a while, he would let it go.

Wu Xiaoming also had a headache. Uncle Di was right. All the animals in this world were difficult to domesticate. "We will use tall bamboo to build a row of fences here. We will put more bamboo rice in it. Then, we will tame all the tigers and chickens. The one I tame will be more obedient and won't run away." Wu Xiaoming thought of the experience of his parents raising chickens in the village in his previous life. "Bamboo rice must be placed in the morning and evening every day. This way, they will treat it as their home."

"Let's go and build the fence first." Wu Xiaoming led his clansmen to choose tall bamboo to build the fence. Fortunately, it was only early winter. The ground was only covered with a small layer of ice. It was nothing to the strong clansmen.

When Wu Xiaoming, Uncle Di, and the other warriors finished building the fence, the cave entrance was filled with hairless chickens. Wu Xiaoming randomly picked a tiger chicken and let it go. He tamed it as usual. The clansmen copied him and rode on the tiger chickens. "Remember to control your strength." Just as Wu Xiaoming finished speaking, Uncle Di and the four warriors smashed the tiger chicken to the ground with a punch. The tiger chicken cried out in grief and stopped moving. After a long time, it stood up unsteadily. This situation gave Uncle Di and the other warriors a scare. They had almost been killed by their own punch if they had chosen the most suitable mount.

Wu Xiaoming looked at his clansmen speechlessly. They were too violent. He had completely forgotten that he was also violent. After the clansmen tamed their mounts, they all ran around their homes. If Wu Xiaoming did not stop them, they would probably go crazy.

In the evening, the fragrance of roasted chicken meat and the fragrance of the chicken soup filled the cave. The cold wind outside was bone-piercing, but the cave was as warm as spring. The clansmen were all singing and dancing to celebrate, and the sounds of satisfied laughter filled their ears.

"The chicken soup is so delicious!" Chang'e drank the chicken soup and looked at Wu Xiaoming in admiration. "Hahaha!" The sounds of tiger roars came from outside. The voices were filled with fear, and a sorrowful cry sounded. Wu Xiaoming knew that something must have happened on the tiger's side. The clansmen stopped celebrating and rushed out of the cave in anger. With the help of the bright moonlight, Wu Xiaoming saw a black shadow about two meters tall dragging a tiger chicken up the wall and quickly disappearing into the white snow.

The tiger chickens were noisy for a while, then they quieted down. The clansmen were all roaring angrily, but there was nothing they could do. The cold wind outside was bone-piercingly cold, and it was impossible for them to send warriors to guard the tiger chickens.

"After eating, everyone should go to sleep." Wu Xiaoming had no other choice. In his previous life, when he was with his parents in the countryside, almost every household had a dog to prevent the weasels and other thieves from stealing chickens. In this world, Wu Xiaoming had never seen a dog. He had encountered wolves before, but looking at the wild nature of the wolf and its fierceness, it would be very difficult to raise it to guard the house. "My head hurts. Forget it, I won't think about it anymore."

The next morning, Wu Xiaoming was woken up by the angry roars of the clansmen. When he came outside the cave with Dong, he found that the warrior in charge of guarding was shouting and threatening a group of animals with slender bodies, yellowish orange fur, big eyes, and protruding fangs like cats. "Aren't these weasels?"

He had actually formed a group to steal the chicken. He looked at the six large and small weasels in front of him and felt a toothache. These things were too cunning. It was obvious that they were a family. Two three-meter tall weasels and four two-meter tall weasels were baring their fangs at the guards.

Not long after, all the clansmen rushed out with javelins and Stone Axes. The weasels started to clamor and bared their fangs. They were not afraid of these two-meter creatures at all.

Wu Xiaoming saw that the clansmen were ready to attack, so he shouted, "Put!". Sharp bone javelins flew out and accurately stabbed into the weasel's body. Wu Xiaoming was happy when he saw the weasels that were no longer moving in the pool of blood. Finally, he had gotten rid of the worries. Otherwise, these guys would come here every day to steal the chicken. They would be tortured until they were mentally weak.

"What beautiful fur! Give me this." Chang'e asked as she held the largest piece of fur that she had just made.

"No, these fur have to be distributed evenly. You and Dong go and feed the tiger and chicken." Wu Xiaoming looked at the beautiful figure that was leaving dejectedly. Sigh, women really liked beautiful fur no matter what world they were in.

The temperature today was much lower than yesterday. The temperature was around -10 degrees Celsius. Wu Xiaoming's exposed skin was frozen red. He had to make a beast skin coat. If this continued, he could only stay in the cave.

"Uncle Di, lead the clansmen to cover the houses with beast skins." Wu Xiaoming saw that the clansmen were about to return to the cave after dealing with the yellow weasels, so he couldn't help but say. He himself searched for a beast tooth to sharpen the bone needle.

There were already a few collapsed traps. He didn't know if they had caught any prey. It was too cold outside. Although it was only about three miles away from the cave, no one asked to go and take a look. Wu Xiaoming didn't even have the time to send people out. After all, it was too cold. He didn't want to go out himself.

"Human, what are you doing?" Chang'e looked at Wu Xiaoming curiously when she saw him cutting a complete piece of beast skin with the Stone Blade.

"I'm making clothes. Everyone is done." Wu Xiaoming had just finished cutting a pair of pants when he found that the clansmen had all returned to the cave. He looked outside and saw that all the bamboo houses were covered with a layer of beast skin. The cave was obviously warmer, and there was no bone-piercing cold wind blowing in from time to time.

"All the women, come here. I'll teach you how to make clothes." Wu Xiaoming taught everyone how to make clothes, including the method of sharpening the bone needle, cutting the beast skin, and sewing. Uncle Di and the other men looked at him quietly.

"Human, you're too biased. Why don't you let Uncle Di and Dong learn how to make clothes as well?" Chang'e looked at the idle men.

"Eh, Chang'e, take a look at this I made first." Wu Xiaoming picked up the finished beast skin coat. It was too ugly. The sleeves and the legs of the pants were actually long and short. When he saw the clothes made by the beauties around him, Wu Xiaoming really wanted to find a hole to hide in. "That, making clothes is a woman's talent. If a man makes it, I'm afraid it'll be the same as mine."

The nine beautiful women and the seven beautiful women giggled and laughed. For a moment, it was as if hundreds of flowers were blooming. Uncle Di and Wu Xiaoming were stunned and stared at the bull's eyes without blinking.

"Hehe, Human Emperor, you guys should go and barbecue food. Leave the clothes to us women." Chang'e's mother rolled her eyes at them. "Mmm, go quickly. I want to drink chicken soup. Do you understand?" Chang'e was not used to being looked at like that, so she could not help but shout at Wu Xiaoming shyly.

"Alright, you guys have worked hard. Let us teach you how to make chicken soup!" Wu Xiaoming pulled Dong and all the men to prepare for today's dinner.

The well that Wu Xiaoming and Dong dug was already completely covered in snow, so they couldn't go and fetch water anymore. However, the one meter deep snow outside was natural water. Wu Xiaoming and Dong went outside to fetch a few large snowballs and put them into the stone pot. The rest of the masters were busy preparing for today's dinner.

Just as Wu Xiaoming finished roasting a deer leg, Chang'e's mother led all the women over with a large pile of animal skins. Each of them was wearing a fitting animal skin suit, adding a wild beauty to them. "Everyone, try it on. If it doesn't fit, I'll make another one."

"Human, this is what I made for you. Try it, if it fits, I'll make you two more sets." Chang'e's head was almost touching the ground, and her voice was as small as a mosquito's.

"Well, luckily my hearing has improved after transmigrating. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to hear what she was saying." Wu Xiaoming looked at the shy Chang'e and felt a sense of satisfaction. In his previous life and his current life, apart from his mother's clothes, no one had ever made clothes for him. "It's very fitting!"

Seeing that everyone was wearing animal skins, Chang'e's mother led the other women to continue making clothes. The other men joked about who made the clothes and laughed noisily. "Alright, stop messing around. Everyone, continue preparing dinner!" Wu Xiaoming was completely numb to the appetite of the primitive people. Every day, they had to spend three to four hours eating.

When they were all ready for dinner, the sky had completely darkened. Chang'e and the others each made a set of clothes.

The clansmen happily dressed in the new animal skins and ate roasted meat and fish soup. This winter was the most comfortable for them. In the past, every winter, they had to endure hunger and cold.